Inferno

In progress . . . 

 

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1)

Dangerously passionate

and lethally desirous.

 

–Welcome to the Inferno of my being


2)

Fingers blazing,

she picks up her pen

careful not to singe

its plastic encasement.

 

“I knew you’d come back,”

she declares with a heated smile.

 

Writer’s block


3)

You were so cold

with me that night.

 

Perhaps that is why

I sought warmth from

a bottle of whiskey instead.


4)

You always tell her

that she wears

“too much makeup.”

 

But perhaps this

is the only way

to conceal

the ashen shadows under

under her eyes and

the smouldering blisters

on her lips.

 

–Burned alive in her sleep


5)

Last night,

I had a dream

that a boy I didn’t

even have feelings for

watched me undress.

 

We were sitting in a hot tub

(like they do in the movies),

 

bodies palpitating

against each other,

his fingers pressed

greedily between my thighs.

 

But I was upset when I woke up.

 

Because that boy wasn’t you.

 

–Not even the wettest dreams can extinguish the way I burn for you


6)

Do you ever have those days

where you want someone

to offend you just

so you have an excuse

to be angry?

 

–Thursday, October 19, 2017


7)

I will love you

until you turn

green

and purple–

the colours of the bruises

that will be inflicted

upon your flesh

from the intensity of

my unwavering embrace.

 

— Always 


8)

I wince

as the pangs of hunger

blaze in my belly,

 

but–no.

 

Perhaps I am not so hungry,

after all.

 

Perhaps I am just bored.

 

Yes, I am just bored.

 

I am not hungry. 

I am just bored. 

 

I am not hungry. 

I am just bored. 

 

I am not hungry. 

I am just bored. 

 

I am not hungry…

Right?


9)

There is no need to fret,

my precious glutton;

let me show you a little

trick of mine.

 

–Mia


10)

I write in the hopes

of distracting myself

from the persistent

grumbling in my gut,

in the hopes that my fingers

will not be tempted

to reach for the last piece

of lasagna sitting on the stove.


11)

  1. A handful of crackers
  2. Chocolate milk
  3. Poetry

 

–The only things I have eaten today


12)

A 270 calories a day diet.

 

–I hope it will be enough


13)

“Eat,” pleaded her stomach

“Don’t,” scoffed the Little Black Dress


14)

I want a back arching

hip bucking

toe curling

kind of love.

 

–Give it to me


15)

I haven’t bled

like this in ages.

 

–Relapse


16)

Pardon me–

I must apologize

for the destructive

repercussions of my love.

 

–To the Book of Poetry I dropped in the bathtub


17)

Most people eat

to survive.

 

But not me–

 

I starve to survive.


18)

Do not tell me that

the larger I am

the more there is

of me to love

because, right now,

I wish there was less

of me to hate.


19)

Slip out of

this skin like

you would that

Little Red Dress

at the end of the night,

and watch him drool as

you do it.

 

–Words of Wisdom From Ana (Part One)


20)

To the god I know does not exist:

Please, take away this body. 


21)

Sally shares a Pizza with her friend

and cuts it up into eighths.

 

If Sally’s friend eats 1/2

of the Pizza and

Sally eats the rest,

how many slices

of Pizza does Sally eat?

 

–Trick question; Sally is not hungry


22)

“There is something you must remember

my dear Mia,”

said Ana,

“While you have your

own way of exerting power over her–

your own way of slipping

your fingers down her throat–

you will always be my bitch.

You would not exist

if it weren’t for me.”


23)

Starve away

your ugliness.

 

–Words of Wisdom From Ana (Part Two)


24)

Perhaps this shall

be my favourite

kind of emptiness.


25)

I am eight years old.

 

My grandmother watches

over my shoulder as

I weigh myself on the

scale in her bathroom.

 

A number flashes

on the screen:

70 pounds.

 

To this,

she responds,

“Suck in that tummy,

Miss Jade.”


26)

In her depressive sobriety,

she craved liquor;

in her drunkness,

she craved you.


27)

“I love you,” She snarled.


28)

I keep having dreams

about my hair falling out,

little green and purple

tufts lying helplessly

on my pillowcase

as if my nightmares

themselves have

singed away the last of

my sanity.


