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Dermatophagia

My teeth are pallid knights;

They make me wretch again.

My layers peel away.

You heroes I despair!

My glass skin, cut and cracked,

leaks blood like mud in streams.

My veins are outstretched wide;

The knights have come to me.

My time to mind the pain,

my busted mind is frayed.

The imprint covers life,

they reel me back today.

The soldiers march along

my dying kingdom skin,

my wailing walls of flesh.

They make me wear my gloves.

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Marcescent

The days are pale and gray,

And the nights are black like rot,

Never could a mind conceive what I bore;

Every time I wake there's fog and flame,

And crows caw their lament over my name—

I'm chastised by anguish within my gore

My psyche is betrothed to sorrow,

And so too is my own home,

If only the dawn would come with bloom;

At dusk warm light hits the yarrow,

And it makes me weep to the morrow—

All I can feel is a sense of doom

Wherever I walk there is marcescent and wither,

And the leaves fall like frigid raindrops,

The roses could speak but they’re left silent;

I weep to and fro and hither,

And my blood boils in mither—

My jubilance will never be lucent

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Another Cell (A Dr. King Poem)

Sitting in another cell,

Peace is here,

I told them well,

Though they didn’t listen,

I felt them quelled.

Staring out the bars,

Tell them to sit,

And think of those times,

The ones in the future we’re all waiting for;

One day we shall be imprisoned no more.

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rendezvous

Breathe in the sandy air,

Riding up to the bridge,

A romantic night rendezvous

My fair maiden pulls back from the ledge,

I'm coming through on horseback,

She's carrying a neat little pack

We're sitting under the stars,

In the Arizona badlands,

She's in her blue-striped dress

A picnic we had,

She was a nice sweet young lass,

But far too fair for a wrangler like me

I held her hand,

Tender and sweet,

But then we had to leave

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persephone

Breathe in, breathe out. Stay calm, Persephone, stay calm. All he did was hold your hand, it wasn’t that serious! He couldn’t possibly be into you, right? No, no, he’s too fair and popular for a classic girl like you, caught up in books and jazz. Then again I see him in the library all the time and at that café downtown.

That little coffee shop always has the nicest tunes. Not much for ‘modernity’, but for us young folk who like the ‘oldies’ it’s quite well. The ladies who work there are quite nice, too.

The middle-aged women who sit behind that counter, a nice dark-wooden countertop with red and black striped siding, matching the wallpaper, are all bookworms as well. Also, none of them understand when a young girl comes in here and orders a ‘double mocha cappuccino with more cino than cappa and an extra pump of vanilla and a splash of milk and, oh, put the coffee in last because it tastes better that way’.

Anyway, he goes there a lot, but he can’t possibly be interested in the same things as you with how much of a jock he is. I can’t imagine a high school athlete reading a book, especially with reading glasses.

Every time I see him, Ellis, cocky blonde side part and such smooth skin that any guy or gal could wish to have, I wonder if he’s more bookworm or athlete. He really seems like a nerd outside of school, as much as any nerd can be, but in school he’s the most masculine force of nature on the soccer field.

“The usual, hon’?”

Mildred, one of the ladies, calls to me. I completely forgot I was ordering a coffee!

“Oh,” I pushed a strand of hair that got loose from my curls back behind my ear, “Yeah.”

“And that’s it honey? Don’t wanna try a Cinnabon again?” She smirks at me. She knows the last time I tried a Cinnabon really was the last time, those things are way too sweet for me! I like sugar-y and cinnamon-y things as much as the next girl but my sweetness tolerance has really been slacking since I hit puberty. Don’t know what happened there.

“I’m sure you’re good, don’t wanna spit it out all over the floor again!”

“You got that right,” I say as she hands me my coffee, fast as if it was already pre-made for me, “Say, have you seen a tall blonde boy with big round reading glasses come around often?” She looks me in my face as the little bell on the door chimes.

“Well, take a gander, sweetheart.” She points to the boy who just entered, and speak of the Devil! I instantly become flustered and try not to turn around, knowing he’ll bring up that little moment we held hands walking out of the front of the school.

“Persephone! How are ya’?” He places his hand on my shoulder.

“Uh, good, I think,” I try to piece a sentence together, “And how are, uh, you?”

“I’m fine. Great actually! I’ve been wondering where you were though,” he chuckles, “Kinda just, y’know, ran off? Look I understand if you don’t feel the same about, uh, relationships or ‘date-rates’ or whatever, but y’know, I’m hoping you do ‘cause I like you.”

All I heard, or at least registered correctly in my brain was that last part.

Those words that he said hit me like a bag of bricks, or as bag of feathers that weighed as much as the bricks. I turn to face him, my face looked redder than a tomato.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” He could tell I was flustered. He looked around the café, turned to face me, and leaned in close.

I didn’t know what to do! I’ve never been in this situation before! No boy has ever kissed me. I felt my heart racing, it was Ellis after all, but I don’t think I could bring myself to do it. Not even if he likes books or jazz or old-timey fashion or coffee dates, but it’s too late to back out.

I pull away, late of course, and our lips were tied for a few seconds. Mildred made a shocked face and called to the ladies in the back on their lunch breaks, “She’s kissing a boy! She’s kissing a boy! How sweet is that?” Then the rest of the ladies, middle-aged and old came out and witnessed our lips leaving their grasp.

“Wow.” I say, Ellis and I holding each other close, “That was…” I look at the ladies behind the counter and I get lost in thought. Were they thinking of what their first kisses were like? They knew I had never kissed a boy before and maybe now this brought back some memories. Memories of how the kissed the maybe-nerdy-maybe-jock blonde casanova in their shared favorite coffee joint.

But then I snap back to now and out of my creative realm, “I think… Maybe I…” He looked into my eyes, “Was it bad? You can tell me, that was my first kiss so I don’t know–” I blurt out in the middle of his sentence, “That was your first kiss? I thought girls kissed you all the time! You’re so popular and strong and sweet and…”

I hear him chuckle, “No, well, they do, it’s just that, maybe, I don’t know, none of them are you like you?” “What do you mean?” He clears his throat, “They don’t like books or easy-listening music or have nice curly hair and an old-timey style. It’s really hot. Well, not hot per se, but, yeah, y’know what I mean.”

I couldn’t tell if it was me that was more flustered or him. Obviously, I am outwardly more flustered, but his internal self must be panicking right now.

“I thought you were into the hotties, not any classical gals like me.”

“No, I really like girls who are unique and aren’t on the latest trends, y’know?” He puts his hands on my waist as another song comes on. Most of the time it’s just repeats of the same 10 jazz instrumentals of popular songs, but this one was different. It was… romantic. We start to sway back-and-forth, as if were were waves on the warm open ocean. He initiates a slow dance, perfectly in tune with the feelings the songs over the little speaker in the ceiling gave out from the office in the back room.

“I think…” I shyly say.

“Yeah, sweetie?” He says, shyly, too.

“We’re together now, right?” I get closer to him, waiting for his response.

“Yeah. I guess we are.” He smiles, his pearly whites beaming, “I’m glad we are.”

Hello! My second post on here, it's obviously way longer than my first, but I thought I'd share this! It's just a short snippet I wrote last night, and I'm hoping to get some critique or other comments on it. Let me know what you think!

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perfume (a haiku)

Every few nights,

Gentle floral smelling air,

Wish it wasn't cold

Hello! I'm new to Tumblr, and I'm here to share my writing. This is actually my first ever haiku I wrote yestersay (I write poetry and short stories, but not haikus,) and I'm eager to get some opinion on it, regardless of its short length.