nosebleedclub:

1. honeydew

2. bread-and-butter note

3. hurricane season

4. belly on branch

5. “i may need religion”

Honeydew-
I imagine summer love tastes like melon
Like your sweet lips for a picnic
Crisp bright morning, your wispy hairs
Picking flowers from neighbors gardens
Time flows sweet

Bread-and-butter note-
Every note to you starts the same
I had you in my mind all day
My own commitments fade in memory
As daydreams whisk me away
Right back
To you

Hurricane season-
Storms always happen for a reason
Breaking us down
To our sharpest parts
That we can struggle not to cut each other
As we rebuild ourselves in tears

Belly on branch-
You will make me scoff
How I used to fear climbing trees
Lifting my fat
Into the fragile air
Your sturdy arms

“I may need religion”-
But I don’t need you
Like fire in a church
That I watch burn
I don’t need you to rise again

nosebleedclub:

1. glass-bottom boat

2. reverential sleep

3. my flowering heart

4. waken and glisten

5. the earth hums

1. I suppose, she doesn’t know how to trust. Doesn’t even trust the proven sciences of man. But then again, I don’t trust men. Maybe she’s got it right.

2. Sleep has become nothingness for me. Is it like that for you? Is it an easy escape, a temporary peace? I long for permanent nothingness so it’s no wonder I dread mornings.

3. Am I better than before? At least now I love the flowers. At least now I adorn my body. At least now I can take the growing in my heart. At least.

4. The curtain is always drawn. Doesn’t want the sun to wake them. Doesn’t want the sun to make it better. Cause why should they feel better on beautiful mornings?

5. Energy has always been easy. Little anxieties, unspoken excitement, the humming of the earth. But easy has the tendency to overwhelm. You find yourself covering your ears to the hum.