all the pretty pages
etched white and gray
landscapes of my heart on your hands
cool and damp
wash away your smudges,
bundled huddles in the lamp light.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
am i a little bit nutty
just a wee *** of crazy
warped, maybe.
But no sugar, please
this cafe full of clowns,
drones, on an awning of sounds
i yawn when I'm sick
till my stomach sits
nausea won't close my eyes
I'll stare at the nothing,
an eternal sky
feel myself break into atoms
one by one
neglected by realness
lost in my own particles until I am all prickles
evaporated and dry.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
Components quietly speak you and I
we breathe sound
down the road,
you and I
wind 'round the wind
and ***
runs us down.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
"I do wanna get to know you better but..."
there wasn't hardly a thought
I knew well
bumble bee
you stung well
mouth swollen
read well,
the sleepy prickly discomfort
of go with the flow
Honey
it was all yours,
well
extract more.
Sweetie
sweetly
turned muddy.
and “I like messy,"
strictly Stopped
but I want you.
Prickly muddy tongue,
I want you
delight in honey floods
rough trees where I've perched upon
still glisten
listen, I WANT YOU
but you,
for you
well,
it's nearly done
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Sipping on warm green tea reminds me of the sea
Foam at the bottom of the cup
the fizz of liquid, like salt,
that's been boiled up.
Stirring its depths with a sliver spoon
Who knew the sea could soothe
and be consumed?
Murky olive green
and brown slides down
without a sound
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
Not your Central Park,
a new cobweb,
and expectations of Peter Parker.
Find me
As Stickiness slips
the struggle
of gummy hands glued
While open Ended Ice Cream drips
a maze of mosaics,
one,
two,
three Purple Pin Stripes at a time,
and I still catch your Lips
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
Stone,
You don't break me
or push me into place.
The wind and I will watch you,
Run right over you.
My streams will flow from your faucet face.
I can't drown a stone,
but you'll wither away,
dry sharp sediment
coarse little grains
and the winds
will throw you, dust,
into decay.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
savory buttered golden,
on sweet potato bread
drips
*make a figure eight on my thigh
I wish you'd lick it off.
I want to live in your eyes.*
skirt pulled up to my chest
but your phones gone dead.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
Yet Truth and Honesty,
not always clear to me,
they're their own entity.
Uncraddling.
They've allow Me to submerge myself
into what has always been known.
And not at all similar to comfort,
nor a sense of peace.
indirect, passive,
...neglectful
Truth and Honesty,
Mother and Father.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
I remember when truth and honesty were a serene entity
that I could wrap myself in the comfort of
I would breath lightly in pure knowing.
and know love and peace.
and dream in shades of satisfaction,
no matter the state of damage that this knowing had caused.
because for me, ignorance was torture, not bliss.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC