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Achromatic Dreamstoday, god gave me present.

-
i.

stilted windows, white bones
decaying lungs and my mind races
at the rate of a lone moth's jaded wings

we taste better alone

ii.

clemency is earned
by the damned, by the damned
arbitrary sacrifices

we belong to nobody

iii.

and she bowed with artless grace
kissed the sky, shed stardust tears
choked on angelic moonshine

we draw our own constellations
-

today, i gave god presence.

shallowit's not your beautiful face
that i love

it's how you ruin it

scientistcedar, and the transparency of light
crawling through a cola bottle

you look through space
and then you look at me
and see my miniature;

sunglow, the word i use for you is
the color of premature saffron or
wild maize,

a man belly up
and being poured into it
an eon of yellow ore -
is the same wanting of living,
the same humanness broken

if i were to run my hands
through you,
i'd disappear into the ether

so long at space

were i to touch you now
it would be an old bell of sound
and you would be an hourglass
of measuring

drowningIf love was a storm, you’d be drowning
In the waves of lightning on the distance
Between me and the sky

Your body is above clichés
I’ll bury them deep in the mossy soil
Where they’ll blossom bright ideas and words never said

I’ll paint you peace of mind
Home for a voyeur’s jealous eyes
And name the mightiest of tempest heavens after you

PixieI never had enough faith in you,
my best postmodern pixie friend,
who presses herself against my shoulder
killing her fall with leaning.
You taught me something new
about anxiety today:

   how to wake
up when it's morning, how to miss
dactylic illness with the parched
indelicacy of a crinkled sun.
In the eternal rendition you say
your name is always in the vocative
   case, and only vocative:

says the girl
who taught a smaller girl to sing,
a girl of thirteen, with the same
nimble character we shared, the same
calderical eyes we shared.

   The girl's voice
tumb

RxI would prescribe for each
and every one of you to
spend an uncomfortable amount of time
with someone more medicated than yourself.

It doesn't matter if they see things,
or refuse to feed their guts,
or happen to be so anxious that they
can't
stop
shaking.

Just lounge around and pretend to drink
untouched coffee. Smoke unlit
cigarettes. Let them choose the
conversation topic; it will be interesting-

It will be about
demons.
It will be about
fireflies.
It will be about the kinds of things that
stand over your bed and burrow deep into your
chest with their lighted eyes.

He or she will make the case
that every medicine shar

farewellWhen the time has come to set aside the summer
to let it go
to wave goodbye
I shall say

"You were the best of all my friends."

MissingI see you
eyes clouded
flesh peeled back from bone
unmoving
so casual
a thing left sitting
to be seen
I should feel something
not a stir
no sound
but the warning buzz of [f]lies
My eyes keep tracking
the color
so much of it everywhere
all that's left of you
violent colored fruit
no weapon
but that's not all
that is missing here

Tangerine.i.

ran at six
lost you, then
my footing

ii.

you are home, he
is warm

iii.

scared of sex;
the loss of love,

you cannot
come home

iv.

he said "first you
must feel;

start from the
heart, or you will
lose yourself"

v.

"it's like electricity,"
she said

vi.

and I have blisters
upon blisters,

thought you
would be proud

vii.

you are me, I
am you and we
never met

viii.

he spoke of paths;
we were parallel

ix.

"no matter what,
I will love you,

always, like you
wrote, like I said"

x.

too soon,
too sad.

The Science of LivingWe are water and ichor,
we are air and memoirs,
we are fire and ore
and clay struck by stars.
This is the science of living.

We are arsenic and porphyry,
we are helium and spirit,
we are mercury and malady
and neon and kismet.
This is the science of living.

We are roses and riot,
we are daisies and sanguine,
we are bracken and velvet
and amaranth and omen.
This is the science of living.

once.the world was wider, once: strewn bright
and willing to a fingertip's beckoning, riddled
with roads that spilled in breathless wanders
to otherlands of reverie. i remember
the promise i made a wild changeling child
before i bade her hush and say goodnight --
i've not woken her since: she sleeps and i steal
her spun-glass dreams for my garden
of wilt, ever longing to hold
the ghost-dance that spins by their dying light.

flameslost loves
we call them flames because we burned
we were oxygen
we were fuel
and when the fuel was gone
we were ashes floating

rain took us down to earth
mushed remains together
and when the sun returned
the dry remains
piled into something that had never been
alone as something new

Acid Girl 03Take a breath. I don't remember having lungs
We found each other in the worst kind of alley
Philosophy majors get the concept of a dumpster

Between Zhuangzi and a blowjob,
there must be a difference
I woke up in reverse today

Any nice guy has a shot with a stripper
Conversations with the creature in the corner
He's excited that my skin is melting

She meets me in the pretend hotel lobby
Concrete, turn around, ants at a picnic
Adult drinks for breakfast, semi circle dinners

I'm in love with easy veins
She picked out her bride's maid dress at Wal-mart
I was dead for six whole months

First day back, Lazarus didn't change
House wiv

the year of cracking chestnutsyou had been milling in a library quiet
for eons

but one day you broke.

climbing from the room
as dark as a cough

barely spliced together
in your maroon scarf

and reeling like a bolt of lightning

mischief like flour blooming across your cheek,
i watched you grow into the things you are
and away from the things you must do

in every village you brimmed over into
was a hacking of deadwood -
the tiles of you, swollen-oathed and butterflied;

the long sick, fed on rosin burrs, and with a blue fanning
below their skin, know that new feeling in you - it comes
to

world war iin the trenches of my depression--
and they are trenches, really, because--

i'm fighting in the trenches of my depression, fighting
in the trenches
fighting--

well, see,
see,
i'm stuttering machine-gun bullet casings casino poker chips
see
i'm nurse soldier armor,
some white starch uniform spread dirty over my man-muscle thighs
i am ridiculous in my weakness lying here on the cold hard ground with you lying on top of me

in the trenches, of, see,
in the trenches of my depression

we are all foxes and they are all hounds

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by ~anotherforestfire, Nov 4, 2012, 6:24:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

_{I got high and found you on my mind
Resting in my lap, talking about the weather

It wasn’t stormy or even blue
Just a day when the sky couldn’t settle its mood}

Atmosphereby ~anotherforestfire

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_{oh, boy}

~Raining-In-Baltimore Jan 2, 2013

"just a day when the sky couldn't settle its mood."
favorite line.
and your comment made me laugh at the end, "oh, boy"
haha, how true, how true. Oh boy is right

~anotherforestfire Jan 7, 2013

haha thank you!

~winterkate Nov 6, 2012 Student Writer

Very nice! Short, simple, and sweet.

~anotherforestfire Nov 6, 2012

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~Is-lnds Nov 4, 2012

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