February 2012
4 posts
Changes
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January 2012
6 posts
In the Springtime
The warm air
carries it lightly;
throwing it to the wind.
It disseminates.
Lungs desperately struggle
To absorb the essence;
Inhaling toxic substances.
Sometimes it rolls in
On the tongue of the ocean
Like a boat at sea
And mouths await
For to taste the
Salty prize
Sometimes it is stolen:
A greedy lip
on a familiar cigarette
aching for the fullness
of its smoky lies.
Sometimes it comes...
December 2011
6 posts
Growth
We are all growing
from our childhood roots,
and blossoming into adult flowers
filling the air with our fragrances.
Hopefully we are all growing good,
but some of us grow bad.
some of us grow grey
polluting the air with toxins.
Some of us grow backwards
with unsteady roots
climbing back into the soil,
searching for the roots that
will never be replaced.
Fishey, Dirty, Grandma.
First they put me in a fishbowl with all of the dirtiest of dirty fish. Their stench seeps into my gills. One by one, we are pulled out so each fish can struggle; choking for air.
I Try not to gag as the dirty man sitting in front of me picks at the zits on the back of his neck in frustration; Accumulation skin particles beneath his nails with every scratch. What did I do to become one of these...
Of Cities in our Torsos
Of cities in our torsos We let out a cry And one is always stronger than The other’s hopeless size. Of structures on our chests We are buildings made by hands And feet who cannot hold us up On butt cheeks we must stand. Of hands made but of muscle And muscle made of bone From flower bloom to autumn crush We all are turned to stone. Of fabric lies and smoking doubts We bring ourselves too close To...
Maybe He'll Remember Me
When he’s settled down with his perfect girl. Maybe he’ll remember me when all he wants to do is forget me. Maybe the memory of me will sneak into his packed bags, clawing his belongings, and follow him on the train, and down the road, ans across the country into the California sunset where all his dreams come true. Into the sheets where his soul reaches out. Into the depths where...
To Survive
Just keep your chin above the tide and respire. Let your soul wander, burning brighter. Just lay your bones across the soil. Stretch your seams, and discover; you are released. Don’t look back, love. Don’t penetrate pink minds. Disseminate your fertile scars. They are seeds to grow a far, but close enough to feel the pain.
What I Do
I work. I lift and push and run and sift and think. I think and process and try and fail. I dream. I wonder and wish and think and hear and love. I love and care and try to help and worry and change to fit. I stretch. I stretch to fit you, I stretch my muscles that are worked so tight. I stretch them long and loose and soft and supple. supple muscles. I breath. I breath long and deep and push on...
November 2011
1 post
Tearless
Routine controls my every movement; mucking horse stalls again. Strolling down the isle, I spot Peter lying on the ground. Confused, I step closer to examine his face. Fresh blood cakes the interior of his mouth and drips to form a perfect puddle near his blue face. I don’t know the kid very well, but his Carhart jacket and worn-in jeans bring me sentimentality. The police arrive and seem unfazed....
October 2011
1 post
Lonely Midnight Mopers
I am not alone There are others like me; embracing autumn’s evening air. We wonder, wander and wait; for to touch ember to ember and ignite gasoline lips. But our moments will come. Moments and moments are chambers exploding with vacancy. We extend tongues to taste the fizz oozing out; it’s bittersweet madness. Oh, but the sugarplum toxins stain our brains, as we sift into solemn...
September 2011
2 posts
“selfishallowmindedjerk”
Reach
Reach for me, darling, as you dangle from her limbs. I taste you on my tongue. And rounded down the spiral, are rusty brittle bones. As dreary drapes just droop and drown, They kneel and pray for solid stay. I rip you from your fun. Teach me, darling, as you touch the prickle pines. I hear you underground. No, sheets of leaves wont cover you, no, rotting roots wont hide, the sparks who speak...
August 2011
6 posts
The Little Birdy
I woke up one morning
it was a beautiful day.
there was a bird at my window
longing to stay.
I said, “Come in! Stay a while!”
to that little ol’ bird,
so he glided inside
and asked for a word.
We talked for a while,
that bird and I.
we spoke ‘till our lids
dropped over our eyes.
And I said, “Hey, little birdy,
lets go! Come with me!
I can show you the...
Wishes and Wonders
I subconsciously wanted him to do it: eating away at her spoiled treasures. Its too much for her, really. and he will tear. through. anything. I wonder, watch, and wait as the time slowly slips from my grasp. And I wonder HOW one person can molest my mind enough for to convert my cycles. And WHY does this heart beat strongly for a beast so uncontrollable? An untamed monster who has yet to be...
Dry
Dry as the crying seed of our love,
at your feet, my lover, fountains errupt.
Crocidile leather pinching at the sheets.
