Submissions by isntpoetry
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i write about being gay and sad
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2016 9:44pm
2nd Dec 2016 9:44pm
breasts
kat reaches down my shirt, pulls out handfuls
of nothing. her mouth a messy tissue,
she doesn’t mean to but
says: you don’t have any
breasts!
and i am flat now, nothing like earth,
now boy, now child, listening
to a word clinical and foreign
like something from her mother and i laugh,
say, did men name our bodies
after meat? or the other way around?
she says: it’s all the same
to them. here there are only girls,
too tender to eat
meat, too tender
to love something
we aren’t
of nothing. her mouth a messy tissue,
she doesn’t mean to but
says: you don’t have any
breasts!
and i am flat now, nothing like earth,
now boy, now child, listening
to a word clinical and foreign
like something from her mother and i laugh,
say, did men name our bodies
after meat? or the other way around?
she says: it’s all the same
to them. here there are only girls,
too tender to eat
meat, too tender
to love something
we aren’t
974 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2016 2:34pm
14th Jan 2016 2:34pm
various daydreams ive had in your bed
one, we are on the monkey bars, hanging upside down
our dresses have fallen over our heads,
and we both look like ghosts
we have dandelion stems for hair,
we spin until we fall down, fingerpaint hearts,
and hold hands when we cross the street
two, you have forgotten that we are both girls
that we are supposed to feel dirty when we kiss
and grateful when no one is angry
three, we are in a bathtub full of leeches
they get bigger as we get smaller
you feel safe anyway
i tell you that is enough
four, i have...
our dresses have fallen over our heads,
and we both look like ghosts
we have dandelion stems for hair,
we spin until we fall down, fingerpaint hearts,
and hold hands when we cross the street
two, you have forgotten that we are both girls
that we are supposed to feel dirty when we kiss
and grateful when no one is angry
three, we are in a bathtub full of leeches
they get bigger as we get smaller
you feel safe anyway
i tell you that is enough
four, i have...
1216 reads
9 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
14th Jan 2016 2:16pm
14th Jan 2016 2:16pm
the last poem for her
a memory: an insect’s fragile wings folded back
covered in soap, sweat, honey, cum
stop writhing on the hot asphalt
we are trying to save you!
from pretty pink lungs collapsing in
what a cliché: you are rotting from the inside out
fruit flies dizzy around the soft flesh
of a bruised strawberry chin
laying on your back
legs thrashing in the dirty bath water,
touching yourself, choking yourself,
spitting out the fat of meat into your palm,
a baby calf dying in your belly,
rumbling in the morning light
hide and seek in...
covered in soap, sweat, honey, cum
stop writhing on the hot asphalt
we are trying to save you!
from pretty pink lungs collapsing in
what a cliché: you are rotting from the inside out
fruit flies dizzy around the soft flesh
of a bruised strawberry chin
laying on your back
legs thrashing in the dirty bath water,
touching yourself, choking yourself,
spitting out the fat of meat into your palm,
a baby calf dying in your belly,
rumbling in the morning light
hide and seek in...
889 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2015 2:59pm
27th Oct 2015 2:59pm
for amanda
a short list of things you said to me freshman year
“Jesus, don’t be such a
baby, stop crying,
please stop, you know I hate when you do this.
oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that”
“You know, sometimes I pretend that he’s you”
“I like being the only person who knows you like this”
“Get in the fucking shower Elise”
“You piece of shit”
“I love you, I love you, I do, I swear to God”
“It felt better with her”
“This is just what best friends do”
“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, please,
I know you want to”
“I bet you dream about it”
“Why can’t I...
“Jesus, don’t be such a
baby, stop crying,
please stop, you know I hate when you do this.
oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that”
“You know, sometimes I pretend that he’s you”
“I like being the only person who knows you like this”
“Get in the fucking shower Elise”
“You piece of shit”
“I love you, I love you, I do, I swear to God”
“It felt better with her”
“This is just what best friends do”
“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, please,
I know you want to”
“I bet you dream about it”
“Why can’t I...
1068 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2015 2:57pm
27th Oct 2015 2:57pm
for julia
the empty house smells of something delicious caught on fire
white snow is gathering on chipping windowsills
and tropical fish are writhing
on my carpet
against the edges of glass cups
in my sweaty, seven-year-old palms
i don’t remember when i realized this was not a game
that three second memories would remember only
how drowning feels like instinct
tails tickle my fragile wrist and i am laughing
while my heart knocks impolitely against a rib cage door
i recite this romanticized torture
on the skinny stairwell from lunch
and the...
white snow is gathering on chipping windowsills
and tropical fish are writhing
on my carpet
against the edges of glass cups
in my sweaty, seven-year-old palms
i don’t remember when i realized this was not a game
that three second memories would remember only
how drowning feels like instinct
tails tickle my fragile wrist and i am laughing
while my heart knocks impolitely against a rib cage door
i recite this romanticized torture
on the skinny stairwell from lunch
and the...
