ame sentinelle, murmurons

my lame-ass poetry.
mostly I talk about the ocean and depression.
I write for myself even if it's selfish.
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Backward

a feeling that pries my tongue out from between my mouth,

a look that makes me spit out words premature,

sometimes I feel I just crawl into your ribs and lose my mind,

drown in the water in your soul.

I am unsure if water and water should be together,

if our insides will spill over to the floorboards.

but our selves slide between bodies

like when we float in the sea

and I lose myself in your arms and the arms of the ocean

and I cannot recall later if I was ever there.

my dreams are crowded with your face,

I think you may fight my demons for me

dream-growl at the water that threatens to pour through my eyes,

fly through the darkness in my mind

and capture each sprite in a net

A letter to my past, in no particular order:

you’ll haunt yourself, darling
and it won’t be healthy
and it won’t be kind or fun
please be nice,
let it go,
let it happen and let me go
you’ll hurt yourself, darling
and it won’t be by accident
and it won’t be clean or successful
please stay strong
stay yourself
stay alive and stay
you’ll change yourself, darling
and it won’t be easy
and it won’t be accepted or constant
please change
open up
open everything
you’ll feel feelings, darling
and it won’t be love
and won’t be easy to tell or stop
please remember,
remember yourself unhurt
remember yourself as innocent
you’ll feel love too, darling
and it won’t be simple
and it won’t be a movie or fairy-tale
please enjoy it
enjoy everything
enjoy your love and dismiss your fears 

and a wave of fire

I fell in love with the freckles swimming across a back,

with a wave of fire,

with eyes like a rainforest,

a look in two eyes,

a feeling on my lips,

a beat from a heart.

I fell in love with pictures of a sleeping boy, an eating boy, a sleeping boy,

a word,

a name,

a feeling that pries my tongue out from between my teeth.

I fell in love with the freckles swimming across a back

to be woken by your breath

I was dreaming about us-
you were only just there, behind my eyelids-
I’m only now losing the feel of your hair between my fingers

floating in the ocean,
no one and no thing but the war-cry of our radiant captor,
and us.
in the sky, I called the sun the moon
(you said the moon was the sun),
shining through each other and bobbing with our bodies and the tide

it could have been gulls I heard in the distance,
maybe memories,
perhaps fears I’ve forgotten 

the water seemed a beautiful dark, reflected in your eyes
wild, mysterious
we pretended our lips were fish made for only the other’s,
we named each star in the sky,
called them curiosities, called them “Ra” and “mountain flower”

we floated there in your eyes, in the sea,
and laughed about the marriage of the sun and moon 

I never sleep early on monday nights

no rain to cradle me with its cold, no legs to wrap mine around.

lousy country songs rattle through my mind,

crushing my eyes, pushing my ears through my teeth.

the train on it’s last trip,

no mcdonalds or sweet kisses for me.

the blinds hypnotize me, I hypnotize myself,

falling, hurtling through space oddly resembling my bedsheets

of course I can’t breathe straight or think without catching.

no landing without breakfast coming up,

let this rabbit in a hat head float until morning.

12:44 am non sequitur

my streetlight replaced by a city and my silence drowned by the world

these seafoam walls shrink each hour of the night

each motor sound sounds in my ears more abrasive than the last

I want to write “FUCK IT” on the clean white closet doors

but I know I would wake to regret it.

I wore sweatpants in public today

gin and fresca work well together

the way the hot water feels cold for that split second before it burns you

the way a running tub sounds with ears underwater

like it’s stealing me to life and death

like it shoots straight through one ear to the other side

the way it takes me, the way it rescues.

I won’t mention that it’s the only way I know to calm down,

I won’t mention how much I need it,

I won’t say that it makes me feel alive.

when my music stops and each noise is louder and I savour my breaths,

I won’t say that I fear opening my eyes and breaking my world

I wish I was only dreaming I was back:

a lost girl, wearing cotton and curls

back in time with winter, with hell.

only a nightmare she can’t escape,

only a pain she might forget.

she might not have secrets that follow her,

alarming, cans for the newlyweds.

any secret burning out is only a memory for her,

it burns out like a flame, not her skin, not her soul.

her fear is a dream that might shift,

a candle, cat’s eyes, the stars.

not a shitty poem

you know those nights when you think you’re fine and then there’s a trigger and you fall back and you know you should sleep but you really can’t because that will just make it worse and the feelings are all too familiar?

ya.

fuck I should just try to sleep

hugging my knees like a child

I feel like one. scared and running from places in my mind

the pace tears at my body

so many things I want right now

too many things

the ocean, the stars, the river, the sun

your kiss

I’m so close to contentment

I feel something similar, familiar

I want to embrace it, undress it and run through the streets naked

I can’t let go of my knees