The World Is Quiet Here

"Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together" -Marilyn Monroe

[S.19.NY. Avatar]

Everything you ask
Of me is only fair; but
I’m sorry, I can’t. 

I take long leaves of absences
When the blank page begins
To burn the corneas of my eyes
And whatever scraps of words
That miraculously pour out of
My fingers flood the space
Between us
But I’m back
I always do come back
After the earth has swayed itself
into a new sleeve of colors,
And like fallen apples far from the tree
My words no longer stumble

Who drained all of the colors
in the painting,  which only a moment
before reflected vivid hues
of greens and blues and reds
reminiscent of a time—so long ago..
No matter now, it’s all gone
The greys forged together and the
Whites only slightly highlight
The ghost of an image once
So vibrant, so lively even in its
Flat plane, it was like music for the eyes
One could almost see it,
Wavering, luring your sight in
Deeper…deeper

I could disappear
In the blink of an eye
And it still wouldn’t be fast enough

“I have lived
in my body
for years
and still need
maps and lights
to find my way
to how I feel.”

—   Body of Maps  (via there-are-no-memories-here)

(Source: hellanne, via lalunasirena)

if you look closely enough

you could see the holes where her

skin has begun to peel, 

exposing the fragile frame underneath

nothing but nails and rotted wood

loosely held together by faith 

covering the carved bones and 

muscles that have atrophied

listen for the creak creak in her steps

and clunk in her chest when she

inhales into her metallic heart

desperately grasping,reaching

for a better tomorrow

it’s coming back to bite me in the ass
but it was the right decision wasn’t it?
to put myself in front of the fire, shielding
them all from the flames
but my back was turned for so long
i didnt notice the burns on
her arms, the cuts on her tongue

I wanted to protect them from the bruises,
keep them all on dry land while i steered
the boat away from the maelstrom
but i couldn’t tell the bites and the stings
and the scorching sand would get them anyway

and when finally drenched and beaten, 
I knelt to put them on  my shoulders, my spine crushed and feet swelling but ready to run

Together they broke me

And I bet you never thought
You’d be the moon
In someone else’s sky

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done and done,  you were right. 

I don’t want to write
anymore—not when you’re all
my words embody