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1 " She asks me how my heart is,and I say, 'beating.'That's never the answer you want, and I am sorry about that. "
― , Howling at the Moon (Celestial Bodies Poetry)
2 " I'm sorry that when you say 'love', I always hear'heartbreak'. "
3 " Your own hands falling out to catch youbefore you hit the ground. All the waysyou save yourself even when youdon't want to.Love is the way your body fights tokeep you alive.Day after day after day. "
4 " Two oceans away, a boy is falling in love.Next door, another boy i just falling.One is laughing, one is crying - both are screaming. "
5 " A HOW-TO ON DISAPPEARINGNo one understands the way we break.Not jagged. Not knife sliding between ribs.Not the spine, cracking.That would be too easy.That would be being able to know thatyou're broken. That would be X-raysshowing the gaps, the fissures.Clean breaks are easier to heal.We do not break cleanly.We break without breaking.Not a crack, but a fog.We dissipate.Body here one moment andnot here the next.Hands working one moment anda dead weight the next.We watch ourselves turncolourless. Watch ourselvesbecome invisible / invincible. This way, at least the pain is our own.That's what I wanted all along, I guess. "
6 " For every second you thought you wouldn't make it. For every second you didn't want to make it. You made it.Thank you for existing (so beautifully). "
7 " There are so many good thingsin this world,and every one starts andends in your eyes. "
8 " My body has always been a question mark, never quite knowing what it means to be alive. "
9 " I'm sorry I flinch when you say you care.Sorry I turn myself bulletwhen you try to touch my hand,sorry I go wolf whenyou give me broken teeth. "
10 " Tell me about how no one looks at you like art so you have learnt to treat yourself like a masterpiece. "
11 " Your name fit into my mouth better than my own ever has.Like I was born to speak it. "
12 " i am too smallfor this love,i am too smallfor my own skin.somedays i wake and cannotfind myselfin my body anymore. "
13 " The children want to destroy this hungry, angry,growing thing in them, but it's becomingharder to separate that thing from whothey were Before.So they live with it / become better at hiding it /start pretending that the year it all went wrongnever really existed.It's easier that way, anyway. "
14 " in my dreams i know whatto do with my hands.i do not lock them up in a cardboard box. i do not lockmyself upin a paper house too ready to catch on fire. "
15 " Her staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky when she thinks you’re not looking. Like the moon is made up of every breath that leaves your chest. This "
16 " Love is the way your body fights to keep you alive. Day "
17 " Every autumn I take myself into my arms and kiss my palmsfor making it through another year. "
18 " as though talkingshould be somethingthat comes to meas easily as breathingi went home that dayand cried for hours,beat my fist againstthe mirror untilthe glassran togetherwith my tears. "
19 " don't you see howhard speaking is for me?how hard breathing is?don't you see that I'm a negative spacecut from the universe andwhen you askme to breathei am trying to will myselfintobeing? "
20 " The messages pile up,The worry knocks atmy door, louder & louder.More calls from the therapist.Pills that should have beentaken lie scattered across the floor.The moon taps at my window.Stars spell out their concern.I pretend I do not see. "