I had a bad day.
One of those that
started while
I was sleeping.
Shaking hands
and a heart racing
like the horses
in the Kentucky Derby.
I kept my mind blank,
on purpose, you know.
How is it that
all of a sudden,
every bad memory
comes to mind and
turns me into
jelly?
This day is odd.
Everything off.
Someone looks at me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am."
It's a small lie, but that
is the answer they expect.
They don't want to know
anything, except
that everything is okay.
They don't want
to know
the bad things.
Because that makes
them uncomfortable.
The sort of
uncomfortableness
that makes you itch.
I roll, and
take a ****
I smoke my
closest friend.
You know the one.
I forget the bad,
I float in space,
and watch that someone
stumble and fall.
Too much to drink.
I prefer nature
to help me with my
bad days.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
He fell from a shooting star,
Dust from angels' wings
Falling from his hair.
His eyes reflected the sun,
Burning bright
From his soul shone the night,
Still, quiet, and tranquil
His heart was the wild,
All fierce and patient
And I fell for him,
Thirsty for his
Pure existence
Of being
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
We'll walk hand in hand
in a field of daisies
each whispering
their little secrets
to the wind.
The willow tree
beyond us dances
in it's own trance
that we try to understand
by kissing the bark.
A geometric heart
has been carved
eternally
where we share "I love you's".
Beauty waves
from the sky
and no matter what eyes
behold it,
It is beautiful
and wonderful and
full of bliss that we might
burst into
fireworks of stars,
and now we can
make the night shine too.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
endless, monolithic
desert roads
stretch far,
like a rug
rolling it's tongue
out for sandals,
the car boiling
and windows blowing
cool air,
like the wind
trying to
become stronger
than the sun,
and the song
Breezebeats
croons lyrics
into my ear,
like it can delete
the silence in the
rest of the world.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
he walked
a dusty path,
weary feet,
squinted eyes searching
through the horizon
of a sun burning low.
flower petals
of memories fell
softly to his feet.
there is nothing
beautiful here,
except the whispered
prayers
that he breathed softly
upon those delicate petals
and
let them drift away
onto the wind.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
a blue jay
paints circles
along a million
silver lined clouds
hovering over trees
like a musky mist
of love.
my tongue
on the glass
sketching a kiss
except you are as
warm as the live
blue jay
painting circles
along a million
silver lined clouds.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
There is a million
in this auditorium
that is meant
only for one
and I am in the
spotlight in the back
limelight
of limelights
in the grim
...dim...
spot
of attention
...wide eyed stares
from ghosts in the walls
scuttling
and amongst the million
I am
quite ignored.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
of which
is humor
and of
which is
life
that our
dry mouths
gape
at the beauty
of death?
old princesses
and young
hobgoblins
will
laugh at
our
naiveté
that imitates
picnic blankets
and checker boards.
"Many perished
precisely
because
they were young
and beautiful."
Andre Breton
laughs
with our age
and our age
laughs
at time
and time laughs
at half
played grand pianos
and full moons
and they laugh
at our fingers
which fumble
at life
and life
fumbles through
humor.
of which is humor
and of
which is life
we wonder
as water clogged
ears strain to
hear.
or listen?
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
It is
My turn
For a ration
Of
Pain in this
Minute world
Where my
Tongue
Becomes a rug
For muddy
Shoes to
Scratch upon
And where my
Heart becomes
A marbled
Gravestone.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
Your eyes
wrap around
my heart
and i miss you.
i searched for
the keys
as i brushed
the teeth
of a black square
that has ******
me in
deep
and i miss you.
Your smile
skips a beat
tentatively
and brightens
a tear in
my eyes
and i miss you.
i stumble along
the rainless
path that sings
the nebulae's
lullaby
and I miss you.
Your love waves
over me
such as the gravity
that hit Newton
and rips my
ribcage where
I keep those
keys I was
searching for
and I miss you.
The sun that
is cracked and dry
only clocks in
when it wakes up
in a present
eternity
at this moment
only.
and i miss you.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC