my hands ache for lack of your warm stone/ancient eyes/and my feet that/click, swish, shuffle/down your cool alleys ( Read more... )

living life a quarter-mile at a time/ where it's only pennies for your thoughts when you've paid dollars for the insights ( or a fortune for your own disaster)/ i've got a quarter-life down, just past a nickel on the inside (of those ivy cover walls)/ now it's fifty to life for this little bit of learning/ that i'll regret one day at a time.k.n.m

i am getting on/dancing in boots a bit too large/and skirt a little too small/i wear my rule Britannia in spades, in hats and laughter/i am poor, tired and hungry/i missed your land while i was east/but this intellectual property you left behind/is priceless/i am over this retreat and ballyhoo (carpe every. fucking. thing. i can think of)/and give ( Read more... )

he slides the ring from finger to finger/ "i'm practicing" he says/and i close my eyes against the glitter and gold/the thin band feels fragile (too fragile tonight) and i wait (five, six, two point five) for everything to fall apart/because fairy tales and fiction are not for me/ with the comfortably ever after parceled for everyone else/too many ( Read more... )

another starry-eyed girl/with intercontinental eyes/I have only seen her face, looking fiercely joyful from the page/she could be a muse (she writes like hot summer wine and sticky jam) toasting love and good madness for new years and years to come.

k.n.m

lady_stargazer

not my headcase, just a secretary of war and peace/noting defeats and massacres, entangled in my sheets/my self-esteem, my pride and all the unjust days/that i soothed with minor vices (my only chemical romance caused by emotional highs)/and some days i'm dangling off this ivory tower with nothing left to lose/with everyone below blinded by the ( Read more... )

i can see why she was afraid/when even the sky is falling down and he is your only/the earth is burning and they are all wanting/none, not bullets, not steel-- this is no glamour to break with cold-forged iron/just your body next to mine (and we fall deeper down down down)/in sickness and in health

k.n.m

I would like someone to discover me. (no, not like that ( Read more... )

bagglevarger's theory of inversive magic (mairelon's remix)

I dream of disappointing words/ “this is not correct”/ my bundle of anger/lit to burn/ by my own incompetence/ “do better”/ drips with shame/ scarlet ribbons sliced from my breast/ more painful than any individual letter/ “unacceptable”/ this is true/ many of my Anglican lines/ their ( Read more... )

settle in the achy breaky buzz/of edges up in smoke/your neck tastes green, damp and sweet/and this coffee that I'm holding wasn't mine ( Read more... )