Film Noir -- 26 February 2015

Rain works like a small cigarette
Enough to stop the itch
But it's not quite a cure
Or it's a rush and too much too soon
Either way damaging
Leaving you lost with thoughts
You hadn't thought for a while
Despite the film noir notions
Of romanticized nostalgia
Rain and cigarettes
Give too much time for dissatisfaction
And a lingering distaste in my mouth

Pillow-Talk -- 20 February 2015

Death sure is lively pillow-talk
Nose to nose under the covers
Whispering words of comfort and reassurance
Anything to make us feel bigger than we are
That our attempts at living aren't the futile efforts
Of an insignificant and dying species
Cold feet sparking the need to be even closer
Sharing heat in any way we can
Nothing is ever certain
I don't think we'll ever meet again
In this life or the next
Or any place in between
It is merely enough that I met you once
That we found each other in such a busy world
The universe is vast and open and explosively silent
We know so much and yet so little
The chances of meeting were so slim
And yet I saw you and you saw me
It was wonderful and joyous and warm
Like chasing fireflies in July

Archaic Misfortune of Men -- 13 February 2015

Sailors used to tell stories
That a woman on board was bad luck
So go ahead and throw me overboard
As I drown my legs will entwine
Slowly becoming one
The salt will scrape at my lungs
Watery depths will lull me to sleep
And I'll know I'm home
And breathe again
I'll come back stronger
Pissed as hell
With a voice husky from betrayal
And strained from screaming
My siren call burdened with revenge
Beautiful and dangerous and tragic
Designed to lure only those
That want to make more like me
Never again will I be silenced

It's two months into 2015 and I've already had more posts than I did all of 2014 - Go me!

Girls Are Allowed Dark Thoughts -- 12 February 2015

That girl is a bad thing
She won't eat your heart out
She won't even steal it
Since she doesn't want it in the first place
She won't outright kill you
Not if it makes her hands dirty
But she just might slit your throat
With words like shards of glass
She just might feed you happiness
That turns to lies and ash in your mouth
She just might sell you romance
To find out she sold you Satan instead
She just might get you addicted to her perfume
Only for it to choke and burn your lungs
She just might whisper sugary sweet nothings
That rot your teeth and leave you hollow
She just might make you think she's a princess
But a princess becomes a queen
And there's a reason
The queen is the most powerful piece in chess
That girl is a bad thing
Just don't ever tell him
He deserves the hell she'll put him through

lowercase noises -- 11 February 2015

i am a fish
constantly opening my mouth
soundless and struggling
and the words
they stick and trudge
from my mouth like molasses
the words don't come
i'm not even sure that
a word exists for what i'm trying to say
so i'll just kiss it into your skin
and hope that's enough