ribs

——

tissue paper

in strips across my bedroom floor

green and gold and

lily white

a gift

a curse

pretty blue paper bag

open-mouthed and gaping

hungry

hungry

an angel, half-formed

hand on her hip

a chisel at her stomach

unreal and almost lovely

broken, boneless

shards of marble like rivers

down her face

parsed down to the essentials—

beauty is such

a little thing.

Posting again bc I want this thread to top, goshdarnit! I've been reading some of my older poetry, and wow, has my style changed a LOT. Now it's a lot more... oblique. It's gotten in simpler in some ways and more confusing in others. I don't know if I'm entirely sold on it. Thoughts?

——

eight of hearts

door blown wide.

spilled across the doorstep

in puddles of light:

my insides shuffled like a deck of cards

fifty two pickup at your feet.

my pride triumphs in safety

but i know 

how this story goes.

aching for someday that is probably never

tangled breath, waiting wondering

sweet things twisting bitter

at a toss of her grin—

green and almost pretty and

falling to pieces.

pompeii inside and out

for want of a hand like a 

question mark

on my back.

your smile in the darkness.

jawline backlit, a knife through

buttery air.

like an itch i can’t quite scratch

hands unfolding eyes unfinding—

waiting. waiting. for

the other shoe

to drop. 

Memories

Flashes of color

fill my mind

images, feelings

of days before this one.

Was it always

this happy?

Was everything

so beautiful

in the moment?

Maybe.

But maybe not.

We dream

of what once was

because it seems

better.

But in reality,

it never was. 

The Cave

By (Shawwie)

The silence was a cloth that smothered your ears. The haze in the cave where you were hiding covered your senses like a dark mask. The slow staccato of raindrops tap-danced on the ground. Wispy fog drifted around your body and whispered about you. You felt an irresistible urge to curl up into a ball and forget the war and try to forget the Nazis. You heard a rustle in the darkness and you were stricken with fear. You moved further back into the cave, hugging the cold, rocky, surface of a stalagmite. Outside, you suddenly heard footsteps and harsh words in German. You held your breath for a million years. The footsteps ceased. Then, there was silence yet again.

I wrote this for one of my English projects and I decided I should submit it here

It isn't rhyming couplets like signature poetry but it's free verse.

Tell me what you think  

Snow Haiku 

I don't want snow yet

Maybe around Christmas time

Not in November 

I haven't been on here in a while, but I wrote this recently and decided I wanted to post it. (its pretty long)

Fairwell, my love~

my love

i can't let go 

of you

all the way

i know you're 

going away

to somewhere better

though i wish 

you could stay

right here 

in my arms

i can't 

let go of

my love

fo you

i can't bid 

you fairwell

unless you

promise me

you will forever

remember me

i can't bear

to say goodbye

unless you say

"i promise"

because i will

never forget you

and i hope

you will do 

the same

~

"i promise"

you swear

so i 

bid you fairwell

though i hope

not forever

my love

i will never

let you go 

top

Sunlight

~~~~~

A bouncy, bright 

Day, lighting up your 

Dreams;

Cool dampness of

Another morning's rain

Shined right away;

The last golden rays 

Slipping through your

Fingers;

But you know it's okay, 

Because tomorrow's sun

Will bring a new day.