A smile means a lot when you’re in a place like this. When a laugh feels like a hug, and a hug feels like a kiss. A kiss on tender skin from the sun like parted lips. From the earth a gentle tug at the shape of molded hips. Hips of cotton thighs, with an … Continue reading Hippo
It sucks everything in; even the light. The light that you played in as a child, in the sun with the aliens that lived on the corner. The sun that lit the smoke that spilled from plastic guns that sounded and smelled like fireworks, in the summer that your mother yelled at the man in … Continue reading BlackHole693
Red lights, fast car; first verse, come far. Two heads, four arms; ten fingers, one heart. All now, no past; sink deep, fall fast. Kiss slow, hold tight; dream big, "free night". Free day, crossed line; you girl, made mine. Stayed long, won't die; fast car, good-night.
By Nehalem Chudnoff ~Inspired by the Martin Scorsese film Taxi Driver~ Wipers in rain, cars swerving lanes, cleaning the back-seat of old cum and blood stains A girl in the streets, both her parents in grief, and men on street corners crumbling money like leaves A woman at work, with that heartbreaking smirk, who stops … Continue reading “Clean, Like My Conscience”
By Nehalem Chudnoff Her li er lip r li s He ips Her lips As they kiss me on the brain Opening me up by the lines on my scalp And sewing me up with rusty staples Like the ones in my brothers head from a summer with my father His tears like eye drops … Continue reading Untitled
With a mouth that said "no thank you," but eyes that wanted more,
There's a world that is perfect,a world that is kind,a world that you'll search for,a world you'll never find. There is no need for yearning,for it is not a place,it's a world you can't go to,it does not take up space. It exists as a concept,like an old fairy tale,it's a world where your memoriesstay … Continue reading Another Earth
"It'll be freezing by the morning,"is what he said to me."So it's best to lay her body restbefore our day turns eve." I thought of all the memoriesas we dug her casket's hole,and of the God we both had worshipped,Her life the one He stole. I laid my hands upon her graveher name carved into … Continue reading Cold Mornings