I Bet You TasteI bet you taste likeI Bet You Taste by ~ConcreteGypsy
Every flavor I hate
That I’ve ever spat out
And scraped off my tongue
And tried to wash away
With liquor and cigarets
I bet you taste
Something left alone
For far too long
In the dark
I bet you taste
Like something burnt
To the bottom of the pan
When I forget the stove is on.
I bet you taste like
Every flavor I hate
So why do I keep
Coming back to taste
I Don't Believe In ScienceI once dated a scientistI Don't Believe In Science by ~ConcreteGypsy
Who told me, “This won’t hurt a bit.”
Then cut me open
And dissected my heart
And he lied
It was agony.
I don’t believe in science anymore
Now I only date magicians
Because at least then,
I know it’s all an illusion
From the start
Dollface"You’re the only one who calls me that." She says.Dollface by ~ConcreteGypsy
And I know it’s true.
Because her beauty’s not in her face.
Or in her body.
It’s in her soul and mind and eyes.
So no one sees it.
Because it’s not there on a first glance.
Or even a second or third.
If you only ever glance at her, you’ll never see it at all.
She deserves to be studied like a fine art.
Like a masterpiece sculpture
She chased wolves all the way back to the sunSunsets would break and collapseShe chased wolves all the way back to the sun by *grew-up-a-screw-up
Between the gaps of her spine
Sliding past the summers aching breaths
They’d reside in the hollows of her eyes
Cold lucidity seeping into her ivy sewn ribcage
Her songbird synapses collapsing into the skies
As they caved in upon themselves
When the earth opened up and swallowed
Her day dreamer retinas
And pasted over them in night time symphonies
She was Pegasus palpitations hung up to dry
When the stars could no longer bleed
And the trees would split into a thousand storms
Held tightly under wraps by green eyed spirits
And hungry wolves clawing at her open palms
Lions den whispers echoing between bated breaths
She'd tear the sun apart
To feel the liquid light filtering through her veins
Swallowing down the liquid heat
Of lonely summer days spent
Hiding on scraped knees
Betwixt negative space and human nature
She was the weather torn kill joy
Hunting the sunsets to carve her name into the sky
The girl who hides in drugstores and late nightsBlindfolded airwaves hide her forest veinsThe girl who hides in drugstores and late nights by *grew-up-a-screw-up
Where not even the moon can touch the lonely heart
Resting on her tightly buttoned sleeve
Insomnia drawn deeply into the creases of her eyes
Galaxies humming in time with her stuttering heartbeats
She hides behind nightlights to burn out her demons
Because the devils in the detail
and she’s one hour away from tearing down the sky
Splintered amber bones searching for serendipitous moments
She longed not for the stars but rather
For those moments where the horizon kisses the earth
Bonfire irises with a knack for chasing time
Longing for the sun to seem real again
Carving her name into walls to be remembered
As the girl who went down swinging
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 2 by ~DearPoetry
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 4 by ~DearPoetry
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.