You've Grown on Me
Maybe I was too quick
To judge,
Maybe I didn’t understand you
At first,
Maybe I thought too harshly
Of you,
But you’ve seem to grown
On me.
At first slightly and delicately;
A daisy,
Then faster, twisting up my leg;
A vine,
And most surprising of all;
Like fungus.
Your caps sprouting from my ears
Filtering the words I hear,
Your spores clouding my eyes
Blocking what is truly in front of me,
Your mycelium taking residence in my brain
Making sure I only think;
Of you.
You’ve grown on me.
A parasite grows in its host,
But who is hosting whom?
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marbles & dominos
—
he told me
not to romanticize the pigeons,
they’re scavengers.
But they know not what they do
like the squirrels who plant trees for me & you
wild woods don’t worry the way we do
and when the sidewalk chalk washed away,
words were even easier to say
.•.peako green•.•
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Blisters from a Magic Lamp
Hands aching
Red with friction
Fighting the crave
My addiction
Tarnished brass
Worn with use
Scratched and dented
My abuse
Still no answer
For my call
All alone
Wanting it all.
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April 2023
Peako Prompts
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1. blisters from a magic lamp
2. couldn’t keep looking back
3. puddle of wax
4. a life interruption
5. thick line that runs through me
6. felt you on the tips of my fingers
7. bags too heavy to carry
8. but it fell out of me
9. left in the dust
10. quiet music in the hideaway
11. rinsing out the cell
12. a new moon away
13. oxygen to a collapsed lung
14. sharp accusations
15. stuck to the shadows
16. sour soap
17. the key to me
18. instead of the worst case scenario
19. you were my bookmark
.•.peako green•.•
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Feel free to use the prompts however & whenever you’d like. Use any peako-related tags too. :)
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Goose Shit
by Evil Mary Oliver Who Lives in Your Head
You do have to be good.
In fact, you have to be perfect.
Having even one perturbation
will disqualify you from going to the grocery store.
You are obligated to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting,
backwards, in underwear
made of red-hot puff adders.
You can't let that soft, fallible animal of your body
love what it loves.
Are you kidding?
Tell me about despair, yours, and keep telling me,
and don't stop, or you'll completely explode
and go to jail, and then hell.
Meanwhile the world goes on without you.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of hailstones
are beating down on your head,
pouring into the buildings and deep gutters,
the corpse-laden mountains and the rivers--
did you read that article
about the one that turned bright yellow from pollution?
Meanwhile the wild geese, hissing and shitting everywhere
will not leave your yard.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
you can always get lonelier!
And I can help.
I call to you like the wild geese, harsh and intimidating,
over and over announcing your place--
oop, sorry, never mind,
someone else took it.
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Secret
I don’t care if
you keep me a secret
Like a note tucked away
Into your back pocket
.
I don’t care if
Your finger touches your lips
When my name is mentioned
As long as my lips can follow suit
.
I don’t care if
We only talk in hushed whispers
Because at least I’m getting
To talk to you
.
I don’t care if
You keep me a secret
Because if you keep me
At least I’m yours.
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Burial
I died.
I died.
So long ago.
So bury me
in falling snow.
No summer grave.
Shall be my rest.
Cast down in dirt,
Bruised and undressed.
I died I died
So long ago.
Laid by a lake,
No sight of snow.
Young and fragile,
In blood red ground
Body discovered,
My soul unfound.
I died. i died.
So long ago.
So bury me
In falling snow.
My time will come
Again one day
At peace I’ll be
In frost I’ll lay
I died I died
So long ago
So build me up
A pyre aglow
A day will break
Dusk into Dawn
Smoke flashes in air
Up to the sun.
I died I died
So long ago
Drowning on air
Nowhere to grow.
Muddy tracks,
And bloody flesh
Wash me with fire
And leave me fresh
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Hold me, holy, helpless
Shaking like an earthquake
Like a falling leaf in late
December, dearest, I am
So afraid of who I am and
Who I was and what these
Trembling hands cannot
Carry, I carry on with
Tattered wings full of
Soil, my soul is see-
Through in the sun—
I was an angel, once
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I don’t know in what flame
does my heart burn
but I’ve never seen any fire
healing the flesh before.
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It Stalks
The low August sun,
Not yet painting the clouds,
Letting shadows stretch.
A rustling in the corn
Its stalks towering, reaching,
Ears opened and awaiting.
The sound of two
The endless game,
One hushed, barely breathing
The other silent.
It stalks,
Towering,
Reaching,
Eyes opened and awaiting.
A glint of silver in
The low August sun,
Painting the green stalks
A vibrant red.
The sound of one
The constant conclusion,
Silent, not breathing,
One laughing gleefully.
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Not Icarus
I have my wax wings
Strapped onto my back
I cruise over sea
I cruise under sun
But,
I am not him.
I do not soar
I do not fly
I don’t let my ego
Get the best of me.
I was given
All the warnings
Beware the sea
Beware the sun
But,
I am him.
I still sink
The water
Rushes over me
‘Til I’m not there.
Icarus
Went too high
I did not
I kept low
But,
Weighed down
Sea spray
Sinking
Beneath the waves
Arms failing.
Not my
Ego
No fall
No sun
But,
I
Still
Sank
Complacent
Fearful.
I
Am
Not
Him
But,
I would have rather
Fallen from the sun
Than sank beneath waves
Not knowing how to
Soar.
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Love, Sam
I spoke with him
His smile was bright,
His laugh bubbly
Made me feel light.
Back off he’s mine
Back off he’s mine
Back off he’s mine
Back off he’s mine
Revealed hideout
Up on the hill,
With isolation
Carry me still.
He’s leaving me,
He’s leaving me,
He’s leaving me,
He’s leaving me,
Destined great things,
He needs to stay,
How can I breathe
When he’s away?
You can’t have him
You can’t have him
You can’t have him
You can’t have him
But storms bring doubt.
I’m left to bawl,
Going to meet
Watch as I fall.
How could you B?
How could you B?
How could you B?
How could you B?
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Cliffhanger
I hang onto you
like the last line of a book-
always wanting more.
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