My work:
Patheos,
The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,
The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books
Silent Bites by Eukalypto
They say people who curse Have more of a likelihood of being Intelligent They all say you're Never fully dressed with
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
(My novel The Half Paper Moon) He is dead Dead dead dead The man is dead I am dead Frozen in pomegranate panic Frozen in death that lives onward in sinew that stews
its fucking torture how you place such romantic bullshit on my head like a lantern, I'm not a moth I'm a plant you selfish prick, you prick at me with your fascinating trails of inane speech that pick at my brain like
an uncomfortable welling, a gushing sound I felt in my chest, Pervading my heart Like an echo from Orpheus Barely turning, whispering the saddest farewell
Cut the cord with blank Words that are a misfired gun pretend to miss me
My soul wretches with the very thought of you hating me If you believe you are better without me, Righteous or pious Selfish, angry
I don't recall being a boy No knee-high to a grasshopper I was the man, the first, the one that Swallowed up the results of all of them
Pool of blood Against my hell-bound shadow The shades of different forms he ensnares, entangles, chains The exhaust of my lifeline like a brutal string, teasing the Thread of Life
she made me feel like I knew —-(poetry)—- Oh my God, you're so beautiful Midnight blue eyes like the stars I feel burning inside
To give myself into the squeeze The squelch of suffering in an unconscious plain of despair The utter absence of light or dark
did the immortal Rebecca get written out Like you did with me?
every day, a romance starts in a wound As my lover calls it, A wound that swallows and burns and suffocates It holds a small hole that fills like a leech filling up with blood
