In days of mud and rust
The clean rain falls (in droplets)
Into my eyes (and down our throats)
Our eyes
Will catch every living (and non living)
Thing
As a piece of magic
A fleck of stardust on the horizon
A spark of energy beaming from our lives
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
I see
The clouds
Clean and free of color
Blackening
I hear
The leaves
They speak of seams
Pulling
I don't know what to
think
But dream of love
Growing
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
In lieu of my strength I choose
to fade
In place of my death
I bathe
In the moonlight wealth
I'm made
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
When my knees are replaced wrists bound in place these feet won't race these eyes can't change what they've seen
Find me
I'll be in trees high up where sun shines bright the longest day in
Creeks all waters flowed away there
Under the stairs in hide away I store my shame it comes to play I have to say what would it take for everything to
Stop
For a little while we dance I love you past your shirt and pants and then we sit and play and touch I feel afraid its just too much, too good
To be for me
As true as the leaves on the edge of spring, so real as water above my head. For you
Are a creature of all creatures
An animal of your own desire
And I am watching
Learning
Waiting
For you
To look
For me
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
She was a drive-by beauty
The roadside resistance
As they passed they stretched their necks
Yet never stopped to stare
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
i'd rather be
a mute
than walk through fields
of opportunablooms
and be at risk to say
i love
and have you love me too
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 6:50 PM UTC
Wake up, Confusion, it's bed time
Mamma's singing Daddy's rhyme
Dad he does as mamma says
Mom she never makes the beds
Like a fool, Confusion, stand proud
Make your self heard, quitely, get loud
Travel abroad by staying in bed
Watch the moon rise till noon (instead)
skip the sun that set too soon
Sun the skip that too soon set
The standards of this mignionette
Sheets so warm and quilts so smooth
Hot bed rocks, Con, let them sooth
Fu, you know the way to life
Born today died then in strife
Let's make this one rhyme, whall we, Sion?
pas du tout pas du tout pas du tout
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 6:24 PM UTC
Ask me what
My deepest secret is
And i can't say
Pick Scratch Slice and Pull
Pain Hurt Feeling
Pain
make it stop make it stop make it stop
i don't want to go
To go anywhere tomorrow
i don't want to wake
Wake up
Bake up, burn me alive as i sleep
Abduct me
Take me away
Turn my insides in front of me so
i'll see what's underneath
The residue
Buildup
Filth
Waste mockery of Existence:
Unite and take over!
Art!
All spiraling cycles
Electrons move in circles
We're all spin offs of the
universe multiverse Omniverse
We're all gasses cooled down
Inhale, make them spin faster
May as well
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 6:16 PM UTC
Remember when i said i spilled
Spilled me out for you to see?
Well now i've leaked all over the place
Drops of me pressing into lost attentions
Jack he looked at me
Jack he scratched my head
Said
He liked my hair
Not me
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 6:12 PM UTC
Mamma found him in his cage while I was away
At Jordan Ray’s
Talons up, feathers flat
.
Dearest neglect of Joey the bird
Lived in a pink cage,
Grew bright green feathers with a light blue spot on his shoulder.
Sister bought him at a mall cart,
Saved him, it seemed,
But now it’s clear that his fate was condemned
A live heart beat quick in hollow bones
.
From Jordan’s I rushed,
Hurried to confirm the news of my mother’s text:
“Joey died. You need to come home and clean your room”
Warm hearts beat cold in the blaze of August morning
Mamma, I found, she put him in the trash
Like a piece of pie with one bite taken
I found him lain upon heaps of pear peelings
Doomed in line to decompose
Among the **** and waste of the world
I picked him up
Placed him into a small shoe box
“Come on, Joey bird, lay in here”
It’s warm and dry and safe
Joey lay there, patient and dead
I took him in the yard
Out of the room he’d been in
Since sister brought him home
I found him a tree to chirp in, great oak
I placed his box on the grass and dug
Dug
Dug until I went beneath some roots
…
Kept digging
Unearthing pebbles and insect homes
Disheveling years of dirt and order
.
The heat of the day was boiling on my swelling soul
How could mother throw him in the trash?
Was he not alive; a thing? As much a miracle as you or me?
And my sister, his keeper, was not there to witness
Finally joey fit right
Fit just where he needed to be
The base of a great oak tree
Whose roots would **** him in
Like the lump in my heart did
With every scoop of soil
Like the love missed in life that joey died without
.
That was the first day I hated my mother
That was the first time I missed my sister
That was the only life I’ve ever mourned
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 6:10 PM UTC