breakwatersometimes when i talk to youbreakwater by bringyourownbomb
my mouth is full of sand.
other days the words pour
like lakewater. i feel
i’ve drank too much
saltwater when i look at you.
i wish i was a breakwall
and could hold this all back.
Gods' CountryAurora smiles down as Boreas whips throughGods' Country by bringyourownbomb
her hair and sweeps it across the sky, sparkling
shades of forest green and emerald. Dryads swing
from their branches until the treetops sway,
casting shadows against the mountain. Atop,
lights flicker where the Oreades dance and sing
beneath Gaia’s primordial Pontus. Below,
an expanse of ice breathes—nature’s lung.
There is life trapped beneath where the Limnades
slumber, waiting on the return of Persephone
to aide Demeter in the deliverance of spring.
Along the shoreline, a young woman walks.
Psamathe passes the winter nights sculpting beach
sand, frozen, into jagged formations. The girl climbs.
A song plays through her head, a humming.
Wish you were here.
UntitledThey tore like the Oh-My-God particleUntitled by bringyourownbomb
across the universe, like comets or neutron stars
blazing a trail. I wanted to get away.
I'd say, beam me up, Scotty-no,
a misquotation-they only said, beam us up
and beam them up, but who is us? Who's them,
and who would I take with me? No one-
I used to feel better off on my own.
Leaving the earth behind to fly with moons
and more had young children wanting
to become astrophysicists, almost.
Key word almost-not quite there, I write
poems about stellar black holes, constellations,
binary stars-the primary and their comes-instead.
I think that's just as well.
Nimoy was a poet too, took pictures-dancing
girls smiling for the camera, not the science officer
a child believed he was. He was no Vulcan,
no green-blood and incredible longevity.
Redshirts die too, flung into black holes
and warps of time, captains age, reborn
in alternate universes, souls the most human
pass on. Timeless, but mortal, final words:
A life is like a garden. Perfect moments
Self-Made ManI never saw Grandpa Carte in a suit. Only in pictures, oneSelf-Made Man by bringyourownbomb
of him carrying me up the aisle, my mother and father’s wedding.
He was a man who cut the collars off his flannel shirts
so they didn’t bother him anymore. He tailored gloves
to fit the remainder of the hand he lost working at the shop.
Grandpa worked around the house, often alone,
sometimes biting back when offered help.
I borrowed his Motor Trend and Automotive magazines
each month after he was done with them. I started
getting my own copies in the mail not long after. I was smaller
still when he taught me to drive the tractor, bigger again
when he took me out in the van and showed me how to drive.
Soon I was graduating, and he bought me a car. I remember
the disappointment when I ran it out of oil, failing
to check it how he had taught me. He fixed it,
like everything else, and I learned.
When I was a child, he built with me in the barn,
scraps of wood put together to make something new.
Slats of wood nail
01) limerencelove is a myth:01) limerence by ChloroformBoy
a dove’s brittle wish--
to be dug in a ditch
(such an abyss)
it’s a bug by a witch
cupid’s coven: a kiss
that’s infected by hexes
i’m lockin’ lips with the apocalypse
the stars are fated
my heart has waited
behind the bars of Satan
LOVE and LUST are guards
and I’m incarcerated
in Mephisto’s prison; it
strips sinners of their innocence
I’m seeking deliverance
please save me from this limerence
a flaming chamber of shame
man it starts in the heart
works its way to the brain
i can’t be saved
i’m damned yet
my heart keeps on bleeding too damaged i’m banished from the garden of eden
i’m a weed in the devil’s conservatory
i’m a supernova crashing into purgatory
tossing coins in the loins of an unwell well
cause my wishes so sick they got a coughing spell
love’s a wicked/twisted malediction; my heart’s off to hell
love’s a shovel buries yo
it was a lover's tryst(the quiet things that no one ever knows//)it was a lover's tryst by ohsostarryeyed
so last night, I couldn't fall asleep because I had a shit ton of anxiety because of this website. I was thinking about how I missed it. kinda weird, since I haven't posted anything in like ten months? (I've been lurking quietly though, some of you might've known.) does anyone actually still pay attention to my account? would anyone care if I came back? I'm like mad old, I'm coming up on twenty-three in september. does anyone even relate to old-people-writing? idk. what would it be like if I started posting some here again?
I don't write as much as I'd like, that's for sure. (though my writing is on http://writers-sickness.tumblr.com, totally follow me there if you want!) I've been pretty focused on my photography (http://flickr.com/photos/melissabeephotos, or if I'm being gutsy, I'll give you my facebook link for the page, I'll see how you guys respond first!) and I really just love it. I'll post a little here I think,
i think i found myself a diamondso as you all know, i have not been on here in a very, very long time.i think i found myself a diamond by RighttotheCore
i stopped enjoying writing, i stopped wanting to live, i stopped wanting to follow a passion,
i stopped caring, i stopped trying.
i have gone through many things in the past few years, many were negative and challenging
and i didn't think i would survive the pain in my head. but i did.
sometimes the bad thoughts come back, but i don't have to fight them alone anymore.
i have a beautiful, supportive, caring, admirable, sweet, incredible girlfriend.
she came into my life at a bad time, and turned my life around and to the best direction.
she is my rock and roll. she is my ocean waves, and the sun that keeps me going.
she is also one of the reasons i have come back onto this page. i showed her some of my writing,
and she told me that i should never let a talent like mine dissappear. i told her that i have no
talent anymore, but being the cutie that she is- she insisted i start f
written for my mother as a birthday gift to her. living in the upper peninsula of Michigan is pretty amazing and very inspiring.