The swamps produce some of the rarest delicacies.
Nipping
at tips of fingers.
I consume my own flesh.
Cycling through me
like feeding from my own breast.
Brick by Brick
Without a man, there is no one to hold you.
no one to be there by your side.
to tell you they love you.
to remind you someone cares.
Without a man, there is no one to shower you with gifts;
warmth,
compliments,
love.
Without a man, there is no one to help you.
help you find yourself.
to find your way through the darkness.
no one to light the path, lead the way.
there is no...
Presentable
The heartbeat behind my thick skinned hand pulls the warm, wet roots. Breathing the atmosphere, they cringe as the sun sends its sounds. Awakened from slumber, oh how they weep. Withdrawn from life, they speak. Sing to me, oh holy doubts; the sign of life untended, abandoned hopes, oblivion dreams. But oh, what will the neighbors think?
April 2011
1 post
flapjack-theking asked: Do you watch The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack? It's pretty good!
February 2011
2 posts
keep on teasing.
Just like everyone else.
Because I know no one would be serious
about that with me.
Naked Yoga
Down…
Into the ground there is a garden
Into the sky there’s a sea.
Out…
Out of the dark there’s a spotlight
out of the blue there is green
bison build paths through the sod
like religions build paths to God.
She wanted to dance
but she sat on her hands
in order to please God.
He doesn’t need a wicked witch,
he turned himself to stone.
Already lost...
January 2011
15 posts
Everyone Loves the Static Cling
They call him the static cling.
He will not change for anything.
And when it comes to a promise,
the static cling is less than honest.
he loves in all the wrongest of ways,
he won’t tell her, and do what you say.
Oh, what a tangles web...
The King
Take a load off,
please, sit down.
Can I get you anything?
A throne? A crown?
Teenage Desires
When the world turns ‘round
I’m born a new,
and I try things out
for there’s nothing better to do.
My lips live alone
when you’re not by my side
to hold me and hug me
and warm my insides.
...
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Loneliness
Oh tissue garden
Oh sea of fluff,
am i lonely enough
to stoop that steep?
The tears I weep
and always of loneliness.
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This is How I Love Myself
Alone, in the dark
no eyes but the clock.
The love waves flow through me.
This is how i love myself.
When slow and steady wins
the racing of my heartbeat
and everyone disappears from thought.
This is how I love...
Vacancy
Empty minded,
isn’t it nice?
I’m drowning in ignorance
for once in my life.
That Tall Girl
Their eyes are like sheep
and I am the shepherd,
leading them where i please.
I must be so HOT
or such an eyesore,
they always catch my disease.
Gambling for Life
You pick a card
drop and discard,
‘till you find a taste
that becomes your ace.
Pushing on teeth
untill they are straight
finding your values
making misteaks
Everything's Alright
Sweet candy,
oh please caress my lips,
for candy makes the
world go ‘round
a change in pace
a pleasant perfection
of the human race.
Well pleasure pleases.
I don’t need your sweet taste,
that taste you get when
everything’s alright…
Was(n't)
I’m always there for you.
You said you were in the song
that was(n’t) about me.
Too much sugar will rot your teeth.
Kiss and release.
Taste and Swallow.
Watch it all fall to your hips.
He will answer you questions
but he can’t make you stronger.
You have to do that for yourself.
Am I just another member of the fan club?
I don’t want to be. I want more.
Maybe
Maybe these feelings are best suppressed
maybe these feelings are STRONG
too strong for me to control…
But he is strong enough.
Wise enough
to lock them away in a box,
shove it away
in the coldest corner of his brain.
Song is the only straw that reaches the desolate crevice,
sucks out the pain.
Teenagers
Teachers talking tiresome topics
Students sitting slopily sleeping
picking at pussy pimples
wholesome hugs
sketchy seduction
lucky love
too many tears
new nerves
fake misteaks
real rules
6/7/10
What kind of person expects their death?
does it make you strong?
does it make you weak?
who knows their life is not to keep?
maybe you are right
you know whats best for you
i just have to trust
-something I dont usually do.
September 2010
1 post
ehh...
i never knew things could fit into place so easily but just doing one thing! =] Life is good.
July 2010
13 posts
Swimming With Him
Your love is prosperity
to my impoverished heart.
The colorful candy
to my ignorant thought.
The crack in the doorway
influences interest
in what lies behind
the forbidden entrance.
I can pull on the handle,
I can peer through the crack.
But I’ll only reveal
the love that I lack.
The little boy here,
he tugs on my dress.
I see him and feel him
and settle for less.
He...
My Cover of
“Flightless Bird, American...
Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have
I have a habit of being lazy? If you consider that a habit. I really have a problem with getting things done that need to be done if i dont want to do them. especially cleaning.
