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
I don’t want to think you ever understood me. Because when you called me that, You must’ve understood how terribly wrong it was.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
blackness Red Your blackness is on my red Your darkest black Has choked me I’m dead I’m dead *** I’m glad I’m dead
I went to the take out the trash It’s just up the hill I go up there everyday I go up that hill and down most times in the daylight
I’m Sick I got a metal line tightening around me And it’s not easy No, it’s not Easy To hold my breath anymore Baby, I’m sick.
like boxes stacked up One by one My rib cage feels boxed up Inside, it’s dreaming And then Smashed My ribcage is aching
I am the embodiment of death I live in spring But I deal with my death daily In his brutal eyes Of flaring menace.
I want to murder my words Murder them Good I want to kill each thought Each stupid feeling it evoked I’m not going to be sorry
I’m all twisted Like a pinch of lemon to your tongue I felt your balm I felt your deep I felt your deep words I sensed your order
feedback from a rejection Like feedback from a radio wave It doesn’t hit As a huge wave It’s like little pin pricks
in a deep moor under a new sun, I found myself wading Waiting ***** **** There was a rapturous fire Inside your moor
These are not my waters Crimson of red Like the war paint I once dread Rebecca, I’m told is who I am Stripped of my native soul
I think in black and white I dream in your hue It’s static Static Static pressure against my brain tissue. I dream in black and white
