nine1.nine by ~emilygolightly
be their happy childhood, dipped
in coloured glass and wound around
the stairwells. be a boat with sails
and a tire swing. be butterfly nets.
be monarchs and lilacs in the summertime be
summer itself. be desperation and
a snare drum, old Beatles songs winding up
from the floor below, your yellow hair something
from a storybook.
put your hand inside their
head and lead them out the back
door and through the trees.
show them the spot where
you took an axe to the silver eye
of God's skull and boxed up his
body parts like damp children's clothes.
tell them the truth; that you ate
his bones and kept his soul in
a beer keg. tell them how he didn't
mind, how he was happy to give up
and get drunk instead.
gas them in the shower.
paint their mouth as red
as their memories. paint
them like old blue blankets
piled up on the side of the
road. paint them orange
and covered in blood. paint
them like a small nervous
bird, on fire.
paint yourself yellow and
don't stop running.
You're Kind of AYou're kind of aYou're Kind of A by ~elzorrito
new thing for me
and it's difficult
for me to admit
that maybe I'm alright
It's hard to admit
I want to hold you
Like a cigarette
Like a kitten
by the scruff
of the neck.
passive smokingI gave up waiting for you that night,passive smoking by ~iheartabortions
got into bed and lay on a dictionary.
I pulled it out and pressed my finger against a word the bore no relevence to you,
but I wrote your name beside it anyway because everything has to be related to you in some way.
I could have set the room alight that night.
I dropped a promise, those cigarettes I said I wouldn't smoke.
You never noticed the change in my voice when I was smoking at the other end of the phone.
I know every little change in the tone of your voice,
like the way your "I love you's" change before you're just about to drift into sleep.
I'm blaming you for all my misfortunes,
I'm blaming you for the ocean
I'm blaming you for the loss of words
and time and stop lights and aeroplanes.
We were always somewhere between apart and together
And I don't know the parts of me that you didn't rip apart.