Monsteri've never looked a monster in the faceMonster by Be-Back-Soon
all the monsters that i know
lurking in the woods
of my great sweeping body
ourselveswhy write about natureourselves by Be-Back-Soon
when we can write about ourselves?
humans are selfish
we all try to deny it
but why try
sure we love it
but only to look at
only to be enjoyed
(i only love the stars
in the context of
how they sparkle
in your wide eyes)
we can't live
we love to take
and plunder her rich body
so fuck nature
let's write about ourselves
Voicei sometimes wishVoice by Be-Back-Soon
that i could just speak
when i was younger
i imagined that when i grew up
i'd have a voice that shook mountains
and sent waves crashing into the beach
but instead my voice
than a summer breeze
and hardly shakes the dust
from an old book.
matterWe all want to be uniquematter by Be-Back-Soon
We want our words
To be remembered
I laid in bed late at night
My sister fast asleep on the other side of the room
and my mother on the other side of the house
and i laid awake and i thought
and i thought
It could have been hours
I turned on my side and stared at the wall near
oceans roared in my mind
as i thought about headstones
and lists of names miles long
i thought of my great-grandfather
run down by a bus on his way
to buy some cigarettes
who remembers that?
he lays in the cemetery
6 feet above the coffin of my great-grandmother
another faceless form that i've never met
who are we?
how can we be remembered?
that's what i thought
we only live on in the minds of others
but what about when they're gone too
i only matter in the context of other people's lives
you only matter in the context of other people's lives
we only matter in the context of
Mermaid Bones - a beat poemTRIGGER WARNING: Sexual assault and eating disordersMermaid Bones - a beat poem by Rosary0fSighs
Mermaid Bones - a beat poem.
I'm hiding an ocean of teeth under my scales
it's in the forbidden taste of salt on my tongue
the weight of the measuring tape,
of those numbers pushing bubbles through my blood and through my gums.
It's written on the circumference of my waist.
In the words cursing the ghost ship of my shape being plundered against my will.
It's spoken by the fish telling me that I have no right to fill my gills with oxygen
underneath a sea bed of regret laid heavy with the shape of a tail.
You are a whale they said
and they made me push my bones out to see the fish bones that they could wish on
to beach myself on the sand reaching for a reason to say "no"
I will not make sandcastles out of sandwiches, and pick at the entrails of the jellyfish noodles on my plate on the first date with puberty that said
"you will now be endowed with an oyster set with strings of pearls that hang heavy round your throat like a