Poetry

I will continue to ache
until bones etch the skin
Until everything writhing between
is stripped away
and the angels can lift me by my naked clavicle
and carry me home

Posted by Adia on 2007-05-18, 6:15 a.m.

Starved

Words are my diet
I will eat the poetry
subsist on the explanations
I will drink words when I am hungry
I will make words when I am dying
I will become a being of ten point pixels
characters
I will starve food addiction out of me
I will come here again and again to
trade words with the stubborn unyielding loneliness
and I will like it

Posted by Adia on 2007-02-08, 6:05 a.m.

Kissing Toward Feeling Alive

I've been alone
for so long and been content
to only witness love
the way a child witnesses the sudden arrangement
Christmas morning
climbs under the tree where the presents are
and pulls the paper open
Because I've been happy without love
without a kiss when I could need one
Or because I am spending mornings
awake and alone
while friends are waking
just now
with others or eachother
kissing toward feeling alive
I have tried to find the feeling on my own
in myself and the world
not unlike the way
the child opens the unopened presents
unwilling to wait

Posted by Adia on 2006-11-21, 10:45 p.m.

Hate Me

It is your right
to hate or love
anyone you choose
Choose me
and my mouth
my delicate arms and hands
Choose my laugh
but especially my smile
Choose to hate the living being itself
so much deeper than my personality
which is easy to hate
Hate the phrasing
not just my words
Hate me
It's so subtle
When you walk by
how will I know that your stare is not love

Posted by Adia on 2006-08-02, 12:05 a.m.

The Sensation of Dying

When I imagine my life leaving my body
I can picture
a clear and singular soul taking flight
Its shape nearly the shape of me
but fogged through
I can imagine the ground steaming
as my body is given up
the very air unendurably still But
if there is a soul inside me
I would rather not feel it has left
when I leave this world
instead
I would like to become connected
to the life of each thing I touch
One energy
not drawn out or transformed but
reaching from me to the living ground
To the grass
or cat
or man
Flooding the world like it has been
waiting to surge out
If I could feel that first swell
the sensation leaving my skin
and taking in the senses of the earth
and then the animals
the person sitting nearest to my unfeeling body
Feeling them too
If I could feel as each thing feels
braided by touch
that could be Heaven
knowing all along that touch was there
knowing that death
is only failing to ignore it any longer

Posted by Adia on 2006-07-16, 3:22 a.m.

Aluminum

You are the beautiful child
formerly known as
someone people wanted
to hang with in highschool but
how is it now
alone and torn
fractured
you wish heroin were like breathing
and as apparently cheap
if a bullet raced to your heart
nothing
would flash before your eyes this
poetry is just a fad to you
reading to empty rooms for exposure
only to end up broke
broken and exposed
grown but
never developed
(You can shine like silver all you want but you're still aluminum.)

Posted by Adia on 2006-07-15, 10:08 p.m.

This Game We Play

We sand and scrape
each move we make
together or apart
our mouths are blurred
releasing rapid fire
We cast our pain on others
in this game we play
ignoring how we always make
new damage with the things we say
The paper sand
of reprimands
makes each edge so much rougher
than we thought before
yet when we try to cover
somehow we only sand away
the smoothness we were searching for
We're in a cycle we abhor
of callousness
and nothing more

Posted by Adia on 2006-05-15, 1:47 a.m.

Too Much to Love

He has discovered that it is much too hard to love me
that these some sweet seconds of surrender
could never be worth such inane desperation
His eyes grow weary of the sight of me
of my darkened demeanor
His hands now tense
at the touch of one so used
I lie alone and wonder
if I will ever win the heart of one who's love comes without conditions
He turns to face me
a look of liberation in his eyes
and I
can almost taste the pain of his goodbye
as each cruel word burrows deep to find its home inside my heart
only to resurface later as I
recall the weight of his arms around me
the graceful shape of his hands
the strength in his kiss

Posted by Adia on 2006-04-14, 9:21 p.m.

Helpless

Together
silence
often overtakes our
verbal mobility
intimacy is stifled
syllables wither on my lips
it seems a disgrace
that my mouth will not offer my mind to you
I want to confess
everything I feel
abandon my sensibilities
whisper
all that I have dared to think
I want to burrow into your soul
bite into the silence stretched tight between us
I want to axe
and overcome
this verbal helplessness

Posted by Adia on 2006-03-25, 11:42 p.m.

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