make a list
make a list of lists
speak of the unknown and relish
how weird it all is
be curious of all that is new
in your life
you deserve to read and learn
what you enjoy
and also what you don’t
if you wish
make a list
a better one
Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 10:12 AM UTC
Your hair
I dreamt of it last night
but it was different
it smelled sweet like the exhaust
fumes of the old dingy buses
of my hometown
it tasted just like my first shot
of tequila on a late summer night
it looked like the blind spots I used to have
when you used to punch me in the gut.
Do you remember how we laughed?
Your dreams
I dreamt of them last night
but it was different
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC
What exactly am I supossed to write now?
I actually decided on the title before figuring out what to say.
just seen a youtube video on the subject
it completely changed my life... again
metaphors about closed curves or loops don't come to mind
but maybe I shouldn't stress too much about the title
what if I simply forget about it, push it away?
but it's right there...
at the back of my head
after every line I write my eyes pop back to that title
I just did it again.
I can't decide if I should include a 'the'.
'a mobius strip' also doesn't satisfy me.
Mobius strips never satisfy me.
It's easy to give up, isn't it?
another fix. then they keep trying to drag me out
telling me I'm addicted to it,
that I should join a Mobius strip rehab center
but I can quit
whenever I want
I promise
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
faces I used to know now turn pale
as they push themselves further and further inside
pointing in every direction
I shouldn't need so much alcohol for this
at least not god
floating under your gray expression
why did you stop beating? vibrating?
why would you stop sweating whenever you fall for someone?
why did you try to lift something
that must not be lifted?
why did you throw yourself in the stench of the
town's hollow eyes?
why would you stay upfront when it is at last time
to fall?
why did you join the grey faces?
so that you will be shouting from the top
of your lungs in the ears of the gods
that now broke into hundreds of thousands
of reflections in the mud?
even though it's useless?
and horrible
and your lungs give us exactly what
we need
but nothing more?
even though they will be careless with it
and imperfect
even if it counts
and it will **** you in the end?
stop now!
stop sitting with your head pushed so hard
against your chest that
you turn into a mosaic of the town
stop making bridges out of yourself
stop painting flowers on every piece of broken glass
and stop trying to harm
what no longer is there
even though you want it to
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
"dark green rose higher"
you were careless with the door,
not knowing it will close
you stabbed it repeatedly
lust was pouring
like melted glass
your face turned into children then into sand then into bridges
and fear
and late woods
and plastic flowers
I am exhausted for myself, so
tell me about karma so I won't fall asleep
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
for Hanna
"stop sitting with your head pushed so hard against yourself that you turn into a mosaic of the town"
the milk's smell fills the house that's barely made out of wood
I saw your green and white dress
your streets stretched out towards the bottom of the sound
factories closed down
towers grew silk
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
I feel warm when I remember how we joked about the huge paintings with golgota.
the only small one, with the park
where the branches glared upon a mother and her child,
mesmerized you
(that was our child.)
the painting was at the end of the room,
right after all the hideous canvases
and mothers.
(the mother was god.)
inside the room there were
no windows (no fathers.)
no hope,
no pain.
from outside I could only see the child.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
my shrink told me:
"Feelings:
Pathetic.
Baked clouds:
Attention!
A broken butterfly:
Holy fear"
abortion, gay marriage, suicide, depression, faith diversity, disunion, pacifism, the internet, green peace, the national institutes of guns, alcohol and cigarettes, math teachers, poorly written books and well-written books, science, documentaries, the 90′s Cartoon Network, solutions for first, second and third world problems, the Venus project, conspiracy theories, poker, chess and backgammon, ****** music, female ******* boys playing with dolls and offensive language are nothing
we are all attention ******
we are born and buried
for attention.
we endure awkwardness
for attention.
we have *******
for attention.
god will be afraid of us
for attention.
so I told him:
"Let's face it
nothing will be everything!"
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC