Comments Posted By smnthbll
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lord, what fools these mortals be
with their insistence to die until they live,
their time intertwined like thorny vines
» Posted By smnthbll On 06.09.2013 @ 5:39 pm
you worry about the things you can’t see
you ignore your two hands in favor of news reports
of science journal articles and magazine factoids
» Posted By smnthbll On 06.08.2013 @ 12:02 pm
flipping pages through scrapbooks
turning photographs backwards
and scribbling out dates
» Posted By smnthbll On 06.06.2013 @ 3:39 pm
i’m piecing together
the bits of your lives
that comprise me
that create me
that condone me
» Posted By smnthbll On 06.05.2013 @ 1:07 pm
close your eyes and don’t
think about the fact that this,
this would feed your sister’s family
for three years.
strike the match, and let
the flame catch.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.29.2013 @ 2:56 pm
throw it around:
the concept of destiny.
lie to yourself:
I’m meant to be here,
in this clearing I walked to
from my overpriced hotel.
I left my phone in my car.
I’m meant to be here.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.26.2013 @ 6:36 pm
she left us like the wicked
witch of the west did:
combusting into a pile of
empty clothing beneath
a house’s worth of bricks.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.22.2013 @ 11:14 pm
heed the illusion of crisis,
take care around those
PRESENTED TO YOU
keep the tip of your tongue
the back of your front teeth
and your hands balled
in fists in your pockets.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.20.2013 @ 7:06 pm
I have a bruise on my thigh the size of Texas,
but I can’t feel the dull ache over the blistering
burns you left on my lips when you kissed me.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.19.2013 @ 7:15 pm
sitting in the back of a
camel-coloured pickup truck,
I’m a fucking princess
and these pebbles are peas.
there are two stop signs in this town,
one half missing.
credit the graduating class of ’99
who decided to take the OP
before disbanding in their volkswagens.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.17.2013 @ 4:10 pm
sitting on my knees in the back of a
camel-coloured pickup truck,
I’m a fucking princess and
these pebbles are peas.
there are two traffic lights in this town.
one has been broken
since the graduating class of ’99
decided to leave their mark on this
rusted tin can of a town
before running off to all edges of the country.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.17.2013 @ 12:03 pm
I hope my ashes are tickling daisy seeds
when these politicians decide,
once again, to redefine covert action
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.16.2013 @ 1:14 pm
the white cloud over your pupil,
you said, was
something I shouldn’t have to see.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.15.2013 @ 9:53 pm
my gran says from my passenger seat
as we watch a group of men in scarves
step into the crosswalk.
she’s been gone for years
but her voice is always around.
“that one is pretty cute, samantha.
don’t you think?”
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.14.2013 @ 8:40 pm
the others tell me,
“if you date a writer, you can never die.”
but I know, if I dated a writer,
she would describe us with words
so much longer than her hair.
her sentences would weave around
my bone and muscle until
I’m pumping her diction through my veins.
if I dated a writer, I would die all the same.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.13.2013 @ 8:56 pm
my sock feet hit the tile.
he takes the toothbrush out of my hand,
directs me how to position my fingers.
breakfast has been laid out for me.
biting into a pear, I taste acrylic paint.
“we’re going to do that one again.”
I recap my lipstick and smear it off my lips.
I lock the front door behind me and I hear,
“she’s always in character.”
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.12.2013 @ 10:08 pm
I have a few stories about you
rolling around inside my mouth,
like the stale, orange tic tacs
I found beneath my friend’s car seat
in his sand-coloured pick-up truck
with the camper shell
and seats that smelled like cigarette
smoke and were dotted with ashy holes.
I want to spill my words
like I spilled my green peas
at his family’s dinner table
when I intended to laugh politely
but opened my jaw too far.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.11.2013 @ 8:23 pm
my nature hasn’t withered
like a cliche,
like a rose petal edged black.
with shimmery, nude scales
and I wholly intend on keeping them.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.10.2013 @ 4:38 pm
I tried to conquer your terrain
until I fell in a way that molded
my body to the curves of your land.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.09.2013 @ 1:43 pm
in addition to having skin
that could light gas lamps across
I have a silver lining
in my mouth
that would make an optimist
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.08.2013 @ 8:51 pm
when I stood in your room for the first time,
hands clasped behind my back,
I noticed a stack of things you intended to return:
an overdue library book, an ex-boyfriend’s sweater,
and a pair of heels you bought at the mall,
thinking the weight of 6-inch leather stilettos
would anchor your dizzy heart.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.07.2013 @ 4:36 pm
turn signals flash against my left eye
and my scalp slips off my skull
like a clementine peel.
I’m lightheaded and I can’t
see anything but a
COEXIST bumper sticker.
I rub my eyes and see
a hundred stars of David
reflected on my windshield.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.06.2013 @ 7:57 pm
you never went to church
but you told me you were baptized
in a way that cost you
but allowed you to mold yourself
like hot wax
streaked with ash
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.05.2013 @ 3:22 pm
don’t call her “little lamb”, knowing she’s so young,
then whistle from across the road.
I will shove my car key into your mouth
and twist until your tongue is a sorry pulp.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.04.2013 @ 5:55 pm
she was the youngest,
ears peeking out from the curtain
of her thin, blonde hair.
we carried her on shoulders
so she could scream the loudest.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.03.2013 @ 4:10 pm
can we instill ourselves
with illumination and incentive,
or must we always wait
for another person
to do it for us?
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.02.2013 @ 6:08 pm
are you a necromancer?
because you’ve conjured up
feelings in myself
I thought long gone.
» Posted By smnthbll On 03.01.2013 @ 7:19 pm
I think we were sentenced
the moment air touched our skin
to love everything on the horizon
» Posted By smnthbll On 02.28.2013 @ 3:46 pm
knocking at her door with tiny, clenched fists
welcomed for 9 months, and then some
the celebration party smells of disinfectant
and the world welcomes her as she leaves it
» Posted By smnthbll On 02.27.2013 @ 5:49 pm
Back To Stats Page
I have been bleeding from my finger tips all day,
marking everything I touch with a
vibrant, honest smear.
I’m not sorry about the pink finger prints
between the pages of my research paper
or the red streak I left between your shoulder blades.
» Posted By smnthbll On 02.26.2013 @ 5:58 pm