The traffic grid operates smoothly and seriously
Forwards and back, in rows and columns
Directions painted in asphalt, and hung from poles
The road's instructions are obeyed unflinchingly
All these drivers are too serious to do otherwise
As they rush off to their serious lives
The doctors are serious
The lawyers are serious
The cleaners are serious
The gardeners are serious
It seems everyone is serious but me
In the park, reading Kerouac against a tree.
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 5:07 PM UTC
Have you ever missed someone?
Really missed them?
Not because of what they could do for you
Or the opportunities you were missing out on
Not because they are part of your family
And you are supposed to miss family
No, genuinely missed someone
To feel that, you weren't the same
You could never be the same
As long as she was gone
Have you ever missed someone?
To love her so intensely
And to feel her love, the same level as yours
You two became one person
You held each other, you melted together
Into something singular, a single heartbeat
And of course, The world is only right
When you are in her arms
You realize, you are a shell without her
A skin, a cast, a husk, nothing
Nothing without her
Have you ever missed someone?
Everything reminds you of them
The Sun, Trees, The Sky, EARTH
And other things, the more important things
How you cant make a sandwich, because
That is her favorite bread
How you can't listen to music,
You met at a concert
How you can't go to the park,
memories of the first date
How you can't read the postcards,
without breaking down
Have you ever missed someone?
Have you spent hours trying to remember
Exactly how her hand feels,
Interlocked in yours
Or her hips brushing against you
Walking together
Or her hair, always getting in the way
When you kiss
Have you ever missed someone?
I have.
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 3:19 PM UTC
A dog barks at night
An empty plea, from a suburban home
The dog pines for freedom
To go past the white picket fence
As the piercing howl travels
Other dogs are reminded
They erupt in chorus
And the night is filled with longing
They claw at freshly gardened lawns
Spit out chew toys in disgust
How they long for a ****
Breaking flesh against fangs
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 7:06 AM UTC
I can hear the silence
Rumbling in the night
Galloping towards me
And steaming around my eyes
Smothering and suffocating
A plastic bag wrapped too tight
I turn a deep purple
In a few seconds, I'll be gone
In the silence I open my mouth
But no sound escapes
My vocal cords castrated
By the ringing silence
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 7:03 AM UTC
The old t.v. sleeps in the alley
It was thrown out a few nights ago
Once, it was the center
The the corner stone of a family
Now, its screen is cracked
as it is prostrate, in gravel
It cries, but the family ignores the tears
They are too busy, installing a new one
A slimmer, sleeker, more distinguished
Television to replace the other
The new t.v. sits in the center
Blissfully unaware that he too
will be thrown out
In a matter of months
I see the old, weeping t.v.
And i know that I too
Will be thrown away
And left to weep
In a matter of time
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
I sink into the grass, the blades cut though me
They make my blood run green
Green like the Earth that brought me here
Green like the Earth the will take me back
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
Throughout the day
Can't keep throbbing at bay
Ebbs and flows like water
Water without the laughter
My Brain is braking out
I let slip, a final shout
As it grows more intense
The throbbing won't let me rest
It has broken down the door
Splinters now carpet the floor
The floor which was once pristine
Will now never again be clean
My head was charged by huns
everything destroyed, running with blood
Throbbing breaks down the walls
With metal chains and *****
And now, it is open to all
A new kind of shopping mall
See this, it's all that's left
Of a mind once neatly kept
Take what you want and leave
This is no place to grieve
As if you cared anyway
Really, I'm better off this way
I'll never try again
Not a single thought through my head
Now prop me up on a wooden chair
And simply forget I was ever there
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 10:02 PM UTC
A single ****
Sprouts from the ground
First of its kind?
Last to be cut down?
This ****
Could be either one
A pioneer, or survivor
Alone in the sun
Part of a cycle
Which stage I'm not sure
Past or future
It's now a blur
And this ****
As far as I can see
Does in fact
Look like me
I will sprout and die
Trying to be free
And to stand alone
From the collective "we"
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 9:53 PM UTC
I stop and wonder, the locked door
What is it locked for?
It is certainly meant to keep me out
But as to why, I have doubts
Is it for my own safety I have no key?
Are the inhabitants looking out for me?
For if there is truly danger inside
I would stay away as not to die
But if that were true, why am I still here?
It is not that I'm unaffected by fear
Rather curiosity has made it dull
And an adventurous spirit rendered it null
But if there was nothing inside, empty space
Surely that would put me in my place
No, that is not the reason why
I stand at the door, longing to pry
It is not in what could be found
But in letting imagination abound
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 9:49 PM UTC
On the sidewalk buildings loom above
Competing with each other to buy my love
They mean to ****** me into their hearts
Promises of 25% off and shopping carts
And though I always refuse
These buildings, well, don't like to lose
See, everywhere I go I see more
As if they had sprung instantly from the floor
Now the question the bothers me:
What happened to all the trees?
Pillars instead of trunks, windows instead of leaves
I've locked myself in, and lost the keys
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC