Betwixt

I fell,

like a rogue wave crashing

towards the shore into the

deepest chasm of your arms.

Inhaled,

like a breath after drowning,

You pull me past skin and

marrow,

to realms only God and I could

see.
_

We waged war behind the veil

against human-like demons

with hallowed hungry eyes

and whispered suggestions.

“cast her out”

He screams, but my stone broke

heart is too slick to grasp,

covered in aura-moss,

abandoned to long in the damp-

dark forest of my redwood

ribcage.

_

Still, I tear at my chest, bloody

fingertips move there way down

my valleys to wet soil and I find

my body halfway in the ground

or

is it halfway out?

Photo credit: Brook Shaden

Stardust Fingertips

A poem that I started working on awhile ago. Now finished.

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Faces

You are beginning to understand,
aren’t you?

That the whole world is
inside you: in your perspectives and in
your heart. That to be able to find peace, you must find peace within yourself first, and to truly enjoy life, you must enjoy who you are. And once you learn how to master this, you will be protected form everything that makes you feel like you can’t go on, that with this gift of recognizing yourself, even when you are alone, you will never be lonely.

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And We Burned

His warmth against my skin in the dark has been calming.

We talked all night about nothing but it was beautiful.
In between our words, we made love like everything was new.

Like last April never happened.
Before the poison set in.

I tried so hard but I could not hide the glowing within my chest.
He caught fire and we burned
together.

We ran from the sunrise and hid in the shadows of the second hand on the clock.

This left me coughing up ashes for days.

The skin in my teeth

Emptiness echos in my hollow chest
cracking my brittle bones.
Panic digs in like roots causing lumps in my throat,
I crave what I will never get back,
the parts of me that died the day you said

“I love her”

My insecurities gasp for a deciduous substance,
a decaying love that was once timeless.
I inhale this fleeting illusion fed by doubt
and hide in between the smoke of a midnight cigarette
and words that fill the blank pages of my journal.

I wait to exhale.

-Addy

I wrote this awhile back. Needs work.

By Blood

Our souls are entangled forever,

by blood,
by skin,
by scars,
by whispers,
by secrets,
by pain,
by tears
by promises,

by love. . .

His lips, stained with my essence.

He trickles into my bones,

filling my chest so full

that there is no space

between skin and meet.

Memories like,

bullet holes with no exit wounds

Explode out of my eyes in silence.

Don’t forget me please.

Remember why we love.

My heartbeat beat beat beat

sits heavy in my throat.

The darkness would rather I

swallow razorblades,

I continue to hold my wounds

together with the thread of hope and time.

I refuse to let rot set in.