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Love.

Made of glass, the broken ones

scotch tape shards

to rightful places

where they slide against

jagged edges like

butter knives on fine china.

We are white sand, struck by heat lightning

on humid nights, where laughter

pleads for one more molten kiss

before heartbreak.

Thunder begs you to get out of bed

but you’re too busy nestling in with sheet gargoyles.

Helpless is a broken heart -

shame for going back to where

it all began - glutton girl,

with lips that whisper “sorry”

when you know you were a right little thing

all along, all along.

- M. Rhymer

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What are we, but a soul -

riding flesh, and blood and bone...

until we find home.

- M.Rhymer

[theghostsleftbehind]

You don’t have to earn your support.

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Never, Never Land.

Wendy stormed

to open windows,

clenched fists shaking a

dry baptism on the night.

Curses fell to the comatose,

slumbering sweetly

in unwashed linens -

drool puddles flooding pillows.

When would the sky king

take her back?

To pirate kissing mermaids

and pipe loving natives?

Where murderous hooks

longed for winged strokes

of tinkering fairies

dancing in lanterns.

She wouldn’t grow up,

not until he returned

and used his tears

to fade the wrinkles.

Time robbing love stories

leave sweet nothings,

whispered daydreams

to the second star on the right.

- M. Rhymer

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Without Abandon

Breathe gently.

What a world we would live in,

if calloused hands tied bows

instead of nooses.

We purse lips

to press kissed “thankyous”

on skin canvas, inked with

the loathing we have for ourselves.

Pour puddle water on the feet

of enemies and wash

sin sweet serenades with

ponytail fingers.

Basque in your ugly.

Lipstick lies won’t silence the fear gnomes

smoking cigarettes

under your bed.

Take it all, choke it down

That masticated medicine

breath is so lovely

when you sing...

without abandon.

- M. Rhymer

[theghostsleftbehind]

Villains

Stoned to death embraced by iron kisses that sent you there, fastened to feet as you danced six feet under.

Hooked, on gators that wait like envy green damsels in distress. Quick, stash the clock hands in the lanterns.

A heart, valentine, waits with the ax but pale-colored girls with lips of ruby red pose as distractions.

And the ebb and flow it comes and goes like the waves that crash on washed-up tentacle mouths. Where are your eels now?

Challenger wins count against the bomb diffused by the just. Can you kiss the hard to swallow pills of the game?

And yet you rise like hurricanes still, hoping to vanquish a very good girl with a princess crown -

yet you can’t quite seem to hold her down.

- M. Rhymer

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Do you sometimes miss me? Think of all the possibilities that were ahead of us? The might have beens, the could haves? I worried about you. I was afraid to see you die. Your dreams crushed by acid green nightmares. I felt helpless. Useless. Irrelevant. Long lasting lonesome nights. Tears running down my face. Summer in a nutshell. Distance turned to distrust. Silence into pain. Now the ghosts of us are haunting my mind. Trying to forget you seems impossible.

me. (via crizzomatic)

And that..is what poetry is all about 

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not quite there

Run! Is this where you need to be? The place, the time. Run faster! Hold your breath. The moment’s gone by. Did you catch it? Oh, pounding heart. What have we done to you?

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Mary Magdalene

Merlot pleather queen, cracks in her corset robes. Thigh-high stockings plucked from the laundromat. She whistles to the bank penny candy in her pocket. Change rains from her tongue baptizing the homeless.

Walks the streets in mismatched Payless sauntering with blister heels. Denim frays hide the secrets that her gospel mouth won’t sing. Find church pews in her Palm Sundays. Reverend harlot goddess, the world burns between her thighs.

Let us pray. Taste salvation on the sidewalk, as she walks away.

M. Rhymer

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Mary Magdalene

Merlot pleather queen, cracks in her corset robes. Thigh-high stockings plucked from the laundromat. She whistles to the bank penny candy in her pocket. Change rains from her tongue baptizing the homeless. Walks the streets in mismatched Payless sauntering with blister heels. Denim frays hide the secrets that her gospel mouth won't sing. Find church pews in her Palm Sundays. Reverend harlot goddess, the world burns between her thighs. Let us pray. Taste salvation on the sidewalk, as she walks away. M. Rhymer

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blame swollen you take your fill.

Anne Carson; If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho (via thecourageofobscurity)

[theghostsleftbehind]

The best revenge is living well without you.

Joyce Carol Oates (via quotemadness)

“Old flames die without the wind of my words to fuel their rage...”

- M.Rhymer

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The Fight.

Feverish fingers 

clawing through the layers of skin

like margarine -

Wrestling open all the ligament locks.

My thumbs are skeleton keys

picking rusty cockles

of the pulsing, veiny fist,

rattling in a cage.

A cough sputters somewhere,

choking down bibles.

A panicked sweat - a road map

to your infidelities

as they settle in crows feet.

Talons scratch your pupils,

until the pulp tears away

and tree scars blossom

into thorns. 

[theghostsleftbehind]

Secrets

Secrets Plucked from Your cherry mouth - Overripe and wet, Staining my palms… Painting treason For all the sins I never committed.

Lies Etched in flesh Newspaper limbs, Front page garbage.

Heavy. Sternum crushing. Tusks pierce my eyes. Blinded by Judas truths.

Noose fingers Chloroform kisses. I am on trial. Cut down, guilty Gutted Festering love.

M. Rhymer

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Where have I been?

Moving countries, moving states, finishing my Master's, neglecting all of you. Finally settled in the chaos, will post new stuff shortly.