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steep

the slope is long, arduous and slipping. my legs wander, scraping down the rock. at the bottom, something awaits…. it rests, but every crumbling rock creeps closer to waking the beast. Still, i creep on. Suddenly, a misstep. A slip….

» Posted By genahtastic On 08.08.2016 @ 1:36 am

glowing

the aftermath leaves the ground still glowing. firey fibres glistening where we made marshmallows, and toasted to toasty nights in poly tents, hoping bears don’t choose us as dessert. i liked those nights. even if i’m leaving now, i’m still glowing.

» Posted By genahtastic On 09.04.2014 @ 7:29 pm

coil

sandwiches and fingerprints
imagination coiling around silly memories
i want to erase everything and restart
and not be so bad at all of this.

» Posted By genahtastic On 05.22.2014 @ 7:54 pm

easygoing

he flips the top of his hat. crosses his legs and reclines. today is e e easy. today is just fine. today is to enough to do nothing at all.

» Posted By genahtastic On 10.11.2013 @ 1:48 am

lunacy

Disaster is precise. Problems have flavours. Sanity is a bright, white sun. It blinds most of us with how perfect it is. We get to watch and stare and flinch away, while whole, glowing people look down and say, well, why not just turn on the light?

» Posted By genahtastic On 10.07.2013 @ 4:07 am

mirage

she’s walking through the desert nice and slow. can see disaster ahead, wobbling in the heat. it’ll happen.

» Posted By genahtastic On 09.26.2013 @ 9:34 pm

historic

He’s been sung to sleep. They keep bringing up all that he’s done, and he’s tired of that now. He’s in the books you know. By name, you’d know him well. But we’re done with that now, alright? Stop bringing it up. We’ve all learnt, let’s move on.

He’s very tired now. We’re very tired now. Stop singing.

» Posted By genahtastic On 09.02.2013 @ 5:50 pm

welt

The mess between us only grows with time. We’re bruising, bleeding messes, waiting to heal. But why wait? Why wait at all? We can still move, run, breathe. Let’s get more mashed up than ever before. Let’s keep moving and keep going. Let’s carry on, even if we’re too tired. I’m not going to wait for the ending. I’m going to run.

» Posted By genahtastic On 09.01.2013 @ 5:38 pm

silo

You are no one. I’m going to go. Going to pick up the trash on my way out. The car’s leaking oil, so it’s time for us to light a match. I’m going to go. I buckle up the seatbelt. You are no one. The car’s leaking fuel. You are the match.

» Posted By genahtastic On 08.16.2013 @ 8:47 pm

chivalry

He steps aside to avoid disaster. He’s going to watch her walk into the puddle instead. Delights in it, almost. He knows that at the end of the day, being kind does nothing. He doesn’t get his favourite weapon wet, and she doesn’t even batt an eyelid. Chivalry is dead.

» Posted By genahtastic On 08.14.2013 @ 5:32 pm

clamp

These funny chubby legs won’t cycle me to your house. I’m clamped down, sweaty palms on the handlebars, but they just wont get going. I feel wild, frantic, because I know this park is no place to loiter. There are faces in every darkness. I feel eyes, chasing the curve of my hips, my curling hair on my neck.

» Posted By genahtastic On 08.04.2013 @ 2:58 am

polar

I’m counting the stars as my gold. You’re kicking the stones as you walk. You say you’ve loved me for some time, but I can’t help wondering…

» Posted By genahtastic On 07.27.2013 @ 7:09 pm

strung

i’ve adjusted to the isolation. don’t you dare welcome me home now. i was strung along by the rope, tied to the end of your truck. you drove all day, until the sky went orange and purple and blue. i feel a little bruised, i guess. i feel a little indignant.

» Posted By genahtastic On 06.17.2013 @ 5:14 am

undetected

where’s the pride in being another unwelcome stranger? don’t take off your shoes. don’t look at me like that. i click my pen twice. i straighten the zip on my jeans to hide under the material. where’s the pride? where’s the good? i click the pen twice more. even. tidy. smooth. undetected.

» Posted By genahtastic On 06.09.2013 @ 6:49 am

montage

dull lines and dull water drops. i sit at the bottom of the shower, waiting for the water to change me. they say ‘i miss you’. but it all folds into the story, the little flip book of all the times they were long gone. i don’t see it as i flick the pages, it flashes away too fast. i just see the emptiness.

» Posted By genahtastic On 06.06.2013 @ 11:49 pm

sisterhood

a spot of dirt on the crisp, white sheets. you can’t stop pulling at it, so i watch you play with the threads sister. why can’t you ever notice what’s really important?

