It's a single tear, lip bite, look away, stomach ache, kind of day.
My memories could tear us apart but I prefer to reassure myself with hope
It's a feeling feelings, making lunch, slow song swinging, kind of day.
Singing along makes me feel less alone, silver skies let go in unison
It's rain city, umbrella bump, holding hands and letting go, kind of day.
Wondrous limbs tangle in my mind, something feels stuck in my throat
It's a realize that someone else's hands will never make me feel more alive than yours do kind of day.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
We're sitting in your ride, listening to our favorite lines
I swayed, remembered and I closed my eyes
The soft, quick drops ran down my cheek
trickled right to the heart, warming my chest
and a swelling started, ribs crack and flesh
parting, I can't contain this feeling anymore
and guess what, guess what, I don't have to
A beautiful love is born, and pain plus pain
Equals a joy as easy as two plus two
A touch on my thigh opens my mind
I turn to you, and your smile is kind
There's no where I'd rather be
than here staring at you.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
She paints her toes
Put her best face on
Cat eye wings drawn
Red lipstick promises
A tender heart beneath
White teeth lie and bite
Hide the charred insides
Assuming her favorite disguise
Her smile shows no sign of grace
Darker than the dead of space
Heat and chemical sprays
No part of her left genuine
A glance in the mirror
Before she goes out
Nothing can touch her
Except her own doubt
Perfect, she breathes
Perfect, she lies
Perfect, she screams
Perfect, she dies
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
I've discovered a sense of loss and acceptance.
I hope this is only a new lesson in patience.
The last thing I want is mindless complacence.
So, I let go of the edge, and launch out to sacrifice
A few degrees to the right and, Houston, we have compromise.
Let's drop off the arrogance in the cold dark of space
And pick up humility on the way back to intelligence
The unreachable dream becomes once more tangible
I swirl it and spit, the image is palpable
Happiness isn't lies, it's something more valuable
I plunder my mind's eye, I find silvery judgement
Trust issues aside, I have to know my own justice
Grasp and define, I search for some substance
I remember a time when I spoke up in classes
Asked too many questions, written up for being curious
Well, I found a voice
I am a force
Reckon with me
You have no choice
There is that pride
I must apologize
If you can still speak
I'll listen, I'll try
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
Step over step, a skip and a stoop
You watch while I laugh
and I sing while you dance
We pretend we're all we have
The woods around are echoing sounds
The town is close and the railroad ties
They bake in the sun, old familiar smells
Of oil and wood and bright, clear skies
I miss the comfort
I miss the house
I miss where we were
I miss our bouts
Let's put a penny on the track
Pretend that train is rushing back
Let's put a chance card in the bag
and pull out one where it's our turn
again
A bittersweet ending
It's almost what you wanted
You think you know what's best for me
I guess you're just too honest
Because if there was such a thing
Treasure it and keep it bound
like an old diamond ring
You'll pass the goodness down
I miss the comfort
I miss the house
I know where we are
And I still miss our bouts
Let's put a penny on the track
Pretend that train is rushing back
Let's put a chance card in the bag
and pull out one where it's our turn
again
Crown your hair with daisies
They may wilt but I will not
I can wait for answers
Patience learned but never taught
Kick the ruts in the path
We can tap our heels together
I'll be waiting on the tracks
No regrets here whatsoever
I miss your comfort
I miss the house
I know where you are
and what we're all about
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
I am a flighty, preachy girl,
doesn't mean I don't know a thing or three.
If you think you've owned me with hurled words,
labels are sticky and I'm allergic to most glue.
You'd feel the same sting
if you were told who you are.
In fact I'm sure you're afraid anyway,
that I'll pass judgement on you too.
Let's have a talk with substance,
just you and I alone.
Your ego must be frightened
by my will to bare my truth.
And if you don't feel like talking,
I'll fire up the blow torch
and teach you how to dance
There's no stance I could think of,
that would leave a mark on you.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
Fading away, like a music.
No jolts, no sadness.
Just a beautiful face.
Religious sacrement is ambiguous.
Failed priests. Another age.
But why would you sacrifice?
Offering instant gratification
to the masses.
Malicious intent is still intent.
Another dimension. Another reality.
Goodbye.
Who do I listen to?
Perhaps you should have stayed
silently, creating something
special with your studies.
Build your wealth,
employ your sciences only with
amazing goals. Ah, my brain.
Must charter the universe.
There is no web, there is no
spider weaving. Only matter.
Matter and history.
Learn from us, your bitter
ancestors, the sweep of evolution.
The great story, you martyr.
You seem reluctant.
The shores, they lick at your
ankles. Salt deposits and foam.
All that is, or ever was.
Contemplations stir.
Leave us alone, without our
sensations of grandness.
I need not your preaching,
your sadness, your dust.
Tiny planetary moulding rock.
Simply dangerous and promising.
Why must I trust another speck
with my entire life? My fate?
