ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
it says
speak now or forever hold your
peace
i'd give anything
for some, a handful
in a pocket or a bottle
on a shelf
fact is that silence
is forgiveness and gelatin capsules
burst under heavy tongue and heavier
ribs
and forgiveness is surrender
fingers woven in messy hair and i
think if i can find all his fingertips
match nail to thumb, nail to pinky
i'll understand why he did it
and i'll forgive him,
or he'll forgive me
but
fact is he left my body
under the streetlight and i
was reborn a monster
monster left for dead,
monster sleeping with a belly
full of tylenol
monster in the dark
he comes for me and i wait
because he's the most consistent
three years running and three years
chasing and three years of holding
holding
holding
speak now or forever hold your peace,
comes to me like bubbles when
you're drowning
did i scream did i scream
or did i give him my peace
is that why
is that why, speak now
forever hold your piece,
hissing in the dark, if you take
from me then keep it,
hold it as it burns you
i hope he likes me
hope he likes me
he said he loves me, i want to find
him and ask
still, ask
promise
its like begging it's like
crying it's like speaking
but you'll never find peace
you'll find a dark hole
to climb in and all the time
to wait to die.
And may it be peaceful.
speak now or forever hold your
peace
i'd give anything
for some, a handful
in a pocket or a bottle
on a shelf
fact is that silence
is forgiveness and gelatin capsules
burst under heavy tongue and heavier
ribs
and forgiveness is surrender
fingers woven in messy hair and i
think if i can find all his fingertips
match nail to thumb, nail to pinky
i'll understand why he did it
and i'll forgive him,
or he'll forgive me
but
fact is he left my body
under the streetlight and i
was reborn a monster
monster left for dead,
monster sleeping with a belly
full of tylenol
monster in the dark
he comes for me and i wait
because he's the most consistent
three years running and three years
chasing and three years of holding
holding
holding
speak now or forever hold your peace,
comes to me like bubbles when
you're drowning
did i scream did i scream
or did i give him my peace
is that why
is that why, speak now
forever hold your piece,
hissing in the dark, if you take
from me then keep it,
hold it as it burns you
i hope he likes me
hope he likes me
he said he loves me, i want to find
him and ask
still, ask
promise
its like begging it's like
crying it's like speaking
but you'll never find peace
you'll find a dark hole
to climb in and all the time
to wait to die.
And may it be peaceful.
Literature
Vaguely heart-shaped
. In another universe, who I am
gets dumped by a woman
who in another life
was Cleopatra.
Today I divine this by finding a small blackened potato
between my oven and counter,
vaguely heart-shaped, sprouting
pale arteries
of no use to me,
I think on an inexplicably dramatic
whim.
Literature
Turn my words against me.
I want my words to take
root in your stomach and grow
up your esophagus, the calyx
of your tongue brushing the edge
of your teeth until the words blossom
from your lips in a slow
explosion of elegance, jawline
trickled with nectar, charming
hummingbirds and honeybees
with the promise of butterfly kisses.
Literature
coping mechanisms
I.
it confused you, the way i carried myself like an anthem.
my honeysuckle hair folded around my face in a frame of
concealment; the way i brushed foreign words across your
tongue like a series of revivals.
we were a resurrection hiding in the shallowest of waters,
so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when we drowned
our worth in glorified tears and cheap vodka.
addiction is a dirty trick: you
with lashing language and all that weed.
me with watching it happen.
II.
it saddened me to mention you, the way our skin absorbed
the hope of every tomorrow in just one night.
how we built castles fit for royalty from each other's morals,
y
Suggested Collections
© 2018 - 2024 Synesthi
Comments5
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
I feel badly that I am in a much different place than you on this subject, but your poetry is beautiful and introspective as always. Your wordplay is always a joy to read.