pretty-eyed girl,
your underbelly's pink,
green, deep time,
don't know what you see in me,
I overcook things,
burn my mouth, trying to speak,
as
we daggle our already wet feet
over the pits of dog-bitten territory,
you always scratch first,
but I dig deepest,
I guess, secretly,
I'm ready to see you go,
far away, where the screams can't bind you,
and all the guilt quietly fades away,
where you're comfortable, forever,
and your days remain the same, always
where words don't come out
all ******
and your pretty thoughts
untangle at the feet,
where love can loop endlessly,
and the old me is waiting
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
1.) I feel fine.
2.) don't like coming down from the high
3.) I'm ready for the next adventure - tired of being here
4.) All 8 sound good to me - 10, reallym oops
5.) I feel fine.
6.) Stomache hurts a little, but I'm eating a little
numbers are starting to limit me,
space even feels limiting
in the thick of repeating,
contrasting safety.
Danger
is fun to me,
placing the awareness
uncomfortably
to expand,
7.) I'm thinking of passages
8.) Dreaming, in creation, romances; freedom
9. still feels fine
1.0.) hallucinatons
goodbye
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
record breaking amnesia,
don't remember how to love you,
screaming,
you aim for my face,
I strike for the gut,
where the misery
has nestled in disguise,
symptoms
come in binges,
don't think about
it stretching,
lasting,
coming back again,
anger,
pain,
hatred,
you are blood,
and I still can't pretend,
record breaking amnesia,
don't remember how to love you,
you provide strings
with your support,
meanings
checked at the door,
meaning,
you attach and consume
before we go forth,
and, I
just asked for help,
not a third hand to feed me,
not a list of nasty names,
not a knife in the back,
not another family member trying to bleed me,
honesty, clarity, hope:
record breaking amnesia,
don't remember how to love you
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
it was time to sow the seed,
stitch the old me
to the present me,
and breathe,
release
all this anxiety,
tension tightening
the grip, strapped around
my throat,
around my hopes,
the me I've missed,
burn white candles,
lay out my stones,
rewrite the misery,
untie the history,
reach closer
to the underbelly's guise, mystery,
why I've lived
through the eyes of others,
flies, gnats,
and dead meat,
there is no me there,
just blurred scribbles,
hopes for sunshine,
trying to be
something realer
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
butterflies love the blood,
tumbling about in bellies,
whisk it away, the way we pray,
a bird being carried by a breeze,
lifted essence, manifested,
heart shade, finally, at ease,
signal came through,
translated to
sharpened claws,
unclenched jaws -
unthought it all while sober -
*you came as ocean, as breeze,
as birds, as leaves,
as hues and blues,
sunshines and moons,
and you left as you pleased,
opened my mouth wide to cry for you,
praise you,
love you, raise you above
what I've said in silence,
unbreak the trust I betrayed in private,
you came as hearts, as people I've known,
and stories never told, as whispers,
as hugs, and as kisses,
as melodies, repeatedly on my brain, as so,
absent of you,
I came to know you:*
butterflies love the blood,
dying slowly from the greed,
whisk it away, the way I pray,
would ask for your forgiveness,
but I know there is no need,
I feel you in the leaps
of knowing when to regret,
and when to let it be,
summon the tides stronger
aside dying suns, each day,
each night I pray for you to call upon me,
like you did when I was your favourite color,
pray for you to love the me now, and be sure of no other,
so if I adjust the pitch,
tune the sounds to form around
your wisdom, or pretty eyes,
maybe the melody will reach you again,
if not for love,
lost at sea,
then for truth,
and maybe friends we'll be,
no longer eclipsed by rumors
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
may i never get enough of You
may i never stop wanting You
may i never stop knowing You
may i never stop loving You
may You always inspire me
may You always make me wonder
may You always be my desire
may You always be enough.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
I
still hear
voices
but now
we all get along.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
A poem walks with me
he knows me
when feeling alone
he gives me company
Like the dog at his walk
precedes his master
pulls the leash
faster…faster
*keep pace with me
find peace in poetry*
the two
side by side
break in sweats
the dog and his master
the two poets
forget
who runs who
merge into one
making a poem
fully done.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
-lights out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of ****** or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
i hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance-Healing
all my sicknesses-erasing all-not
even the shred of a 'I-hope-you' or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes-and
with joy you realize for the first time
'thinking's just like not thinking-
So I don't have to think
any
more'
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC