The Things We Carry As students, the things we carry are largely determined by our identities. True, we all carry the same learning utensils: pens, pencils, paper - but those items constitute only a small fraction of what we carry. No, we carry everything from the profoundest of dreams to the most superficial of possessions. We are what we carry - we carry what we are.The Things We Carry by lethologic-luna
We carry tupperwares of baked goods to share with our friends. We carry posters, books, phones, tech projects, art projects, portfolios, briefcases, instruments, headphones, speakers, cosmetic appliances, athletic equipment, our change of clothes for sports practice, our change of clothes for work. I know of not one but three highly intellectual young men who all, at some point, have made a habit of carrying their winter coats around all day. The trend always struck me as comical. I joke about wearing mine around school--perhaps, imitating their idiosyncrasies might make me as bright and successful as they are.
weaving a netweaving a net by lethologic-luna
she wore a white angelic shirt that hugged her shoulders the same way the breeze flirted with us now.
i wondered why she didn't put on her jacket, but i didn't say anything. honestly, didn't want her to put it on.
with pure curiosity, i gazed at her upper chest and neck as we conversed.
she didn't notice; she always diverted her bashful eyes when she talked to me.
...the ebony skin...
...the shoulders radiating in the dim sun, so bold that they trumped the cold and devoured the snowflakes that licked them.
she continued to talk.
gazing without intruding the privacy of her body, i stared at the canvas of her upper chest.
...the graceful swoop of her collarbones supporting that smooth canvas of skin just above the breasts.
ah, but it sat there, just waiting to be drawn on by a necklace, painted by a scarf, or by my tentative hands...
suddenly, she said something in that chime that implied my response had to be one of laughter; i laughed just to see her smile.
but something was so com
i painted a mirror, and so did youtwo nights ago, i realized how beautiful my face truly isi painted a mirror, and so did you by lethologic-luna
i didn't need to remember the time he told me i was beautiful
to force myself to believe it
and when i had this epiphany, my fingers wouldn't stop caressing this mask of beauty framed with tears
it isn't just a comely arrangement of skin and organs, no,
it sees, it smells, it tastes, it speaks, but more poignantly,
it exhibits the physical manifestations of what we feel inside
it smiles and laughs and screams and shouts,
the skin on my face has inhaled the sound of every childish laugh i've let out for this world to hear, sponged up every precious tear, and soaked in each and every one of my dimpled smiles
the flesh of my face nostalgic as album pages, layer over layer of emotions lost to memory since my day 1; a record of who i am and everything i've felt
but not only is it a painting of everything i experience inside - it is a mirror of what you do, too.
Dragging Diamonds Down My SkinI wanted someone to callDragging Diamonds Down My Skin by seaboundstars
me at midnight, out
of breath (out of
luck). Telling me they
need to talk.
But not you.
"This probably comes
three hours too late
You placed your tongue
on my throbbing heart,
eager to nurse off
the life of another.
You said: "Shred skin to find the bone",
I had shed my skin, lulled my
bones into a weeping silence
and I still tasted disappointment
in your kiss.
I've heard your eyelids creak
when you open and shut them.
I know what hides behind the glass
and I do not plan
on coming back.
who i'll watch forever (or, maybe forever)also known as a poemwho i'll watch forever (or, maybe forever) by chromeantennae
where i'll name-drop
every poet i've ever fallen for
and then make clever
references and play with usernames
and ultimately end
on some sort of joke
because that's all my poetry is,
wordplay wrapped in sarcasm.
obscure scientific language
until my shit is shipwrecked
and i'll need a captain
to get me back on track,
so i'll choose ian
and say AyeAye12.
or aye aye captain
and ay ay, let's see
if i can do this
in alphabetical order
and i'm starting off well
'cause i would've started
she not have deactivated
and that's why
i don't believe in forever
'cause as soon as you
fall in love
they can disappear
outta thin air--
oh shit, wait.
i'm freaking out right now
'cause i realized that
probably should've gone
before Ian but don't think
about that little slip-up
'cause i'm really trying not to
right now and i'm nervous
but that's okay
because it's all a part of my charm?
maybe, maybe not. but
how to wear your mother's lipstick"you must wear it like she wears disappointment on her facehow to wear your mother's lipstick by your-methamphetamine
you must hide the surprise of tasting other men on your lips
your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained.
you find the black tube inside her beauty case, where she keeps
your fathers old prison letters,
you desperately want to look like her
film star beauty, you hold your hand against your throat
your mother was most beautiful when sprawled out on the floor
half naked and bleeding.
you go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick,
somewhere no one can find you
your teeth look brittle against the deep red slickness
you smile like an infant, your mouth is a wound
you look nothing like your mother
you look everything like your mother.
you call your ex boyfriend, sit on the toilet seat and listen to
the phone ring, when he picks up you say his name slow
he says i thought i told you to stop calling me
you lick your lips, you taste like years of being alone."
-- Warsan Shire
l e t h o l o g i c : Uhh...what was it again...um, um....oh! That's right! It means when you can't remember that one darn word you wanted to say. When it's on the tip of your tongue but. you. just. can't. remember.
A complete sucker for honey and clover.
I apologize in advance.
I don't post writing regularly, so I may come and go.