a gift of breadcrumbs by YouInventedMe, literature
Literature
a gift of breadcrumbs
distant
in all but
the ways
that I
have pictured you
sun-kissed
not ocean-starved
shaking off
the years (the fog)
for all
that you
deserve
.
would that I
could will you
weightless
buoy
September
teach sleep
to a
dream
at most
(renewing
hope)
I am a
mirror
enchanted by
starlight
reminding
magic
of form
(lucky
to
be)
building
a language
between us
the myths i'll tell my daughters by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
the myths i'll tell my daughters
i like to think eve and pandora fall in love with each other.
and every god in every heaven is afraid of them,
the women who taught men to sin and then get to be
happy in the end. i like to think eve bakes apple pies
to celebrate long weekends, that pandora always opens
her birthday presents too early, that they get to grow
old and stubborn and surly wrapped around each other
with a fire in the living room and laughter just a breath away.
i like to think there’s an after to stories like theirs,
that the gods created them but couldn’t control them,
that we pass our expiration date and outgrow our
purpose but continue existing an
I sail alone across an open sea,
whose face reflects the moon's look of despair,
and listen to the haunting melody
of wind tearing my sails beyond repair.
The serpent of my sin shant longer wait
to drag me to a dark abysmal cell,
and try as though I may to run from fate,
I can't escape what waits for me in hell.
He surges from the deep with brutal force.
My soul is thrown to Charon's icy stream.
He sinks his hollow teeth into my corpse,
but I'm alive enough to feel the dream.
I think of when I started long ago,
how little about sailing did I know.
We’re in the same deep water
You and me
The bottom is fathomless;
A veritable sea
We need to keep swimming
Can’t end up face down
As we’re in this together –
We either float or we drown
i like to think you think of me by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
i like to think you think of me
you didn’t come to the airport.
i didn’t send the postcard. these
are small defeats. easy to swallow,
easy to look back at, to pinpoint what we
could have done differently, things that
would have yielded a different outcome.
vary the variables, reset the experiment—
you didn’t get me flowers. i didn’t remember
your birthday. paper cuts,
not amputations. too insignificant to be
remembered past the day they happened.
blame is a tricky thing. hard to hold in your
hands. the first time you take cough medicine
that hasn’t been sweetened. a bone that breaks
and heals crooked. a load heavy enough
that holding i
Your hands introduce soft longing
to the raspberries, soothing the brambles
that hiss as they climb unsteady ankles;
you carefully cut around where the fruit has rotted.
Texture teaches your tongue
and sweetness rains in a race toward your chin.
True catharsis sweeps across
gentle eyelids,
exhaustion or security.
I drip from the ceiling,
liquid soul,
like a spirit settling into your bones.
You graze your fingers to my lips and
let me taste.
In dreams, my ears behold her song—
The note that tempts a poet’s heart
And lingers long
Beyond the hour when Night departs
And settles in my soul.
Her voice, a storm of many winds,
The cadence of a screech-owl’s cry;
Her beauty rends
All men to fools who swoon and sigh
Beneath her sultry gaze.
Her words, a hymn to Eden’s fall—
With God nor Man she would not dwell.
She spurned them all
And with her pride, went forth to Hell
Where honor could be won.
I weep, my heart at her command,
So taken by her splendid dirge;
She takes my hand
And beckons me to stay with her—
My Lady of the Night.
I've seen the universe inside of your mind.
I've felt the frequency as your stars shine.
Isolated on a planet of your own,
your world is vast and you presume you're alone.
Knowing your situation I have ventured
into your paradise, enticed by censured
messages expressed, yet stifled, by pundits.
Enraged I shall weaken their words with my punches.
Unfiltered I feel your sentiments reach me.
Ignorance impeded your peace from teaching.
Now that I am in such close proximity,
you embrace my thoughts in unanimity.
As tears reach my jawline and melt my grimace,
I conclude to drop my fists, by your premise.
I allow their insults to pass on to you
I feel the rhythm of his heart,
beneath the boards the beating starts;
as reason from my mind departs,
I fall apart, I fall apart.
The men who knocked upon my door,
not knowing what's beneath my floor
will want to settle up the score -
I do implore, I do implore
This guilt breaks conscience with my lie -
my wracking sobs and wretched sighs.
I never meant for him to die.
It was his eye, it was his eye!