It is my own truth, filled with
speculations and masturbations.
Exquisite relationships only
fill me with tainted deepness.
Some part of me knows.
That Ocean is entirely my body.
Starstuff and dust.
My journey begins in my skull.
Tapping my temple, I pull apart
the dandelion puff and bite
the bitter milk.
The blood, plants scream when they
are plucked.
Their juices are not for such as I.
First voyages and scienctists
are better than my own cries.
The depths of embedment are vast.
Birth, live, death, tumultuous.
Jets of energy, my core is
incinerated.
Detroy all in our path.
A splash in my pond, step, step.
A ring, your iris it shines.
Holy local groups, I find.
Containing island chains.
Only 2 million years from home.
Passing over our satellites.
No more writing, no more stars.
Gravity prevails and globes unite.
Centres are millions strong,
like a swarm, a sun, the bee has
stung.
Impossible to stuff the guts.
Spiralling in nothingness.
Arms turn, turn away. Turn from
my face. Curdles outside.
Our home is orange and wide.
Blue in the obscure waters, we
have evolved.
Such intelligence is no indication
that any edge-on view is right.
Please, don't tell me what to believe.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
It's been used on the street.
Used outside of the medical
profession.
Y'know, it's an altogether
new thing.
It can be even more important
than reading the bible.
Children as young as nine
are enlighted with ritual
consumption.
Student priests. Brainchildren.
A moshing chapel, a bouncing
church.
Holy orders have volunteered.
Five groups of four. Four groups of men.
With his eyes, he asked for
water, as deep as wells.
Brain unrooted, profound psyche.
What matters now? Dawns on me.
An experiment, an experiment.
What comes back? What expands?
Everyone that you meet.
The man, the man, the man.
Your duty is not over.
The surprise is:
the cross is the drug.
Sitar sounds and biting.
Chewing and *******
Swiss lips and big trips.
Explosions and headlines.
Brighter colours, paisley skies.
Giggling teens and sighs.
Spare ribs unite, yellow sweets.
All to do with round.
Monochromatic world turns to
dreaming and doing it all.
Everything, I can do it.
But It's all too much.
So many ties and looking to
your eyes.
Love shines and trombone slides.
Social liberations, my friend.
Feminism, it's for the doers.
Taxes, real worlds, living on it.
Escape is far worse.
Easy actions and breaking
through windows.
Use it proactively not as
recreation.
Same effect as a man getting it.
He feels it going.
Terribly uncomfortable, alone.
Escape is suicide. Lies, lies,
Exagerration, laws, again lies.
Too many idiots, not enough cooks,
Too many chefs, not enough books.
News is what has given particular
concerns with the true risks.
Mr. Illicit tells us the risks.
Accidents and Supermen and flies.
Don't believe in the invisible
trains and cars.
Mental Breakdowns are wonderful
only when it's dependant
upon the setting. Too much again.
Vortex of fear, darker sides.
Rolling and sadness.
Initially the experience was
as advertised. Ancient fossils live.
A new green, a new blue
New sunlight. A new shape.
Terrifying proportions if you
camp in the wrong field.
Lethargic pigs sliced and green.
Cartoon kinda monsters.
Hahahahahahahha, we've GOT YOU!
Negative, feelings, never again.
Secrets of the mind, they chase.
It's the mis-use. It's the bad.
It's the guilt, it's the right way
Only without respect.
The larger group,
it ruins everything for
everyone responsible. Why?
Why cant't you just ******* make
drinks illegal?
Why not cancer sticks? Sickening.
Leave love alone.
Afraid that there is more to
our doors, that haven't been opened.
Out of control? You are out of control.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
A ray of grey tinged light is shining
Through shut eyes, the beam is blinding.
Curious creatures walk across my skin
Toes and pointed hooves tip in unison.
The Life is gone, traces leak from my face
Can't scratch, can't scream, I know I'll turn insane.
A wretch I am, I always will be stained
With blood and lines, little human remains.
I sit and toss, thinking only of one thing
One chance, a bit of cash, I promised him.
A black hand appears, a cloud of whiskey breath
"I'll lend you Life, friend, in exchange for one more Death."
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
The echoes of a generation
Somehow ring of desperation
It's a separate battle that I fight
Kick the dirt and grind their face in
Find a hole and dump the waste in
Worn in the floor, I can't stop pacing
Anxious thoughts are poison darts
Kids with cars, they can't stop racing
Oh, Mama, I'll be okay
There's no reason to be this way
You know in time, you'll be just fine
The journey's long, I'll find my way
Moderation will save our soul
Excess of glut will take it's toll
My body is mine, I'll take my time
The consequences will unfold
Life is full of pain and danger
I'm learning how to cut out anger
See a cliff and dive right in
Let love be my float, your wisdom my anchor
So, Mama, don't cry, I know my heart
I know you never wanted to be apart
We'll keep on dancing, find our balance
The road is long, I just need to start
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 2:35 PM UTC