The things I see, the things I love
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Poem: Ivory vacancy
Needles in my eyes
Twenty-five individual pieces
Kiss me before you say goodbye
Don’t let me walk home alone
I feel your presence
Even when you’re not beside me
Though there’s this ivory vacancy
Trembling a hole inside of me
It could be filled
If you would come closer
It could be gone
If you could spend the night
Poem: Ivory vacancy [continued]
I know that you’re testing me
By the way you speak to me
I can feel you testing me
By the way you act with me
I am invisible to everybody
But you
I matter nothing to nobody
But you
I think I like being in this field with
Only you
Laying down like it’s my last time
Just with you
Poem: Ivory vacancy [continued]
Nothing is vacant,
But the trees are fragrant,
And I’m not even going to tell you the things I think about day in and day out.
I’m a pale girl,
A true ivory “vacancy” motel sign
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Poem: Spoiled
Vacillating upon soft pink ballroom spheres
I’m not the wrecked canister I used to be
You could say I’m much better
But I’m under the weather
Can you swim to me so we make sure I don’t drown.
Watching & welcoming the 405 freeway all around me,
The rosy glow in the sky above me,
Thinking I’m so lucky
Bare bones
Clandestine flesh
Give me more of what’s left of yourself
To keep
To hold
To have
To mold
My sacred entity
My entitled serpent
My king
Poem: Spoiled [Continued]
But I would not dare to risk it all
I’m a near-colourless, fifty-nine carat, princess-cut diamond ring
Thickened in winter with faux animal fur
Frosted like December Christmas trees
I found you by the lake
The look you gave told me to leave
So I found a secret cave underground
Where I could make-believe
That we would forever create an abundant fervency
Quartz flames, flushed stars, total internal reflection
Light as good as mine
Darkness as keen as the mystery that engulfs you
Poem: Spoiled [Continued]
If the cards were in my favour
You would always show up
If the cards were in my favour
You would show up for me
If the cards were in my favour
You would always show up
If the cards were in my favour
You would show up for me
Poem: Spoiled [Continued]
Spoil me with
What’s left of yourself
Don’t hold your breath
Like I’m holding my breath
Spoil me with
What’s left of yourself
I’ll take it
I’ll take it
To have
To hold
To mold
To keep
Spoiled
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Love poem: Calm like waves
An acidic tan
Preternaturally, an admin of the entire internet, a white pony
Fed by the energy of the city
I can’t tell whether your brain is my favourite part of you
Since there are so many non-collapsible components,
That strike, a due image that hits my retina in
Just the most perfect way
You’re like magic on a doorstep
You’re the least dumb of all the dumb boys
I like how I don’t get scared
When you talk of conflict,
Curl up in my process of mind
To respond to you in such an eloquent fashion
That you say I’ve brought you comfort
Like magic on your doorstep
I inhale it like the rusty tobacco I don’t smoke any longer
The nicotine patch on the thickest part of my arm that you squeeze
I like that it’s not a melancholy film
But one I’d watch over and over again to feel better
To smile, kind of for a while
If I could, of course I would,
I love our story
How every single part makes sense
Fits together like a puzzle made by God himself
I’m in tune with you
Your red rage and your calm blues
Never hostile, always soft,
So hospitable for a small girl like me
When I lay in bed to go to sleep,
It’s you that’s playing on repeat
I can often hear my own heartbeat
Settling down like calm ocean waves
When I lay in bed to go to sleep,
It’s you that’s playing on repeat
I can often hear my own heartbeat
Settling down like calm ocean waves
So hospitable for a small girl like me.
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Poem: Bellflower Blvd
Oh, you have no idea of what’s wrong with me
Cos I got a whole long list for ya
But I don’t share it with anyone
I let them find out for themselves
They often don’t
So I can keep my secrets in the amethyst cave
The one that was built just for me
The one they’ll bury me in, in my grave
A lifted, matte black four-by-four driving right over me
Peeling all the smoked cigarettes straight out of yours truly,
I know I look petite, look small, look sweet
But there’s something hidden inside of me that’s so unruly
I am not scared of it – how could I be?
It’s part of me
I don’t think you should be either
George fixed my truck, and he made it real nice
But he drove it over and over straight over me
On a cold, hard, self-manufactured repeat
Poem: Bellflower Blvd (continued)
A large onyx black pickup truck that came with flowers
Baby’s Breath and off-road excellence
Bellflower Blvd is where the finish line is
It’s the name of my dog that I miss like I do Heaven’s remorse
And I can get some quick gains if I gamble right
But I always miss the mark on purpose
Climbing into rabbit holes just to see what’s inside,
If I wasn’t who I am, I’d have so many reasons to hide
Cos I’m tough in the way only a rose bush can be
I see the way that strangers look at me
And I don’t mind if I have to be the only one to believe
In what I am capable of being,
A fruit tree in the middle of nowhere
Pomelos left on the side of the road
That someone was selling but
Forgot about
Poem: Bellflower Blvd (continued)
The people in the car next to me at the stop light
They don’t know why I’m crying about this song.
The people in the car next to me at the stop light
They don’t care why I’m crying to this song
They don’t know why I’m crying about this song
The people in the car next to me at the stop light
They don’t know
It’s Bellflower Blvd
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