29)

Throw me a bone and

growl at me,

my sweet canine,

and I promise

to arch my back

and purr for you

like the precious

little kitten I am.

 

–Dogs will be dogs and cats will be cats


30)

“Make me scream.”


31)

The band-aid box is empty.


32)

Perched on bloodied haunches,

she stands beneath the

swirling blackness of

the night sky,

singing to the

bayonet moon

and gun-powdered stars

a song of heartbreak.

 

–Love is war


33)

Starve yourself as much

as you want, darling–

he still won’t love you.


34)

He seems to detest

the purple in me.


35)

The roses

have closed in on themselves,

leaving nothing

but inky beads of blood

and slivers of thorn

in the wake

of their witherings.


36)

“Boys at this age

only want one thing.”

 

Even so, he still

wouldn’t want that

one thing from me,

now would he?

 

Rejection is rejection

all the same.


37)

I just wanna hold you, baby.

 

Won’t you let me hold you?


38)

Whatever butterflies had

not been killed by the heartbreak

I burned away with

my midnight drunkenness.


39)

Fuck you.

 

Or, better yet, fuck me. 


40)

Actually, no–

definitely, fuck you.

 

(I think…)


41)

Or, how about this?

 

Fuck me for thinking

about fucking you.


42)

Burning the midnight oil

obsessing over you.


43)

Heart pressed

somewhere between

my chest and

the bed sheets.

 

–Tonight, love renders me sleepless


44)

Sometimes I wonder

if I’ll have to throw down for him

just to make him

want me for a change.


45)

“You are burning up.”


46)

I hate this skin.

 

Every

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u     r    v

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hair

 

and

s

t

r

e

t

c

h

mark.


47)

“Skinny girls

don’t get

hungry.”

 

–Words of Widsom From Ana (Part Three)


48)

I shall not sleep tonight;

there is far too much

poetry to be written.


49)

“I’d like my soul back, please.”

 

–To the Devil, from his prodigy


50)

can’t

stop

spinning

 

–Victrola


51)

Vomiting

rose petals and poetry

at your feet,

wondering what else

I will have to do

to make you reciprocate.


52)

She likes her sex rough

and her drinks stiff.


53)

My sweet Opiate,

how you’ve destroyed

me so.


54)

Staring through

bruised eyelids,

because even the mere sight

of you has begun to hurt.


55)

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned

in the name of Poetry.”


56)

I always feel

the prettiest

on an empty stomach.


57)

Each day

I wake up with

the intention

of not eating

and each day

I fail.


58)

Trace the curves on my body

like I am the moon

submitting to the dark,

tantalizing night.

 

I will offer up to you

my most precious craters,

dips of sultry grey

impatient

to be explored,

begging 

for you to undress

all the parts of me

you’ve never had

the pleasure of touching

under the prudish scrutiny

of daylight.

 

But the sun has long since

straddled the horizon;

the sun has long since

surrendered to the dusk.

 

And I am ready for you,

my sweet Astronaut,

awaiting the lustful force

of your gravity.

 

Take me. 

 

Your skin against

my skin–

 

the mere sight of us

will make the constellations

redden with passion

and the rings of Saturn

quiver with desire

as they watch as we

erupt into stardust.


59)

He smells like Lemon Pledge and gasoline.

 

And she fucking loves it.

 

—Goosebumps 


60)

“It’s only a sin if someone catches you, sweetheart.”

 

—The Devil said to me


61)

“What do you want for your birthday?”

flickered the flame burning atop the candle.

 

“To die,”

the girl whispered back.


62)

Kissing you like my life

depends on it

(because maybe it does).


63)

My heart has always been

afraid of the dark.

 

This is why I always

wear it on my sleeve

instead of letting it

beat alone and

fearful

inside the

claustrophobic chambers

of my chest.


64)

I have become desensitized

to the sight of my

own blood.


65)

These days,

I find that

the less I eat,

the more I write–

an abundance of poetry

to compensate for this

fleeting, malnourished

body.


66)

“Eat!”

screamed her stomach.

 

“You mustn’t,”

replied her Insecurity.


67)

The atoms of my soul

long for the stars,

for the galaxy

from which they were birthed

so many aeons ago.


68)

“Fuck me.”