» Posted By genahtastic On 06.01.2013 @ 8:07 pm

barren

Men are creatures to be despised. They stick their little worms in your dirt and hate you for growing flowers. Run before the roses grow. I’d salt my earth, but I like making the best out of a bad situation. I like to remind myself that I am the earth, I am the source of all life. They are alive because I am here. I can create.

» Posted By genahtastic On 06.01.2013 @ 3:05 am

spilled

I just can’t forget it. I’ve seen the way I used to be and now I’m blinded by that thing in my eyes, that silly goal, that little bug. It made me rub and rub my eyes until I cried. I spilt my milk. Time to complain that I’m lonely, now. I’ll try not to, but I just can’t forget it.

» Posted By genahtastic On 05.26.2013 @ 6:37 am

airstream

There’s salt all over this soft shell of mine. Air gently flowing from the fans above. I scrub, I scrub. The tenderness of rubbing away the old and dead, and bringing forward fresh, pink skin. I feel like a raw little crab, thrown momentarily into the boiling pot. For that minute it is not torture, but a warm spa. Tender and soothing to my bones.

» Posted By genahtastic On 05.17.2013 @ 8:49 pm

shoulder

If I could’ve dreamt, I think my eyes would have been a little less tired when i woke today. My shoulders ached, I was warm and gentle, right up until I had to wake. Shaken by the rough slam into reality, slapped into myself. I must get out of bed.

» Posted By genahtastic On 05.15.2013 @ 6:05 am

celestial

If I knew what I wanted, then maybe I could ease up on wanting it so much. Stars seem to hold so much potential, but I gaze up and wonder how many moons will it take me to figure out who I am? Will it be too late?

My hands get cold and I stop asking.

» Posted By genahtastic On 05.12.2013 @ 7:13 am

loom

eraser shavings are sprinkled here. your tea is cold. you feel his breath on your neck, ‘don’t spill that.’ little words that make you feel a mess.

little words that stick to the walls and are hung in hallways of your mind. he will loom forever here, a curse.

» Posted By genahtastic On 05.10.2013 @ 7:50 pm

beer

There are two bees on my fingertips. It’s summer evening, he’s cooking steak burgers in the afternoon blue-orange light. I can smell the misty burning, I can taste the tomato sauce in it. Summer is fading from our little corner of this world.

» Posted By genahtastic On 05.07.2013 @ 6:36 pm

burning

That’s not the way we do things around here. Walk slower. Taste the earth, smell the salt, move with the water. Be present wherever you are. Do what is right.

We burn slow.

» Posted By genahtastic On 05.06.2013 @ 5:49 am

rating

‘Does the world feel itchy to you? like everything is shuffling, taking a breath?’

Hot air is heating their necks. They’re sitting at the skate bowl between their houses, hands inches apart just incase the boys from school roll around again. They’re smiling though – proximity is enough.

‘Something’s changing.’

» Posted By genahtastic On 05.04.2013 @ 6:06 am

ensue

I push my eyes in with the palms of my hands. The result is pleasing enough, my head feels more solid; I’m less squishy and fragile. I want to fix all problems like that, with a little force, a little push and shove.

» Posted By genahtastic On 04.30.2013 @ 6:01 pm

enemies

I’m used to the hot bath. I’m used to walking with ice clenched in my fist. I do not believe that pain really goes away, we just grow accustomed to more. As we age, the burden on our bodies becomes too much. We weaken. Maybe we’re used to the licking flames at our ankles, but we’re used to the heat by now.

I’ll be just fine, friend.

» Posted By genahtastic On 04.29.2013 @ 6:26 pm

café

Farewell strings, farewell ties.
I’ve come to say goodnight to your autumn eyes.

» Posted By genahtastic On 04.23.2013 @ 3:37 am

burrow

It doesn’t mean a thing. She’ll burrow it down, nail the coffin shut. Forgive me if I’m wrong, but you’re trying to get her to look your way, trying so hard with your shuffled collar and twisted tight smile. But she won’t flinch. Believe me, she won’t move.

» Posted By genahtastic On 04.21.2013 @ 6:26 am

cliffs

‘Dance with me, kiss me, or leave.’
‘Those are my choices?’
‘Absolutely. I’m being firm and intolerable now. It’s my new thing.’
‘It’s kind of nice, but I don’t like the options.’
‘Why?’
‘I just want to sit here on the edge and sing with you.’
‘Oh.’

» Posted By genahtastic On 04.20.2013 @ 6:21 am

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