1624 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2015 2:56pm
11th Jun 2015 2:56pm
stuck in your head
and it’s stuck in your head like pink bubblegum on hot asphalt,
basketballs against your frontal lobe,
ladybugs wriggling out from behind your eyelids
pink vibrators and her seatbelt alarm
as her tongue carelessly spoon feeds him the words
‘if I was meant to die in a car crash I will’
it’s like how the girl you’ve folded and cut into paper snowflakes,
into something easy to swallow whole,
was as real as her scratching eyelashes off your cheeks in nyquil dreams
her dirty underwear are crumpled like a used napkin in the backseat
and your...
basketballs against your frontal lobe,
ladybugs wriggling out from behind your eyelids
pink vibrators and her seatbelt alarm
as her tongue carelessly spoon feeds him the words
‘if I was meant to die in a car crash I will’
it’s like how the girl you’ve folded and cut into paper snowflakes,
into something easy to swallow whole,
was as real as her scratching eyelashes off your cheeks in nyquil dreams
her dirty underwear are crumpled like a used napkin in the backseat
and your...
865 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2015 11:54pm
26th Mar 2015 11:54pm
for daveydaddy9 and emily dickinson
my father once told me poetry is just
for people who are bad at telling the truth
on a fluorescent stage, twitching sighs
as i spit out lies like rotting teeth
like she kissed one of my thighs
pity dripping heavy from her eyes
like i’ve woken up sad for the last six months
like freshman year i wasn’t even angry
i just liked the way blood gathered
on pink sheets in a little girl’s bedroom
like the first time I felt shame:
you shoving a dry toothbrush in my mouth
all missing baby teeth and liar liar...
for people who are bad at telling the truth
on a fluorescent stage, twitching sighs
as i spit out lies like rotting teeth
like she kissed one of my thighs
pity dripping heavy from her eyes
like i’ve woken up sad for the last six months
like freshman year i wasn’t even angry
i just liked the way blood gathered
on pink sheets in a little girl’s bedroom
like the first time I felt shame:
you shoving a dry toothbrush in my mouth
all missing baby teeth and liar liar...
872 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Mar 2015 9:23pm
24th Mar 2015 9:23pm
for emma
for emma
poetry camp clichés
and empty bug spray cans
your tongue-trailed voice
cradling clementine plastic
stroking a guitar - the last string snapping
with each heavy/soft/heavy word
her fingernails dancing on your thigh
your face is so delicate
all eyelashes and cheekbones and pink lips
that seem to betray the rest of you:
choppy bangs and stick n pokes on bare neck
flannels and wife beaters and
you are so fucking pretty
pretty in the way that for a week
i fall asleep imagining you
just...
poetry camp clichés
and empty bug spray cans
your tongue-trailed voice
cradling clementine plastic
stroking a guitar - the last string snapping
with each heavy/soft/heavy word
her fingernails dancing on your thigh
your face is so delicate
all eyelashes and cheekbones and pink lips
that seem to betray the rest of you:
choppy bangs and stick n pokes on bare neck
flannels and wife beaters and
you are so fucking pretty
pretty in the way that for a week
i fall asleep imagining you
just...
896 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2014 1:27pm
14th Apr 2014 1:27pm
whats yours is mine
i know you only spit on my face to say
i'm sorry i can't give you a gold ring
but what is mine is yours
the only thing i felt was cold saliva
and that i have nothing you can't touch,
i may never stop spinning circles around your nucleus
because you are the sun and i am the earth
but none of this is sacred
this is human sacrifice to ensure a sunrise
ill clean my mouth every night with your frayed toothbrush
ill let the nicotine and plaque spill between the cracks
and promise that this is me...
i'm sorry i can't give you a gold ring
but what is mine is yours
the only thing i felt was cold saliva
and that i have nothing you can't touch,
i may never stop spinning circles around your nucleus
because you are the sun and i am the earth
but none of this is sacred
this is human sacrifice to ensure a sunrise
ill clean my mouth every night with your frayed toothbrush
ill let the nicotine and plaque spill between the cracks
and promise that this is me...
935 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 6:09pm
5th Mar 2014 6:09pm
totalitarian
my spinal cord is pushing against the edges of the cracked bath tub
and i know i am drowning in the womb
you are bathing my pale, naked body in the sink
with a harsh dish scrubber, cutting my umbilical cord,
wrapping it in a noose around my neck
fluorescent white lights echo off your shaving nicks
i finally understand that hate tastes of vinegar
and i want to fill my insides with the most expensive fermentation
and vomit down your throat, whisper i deserve this
you spit on my face as if to say nothing is scared
nothing is yours, you...
and i know i am drowning in the womb
you are bathing my pale, naked body in the sink
with a harsh dish scrubber, cutting my umbilical cord,
wrapping it in a noose around my neck
fluorescent white lights echo off your shaving nicks
i finally understand that hate tastes of vinegar
and i want to fill my insides with the most expensive fermentation
and vomit down your throat, whisper i deserve this
you spit on my face as if to say nothing is scared
nothing is yours, you...
1117 reads
3 Comments
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