leftheavyEverything in me that has any weightleftheavy by Sasukesadork
All sunk to the left side of my body
And the ghost part that’s hovering above
can’t pick the rest of me up
I loiter between my own fingertips
Keeping them cold until I run the blood
Out into my edges and the edges
Are the first to be abandoned whenever I stand still
So I keep moving
I can’t let all the color wash out of me
All the solid parts of me,
Glowing orange with the fire
Are rallied close together somewhere
Far from my head and heart
The smoke hits me gradually
I’ll notice I’m not breathing
Sometimes when I’m driving
It doesn’t feel like I’m moving
But I keep moving
When I sit still I burn right through me
Every real piece of me
Is pulling me into the ground
And all the parts that keep me up
Are strangely quiet
It’s hard to keep it burning
When I’m sinking in the water
It’s hard to stay floating
When I’m holding myself together
I am so heavy
When I’m holding it all
The IntersectionI was going to pass through the stale yellow light so I pressed down on the accelerator as the signal turned red but I didn't see the car stopped in front of me. I had been too busy looking at the light. I was moving too fast to stop, my foot caught, and I tripped.The Intersection by Sasukesadork
I tripped out into the intersection. With skinned knees on the pavement and horns blaring around me I was a kid off my bike again, crying loud enough that the woman down the block and across the street could hear me. She couldn't hear me now. I couldn't hear me now, in the loudness of the highway.
There were deer paths in the tar. There were bird nests strung along the power lines. There were black glass eyes looking out at me between ghost blades of grass growing in tufts in the cracks in the asphalt.
Every word of every poem about nature floated lazily from the exhaust pipes of the cars, low lying clouds making it hard to see and hard to breathe. It muffled the sounds of the cars roaring past. It filtered the sunlight.
partakenLife is a sport,partaken by Sasukesadork
a prom, a performance,
better I be an instrument
than a spectator,
better to be unseen
than be passive,
better to build the balcony
than to dream of it
HauntingI spent this morning leaning on somethingHaunting by Sasukesadork
wrapped in comforters, stacked with pillows
so I couldn't tell what it was, couldn't tell
that it was hard and cold,
couldn't tell that it was a tiredness that would stretch
like taffy being pulled, pulled, pulled
as I stare at the floor
not wholly unconvinced that my time was being wasted
and this is in fact not where I need to be.
The thing under the blankets unfolded around me,
nondescriptly taking up the whole sky to cast it’s shape
over the campus and the cars and the people.
It’s the wall closing in the voices
making them reverberate and echo,
it’s the floor under my feet, the ground under the snow,
it’s a mask that the future wears as it hovers in front of me
no matter which direction I look.
It waits every place I think to go,
it lurks in the words I read as it reads me.
When I take deep breaths it flows into my lungs
stopping the air with its ghostly shape,
blinking slowly as it flowingly drifts between blood ce
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