“Okay.”


69)

I fall asleep with ice cubes

in my mouth

for fear that I will

combust

during the night.

 

–“Never go to bed angry”


70)

Do not confuse the

sunburn

that has reddened

my cheeks

for the innocence of

a blush.

 

–When I look at him


71)

The words

“I love you,”

have burned a

crater in my tongue.

 

It’s no wonder I’ve

been forced to

submit to the

Silence.


72)

Poetry is

my air.

my breath.

my sustenance.


73)

Upon examining

my broken heart,

the doctor prescribed

to me a

proper, old-fashioned

bloodletting

to leach the love

(and the fire)

from my veins.


74)

The pretty girls get angry

when you call them

beautiful

instead of intelligent,

and the smart girls get angry

when you call them

intelligent

instead of beautiful.

 

Ya just can’t fucking win.


75)

I am as flammable

as Salem.


76)

This heart howls

beneath the rusted confines

of my train-track ribs.

But what it longs for–

the stars?

poetry?

him?–

I do not know.

 

–Restless


77)

P  o  e  t  r  y

                ↓

                religion


78)

I love you

I love yo

I love y

I love

I lov

I lo

I l

I

In

Ind

Indo

Indoc

Indoct

Indoctr

Indoctri

Indoctrin

Indoctrina

Indoctrinat

Indoctrinati

Indoctrinatio

Indoctrination


79)

Been shooting for the stars

(in your eyes).


80)

I like my boys

with a little bit of

rock n’ roll

in em’.


81)

These feet are not for dancing,

they are for running.


82)

̶F̶i̶g̶h̶t̶

Flight

̶F̶r̶e̶e̶z̶e̶

 

-How I handle my problems 


83)

I don’t.

 

–How I handle my problems II


84)

Breathing down the neck

of the wine bottle

like it’s my lover

because if I can’t have you

maybe it’s the

next best thing I’ve got.


85)

Forgive

Forgiv

Forgi

Forg

For

Fo

F

Fu

Fuc

Fuck

Fuck y

Fuck yo

Fuck you.


86)

a i n

Poetry


87)

Let them eat Poetry.

 

–The spirit of Marie Antoinette


88)

Viva le poéte!

 

–Revolutionary


89)

“Off with thy lover’s head!”

 

–Reign of  ̶T̶e̶r̶r̶o̶r̶ the Poetess


90)

A penny for your thoughts?

A penny for your thoughts

A penny for your thought

A penny for your though

A penny for your thoug

A penny for your thou

A penny for your tho

A penny for your th

A penny for your t

A penny for your

A penny for you

A penny for yo

A penny for y

A penny for

A penny fo

A penny f

A penny

A penn

A pen

A pe

A p

A

An

Ana

Anar

Anarc

Anarch

Anarchy

Anarchy!


91)

Jade

Jad

Ja

J

Ja

Jad

Jade

Jaded

 

(guess the name makes sense now.)


92)

“You’re a lightweight.”

 

(by far,

one of the most insulting things

you could ever say

to an Alcoholic.)


93)

Yes,

guys and girls

can be friends.

 

But they can’t be

best friends–

that’s when things

get complicated.

 

–The closer you get, the harder you’ll fall


94)

I’d like to think

I’m not one

to hold a grudge

(but fuck,

you really hurt me.)


95)

You are both

my soul

and my defiance.

 

–To Poetry


96)

Words

Word

Wor

Wo

W

We

Wea

Weap

Weapo

Weapon

Weapons.

 

–Ammunition


97)

Words

Word

Wor

Wo

W

Wa

War

Warf

Warfa

Warfar

Warfare

 

–Ammunition II


98)

“Do you love me?”

“Desperately.”


99)

The naughtier, the better.

 

–The ‘Bedroom’ Philosophy


100)

Verdict:

in love.


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I love you.

 

(884 days and counting)

 

–And no, I didn’t copy and paste


102)

Eye fucking you through

heart-shaped sunglasses.

 

–Lolita 💋 


103)

Drink.

 

Ignite.

 

Consume.

 

Forget.

 

–Lighter Fluid (vodka)


104)

Let’s get freaky,

Baby.

 

— ;  )


105)

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I’d much rather prefer it if you were the one fucking me.”


