there is fire and ice
in the living room.
i will stay out of their way.

i cannot endure
drama manufactured
at the old assembly line.
everything in its right place.

nothing breaks or shatters.
the violence in the line of his fingers
her hard stare
bitten tone
snarl.

if i had two dogs like that
i would put them down and
put me out of my misery.

heartache

and there was
in my heart a tired beat,
it knew your name
and moaned yawns into
it’s dark and bloody world

it spread sticky black fingers
against pulsing walls and
pushed knuckles and whorls
into fierce arteries that slowed
as it stroked

i hear it when i rest aching bones
on poor thread counts
breathing dreadful sighs
saying the very syllables
that no longer call you near

piecesofnever:

Red Riding Hood by `Ravenari
And now I have to have Red Riding Hood as well.
I ALSO OWN THIS. AWESOME ART MAKES ME GO ALL CAPS, DAMMIT.

AH I LOVE THE FACT THAT YOU OWN THIS AND WHEN I VISIT YOU IT IS THERE AND IT’S LIKE AHHHHHHH BECAUSE I ACTUALLY LOVE A LOT ABOUT THIS PIECE AND IT WENT TO THE MOST PERFECT PERSON.

piecesofnever:

Red Riding Hood by `Ravenari

And now I have to have Red Riding Hood as well.

I ALSO OWN THIS. AWESOME ART MAKES ME GO ALL CAPS, DAMMIT.

AH I LOVE THE FACT THAT YOU OWN THIS AND WHEN I VISIT YOU IT IS THERE AND IT’S LIKE AHHHHHHH BECAUSE I ACTUALLY LOVE A LOT ABOUT THIS PIECE AND IT WENT TO THE MOST PERFECT PERSON.

piecesofnever:

Australian Raven pair 02 by `Ravenari
Seriously, I was just browsing Deviantart looking for raven photos, came across this one and was gobsmacked at the thumbnail.
Should have known it would be one of P’s photos :)

OMG this came up for raven photos? I have a WHOLE SERIES OF THESE. This pair of ravens were so in love. :D
I took this series on like the coldest morning in the entire year of 2011 or 2010, I think. When I went out, at about 6.00am, it was up to about 2C, and there’s me in a light jacket, trying to keep my camera steady, while these guys warmed up and got ready for the morning. :D

piecesofnever:

Australian Raven pair 02 by `Ravenari

Seriously, I was just browsing Deviantart looking for raven photos, came across this one and was gobsmacked at the thumbnail.

Should have known it would be one of P’s photos :)

OMG this came up for raven photos? I have a WHOLE SERIES OF THESE. This pair of ravens were so in love. :D

I took this series on like the coldest morning in the entire year of 2011 or 2010, I think. When I went out, at about 6.00am, it was up to about 2C, and there’s me in a light jacket, trying to keep my camera steady, while these guys warmed up and got ready for the morning. :D

I’ve been writing more poetry lately. Eventually I may get enough together for a poetry chapbook or something. Actually I have enough for that already.

*

lethologica III

every single word you send me
is a single flower
unfurling its petals
in a great field of red.

i could be dirt beneath you
- not so low as it sounds -
to offer nourishment
to lick the roots of you.

would that i were
the fertile ground
beneath the roiling
of your voice.

untitled

eyes as flat as dirty pennies,
    wandering fingers
    a stained mattress
    you offered me a glass of water
    and expected my body in return
    paid $50 for the privilege
    i wondered
    when i'd
    get the chance
    to do my 
    homework.

~ Ravenari

burn

the honey soft of your sticky skin,
apricot sweat and ache in the wrist.
you undulate, compelled by thick liquid pulse,
staccato heart - the mezzo-forte and forte 
of your gasps, and, I, push for fortissimo
hungry and crude cliche; breathing with your breath. 
goal in sight, a piston in the engine of you,
one cog in the heart of you,
slick, sore, a spark in the furnace determined
to set you alight.

~ Ravenari

09052013

a dim attic light limns a frail girl, hunched over, mocked by winter's chill. hail hammers at frozen soil. inside, her heart ices shut.
~ Ravenari

things i cannot stop doing:

wishing for rain.
checking the bureau's radar for rain.
emailing. 
losing my keys.
writing and reading fanfiction.
slurping the dregs of a drink
just once because it's rude and
i'm a slight rebel
(and a detective's daughter).
taking my meds everyday.
therapy.
breaking the 'ing' rule in poetry.
trying to get better
while slipping backards,
and lurching towards the horizon
while trying to stand still.
flashbacking.
fangirling.
fighting demons and wishing 
they were actual demons 
and i, an actual superhero.
trying to accept myself.
trying. trying. trying.
until the word loses all meaning.
thinking of you, and you, and you,
and the cats.

wishing for rain. 

*

Because when you’re going to break a poetry rule you might as well reallybreak it.

Also this is the summer that will never fucking end. And hottest April ever. And oh god Perth, WHY.

(It’s not a rule anyway, it’s more like… just really frowned upon. It’s not even frowned upon everywhere! Whatever, the point is a poem every day, right?)

an everyday otherworld

we slip musked and muddy
into the mundane,
our bodies - fleshy and soft - 
appear as containers
but they are not. 
you may accept or reject us,
we will press wet noses or beaks 
or whiskers (and more) into the 
palms of hands,
or we snuffle on, untouched.

we wild things persist,
with our claws and wings and fire,
but we do not wait.
we fall back into shadow
enveloped in the feral,
eyes a noctilucent gleam and promise.
we embrace the land, dirt, bones
and
other wild things.