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the scar-lit passageways
of my throat twisting
and turning as the storm
of sound drums its way
through
edgy glass voices cutting
through tissue, exposing
bare throats that dangle,
helpless, in front of
helpless eyes
my voice
flooding my mouth
drowning my tongue
tasting the rawness
of the words
strange how blood tastes
so dead when we need it
to stay alive
strange how it pounds
through my ears until
even i can't hear
my own words
anymore
speech in its natural habitat
the scar-lit passageways
of my throat
dyed scarlet
and yet i am still
unheard
of my throat twisting
and turning as the storm
of sound drums its way
through
edgy glass voices cutting
through tissue, exposing
bare throats that dangle,
helpless, in front of
helpless eyes
my voice
flooding my mouth
drowning my tongue
tasting the rawness
of the words
strange how blood tastes
so dead when we need it
to stay alive
strange how it pounds
through my ears until
even i can't hear
my own words
anymore
speech in its natural habitat
the scar-lit passageways
of my throat
dyed scarlet
and yet i am still
unheard
Literature
the science of sleep.
i don't sleep anymore. or at least i don't think i do. it's one of those things i stopped keeping track of like the number of words that make my mother cry (cancer, lists). if i'm being honest, i stopped sleeping (maybe) around the time i started thinking in a series of parentheses.
because i don't sleep, my arteries demand too much air (oxygen, clean) from the space outside my window. i make my room my heart, cold. it fills with a wind only bricks can breathe, an ice only soil is willing to withstand. i am winter's soul.
the world becomes a different place when you stop noticing sound (mute, black and white film) and start noticing every m
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To Consecrate
When you first met me,
All you could see was a snow white glove
jutting up from the filth I let them bury me in,
digits half curled
wrist arced and carpels tangled
as if I had once strained
to reach up for something more,
but had long since given up...
Your fingertips were my Autumn
as I walked backwards through Winter-
A sleepwalking shadow
spurred on only by sound of a melodic voice
and the faint whispers
of a promise
that I was worth more than ash and dust;
It's been two years since you first coaxed me up from the mire.
I opened my eyes into a hurricane,
reached out to grasp at the hem of your dress
only to come up short
when I found
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Cupcakes and Tea
Cupcakes and Tea
9-01-14
“Oh dear, what's the matter,”
said the Hare to the Hatter
while the Doormouse soundlessly snored.
“What just can't compare,”
said Hatter to Hare,
“is the fact that I'm hungry and bored.”
“Twinkle, twinkle,” was heard
as the sleepy Mouse stirred,
“We're British, by jove, we like tea!”
So the Hare plated up
while Hatter poured cups
and they both had a cupcake or three.
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title inspired by a licence plate i saw that read "scarlit"
i thought it was interesting.
feedback:
how's the flow? are the line breaks awkward or do they add something to it? how about the language?
i thought it was interesting.
feedback:
how's the flow? are the line breaks awkward or do they add something to it? how about the language?
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The flow works very well. Any choppiness in the line breaks just adds to the theme of the poem. And the language is perfect; I loved the word-play. I really enjoyed reading this. My grandma (an avid singer) recently had one vocal cord paralyzed, I could really relate to this. 