Bath
August 10th, 2014, 06:37 AM
two poems I'd like to share that I wrote. not necessarily looking for criticism, just want to share. it's been a while. first one I wrote 5 months ago. second one I wrote a few days ago
1.) burning burning
burning up thinking about
sneaking outside in the middle of the night
that memory burns me up when i
burn a marlboro red
and my clothes smell like 4 years in the past
burning up when
i bruise my knees on tile floors
burning up when it smells like a doctor’s office
latex and menthol
it’s ice cold when the sky looks different
and my body is smooth
and my heart doesnt skip any beats
and my breath doesnt taste like salt or grease or blood
it’s ice cold when the word gemini isn’t pressed into my skin
when i’m sleeping soundly at night
when i black out what you’ve said to me
it’s ice cold when i’m not burning up
2.)I’m throwing myself carelessly, a caution to the wind—
A warning, “Support Must Be Provided,”
if you dare so rush against me
I will be sure to turn you into
dull, motionless hot air
before my wings give out and I
break myself on the earth
1.) burning burning
burning up thinking about
sneaking outside in the middle of the night
that memory burns me up when i
burn a marlboro red
and my clothes smell like 4 years in the past
burning up when
i bruise my knees on tile floors
burning up when it smells like a doctor’s office
latex and menthol
it’s ice cold when the sky looks different
and my body is smooth
and my heart doesnt skip any beats
and my breath doesnt taste like salt or grease or blood
it’s ice cold when the word gemini isn’t pressed into my skin
when i’m sleeping soundly at night
when i black out what you’ve said to me
it’s ice cold when i’m not burning up
2.)I’m throwing myself carelessly, a caution to the wind—
A warning, “Support Must Be Provided,”
if you dare so rush against me
I will be sure to turn you into
dull, motionless hot air
before my wings give out and I
break myself on the earth