106)

Midnights are for

writing poetry

and gettin’ drunk.


107)

“I love you,”

said Poetry to the boy.

 

“You have my word(s).

Always.”


108)

To c̶e̶n̶s̶o̶r̶s̶h̶i̶p̶:

 

Poetry

speaks louder

than tongues do.


109)

Beware the

Poetess–

break her heart

and she will surely

write about you.


110)

My fantasy.

 

His nostalgia.

 

–Listening to Perfect by Ed Sheeran. 


111)

Falling out of love,

p

l

u

m

m

e

t

i

n

g

towards hatred.


112)

For you,

Poetry,

I would die.


113)

“I think I’ve lost my

soul someplace.”

 

“Be sure to check under

the bed, darling;

that’s where all the other

monsters live.”


114)

With him,

it’s either

fuck

or

kill.

 

–On loving a Serpent


115)

There’s a fine

line between

love

& sin


116)

I don’t want to be your

good enough, 

I want to be your

everything. 


117)

Molotov Cocktails

&

Ativan.

 

–The Lover’s Cure For Heartbreak


118)

What came first–

the screams

or the poetry–

I do not know.

 

Then again,

perhaps the two

really aren’t so different

from each other after all;

 

for it is through both

our poetry and our screaming

that we cry for help.


119)

First Rule of Poetry:

 

Sometimes you just

gotta break the rules.


120)

Destruction’s got your name

(Poetry)

written all over it.


121)

It seems as though I am

always screaming

for the  t  o  r  t  u  r  e

of others–

that which I have not

experienced myself,

that which does not

belong to me.

 

–Confessions of an Empath


122)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


123)

Blank pages speak

louder

than words.


124)

He really knows how to

knock a girl’s

s

o

c

k

s

 

off

 

(and her clothes, too).

 

–My Baby I


125)

He really knows how to

make a girl blush

(and scream).

 

–My Baby II

 


126)

He really knows how to

ya, know ; )

 

–My Baby III


127)

You’re impossibly

sexy,

you know that?


128)

The mere thought of him–

 

his body

(on top of

mine),

 

his lips

(pressed between my thighs

like flower petals),

 

his touch

(yes, right there;

no, don’t stop)–

 

is enough to send my

gaze spiralling

and my knees buckling.

 

–I surrender


129)

Sadness is my master–

oh!

and how he fucks me so.


130)

He’s my

dirty little secret.

 

–Shhhh!


131)

The scars on my thighs

have begun to look

a little less like scars

and a little more like

brush strokes.

 

–The Mark Of An Artist


132)

He tells me that

I read too much into things.

 

What he doesn’t understand

is that “reading too much into things”

is what makes

me a Poet.


133)

I wonder how many people

have wished on missiles

having mistaken them for

*s h o o t i n g  stars*


134)

At seven years old,

I was stealin’ mam’s lipstick.

 

At seventeen,

I was stealin’ Daddy’s rum.


135)

This whole galaxy

revolves around you,

My Darling.

 

–Intergalactic


136)

I am burned.

I am destroyed.


137)

This love is

apocalyptic.


138)

I don’t want to be important.

 

I want to be

significant.


139)

Boys suck.

 

Girls suck.

 

I suck.

 

You suck.

 

We all suck!

 

–Now give me my ice cream, ya bitch. 


140)

Been chewing on the

backs of pens,

choking down ink

like it’s vodka

cuz poetry’s my poison.

 

–Addict of words & liquor


141)

This sadness

(and this love)

has made a

Monster

of me.


142)

Been kissing

razor blades and pavement.


143)

What I wouldn’t do

for an Ativan

and a stiff drink.


144)

I understand that

I’ve been fragile lately.

 

But that does not mean

I am doomed to exist in

a permanent state of fragility.

 

–I only need time to heal


145)

We go together

about as well

as swords and balloons.

 

–POP!


146)

She’s the stuff

of fire and brimstone.


Paxton, V. (n.d.). Fine Art Photography Print, Forest Fire, Disaster, Woman with Windswept Hair Watching the Flames, 16 x 24 Print. [image] Available at: https://www.etsy.com/listing/121320304/fine-art-photography-print-forest-fire [Accessed 13 Oct. 2017].

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