Spins
The office chair aligns itself with the overhead fan
In sync they orbit my body
Holding still as I turn indefinitely
It's nauseating and satisfying
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
You're pulling at my Earth
With your bicycle tire mind
My ground is vibrating
While you drag my beach towel like a magic carpet
Spin my thoughts like a washing machine
The way your mother used to throw your body in the swimming pool
Only you wept with glee, unlike me
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
We write it and we destroy it
Do with it what we see fit
Tear it up
Burn it, hide it below dead js in a cup
Like our souls
Like the cigarette burn holes
In our shirts and our arms
Our sleeping bags
Awoken to forever-under-our-eyes bags
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
I wonder if he heard the bullet
if he heard the gun crack
if he knew his breath was his last
if he thought about his future
thought about his past
if he thought at all
or if it was too fast
I wonder if he heard the bullet
Did love dizzy his mind?
Did he think about his girl-
How she would feel when his body she'd find?
Did he think about his friends-
Who he would leave behind?
Did he think about himself
Trying to survive?
I wonder if he felt the pavement catch him
if he was still alive
I wonder when his heart stopped beating:
was it in the backseat of a car?
where they left his body?
Did they drag him far?
I wonder what he was thinking;
I hope that he was not.
His fiancé flew to a corpse, not a wedding venue.
His mother to a coroner, not a graduation.
His brother accepted his diploma, not knowing what had happened.
I hope that he never realized these things.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
new age jungles and city species
running through the curious dark
you say “Now IS the time to be alive.”
and stay out late
to watch the sunrise
from suicidal heights
see the bright lights
see the city sights
read your last rites
got
high insights
stay awake to watch the sun rise
to watch your mind fall down
to watch your ultimate demise
bustling brains become a barren tundra
and city thoughts die
and bodies still move with the beat
while thoughts experience defeat
you’re not complete
gotta cheat
gotta eat
but you gotta retreat
but you gotta take a seat
now it’s bittersweet
step back, gotta let go
gotta move on
skip the free throw
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
On Friday Morning I told you that I knew
as I walked through the door
blue
On Friday Morning I was not worth it
as I walked through the door
hit
On Friday Morning the night came back in pieces
as I walked through the door
releases
I had told you that I loved you
as I blackout danced
woo
A lie
A goodbye
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
Thoughts never left unfelt;
words never left unthought,
torturing the mind they cannot escape.
Illusive, yet demanding to be spoken.
Breaking, hiding, running at impossible speed
in fear of the coming storm.
The syllables are sprinting
while utterances bevel behind boarded windows
The mind turned against itself;
feelings turned against their maker,
while the dark rains, drowning rains, are pouring.
The intracranial hurricane forces itself through the ruins.
Treacherous, turbulent storm a’brewing
Discolored and tornadoing
through the mind’s hills and valleys.
Unorganized and unrelenting.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC
I took you to the top of a Colorado mountain
A yogi with blonde hair and light eyes
Told us to let go of our anger, let it seep through our skin like a fountain
And evaporate into the angelic blue skies
Let it go
Let something go
She said "Be here, happy, now."
You told me that night
You felt relieved for the first time, though you didn't know how
But you finally felt you were not going to fight
Yourself
Your mind
I bombarded you with my energy
I cocooned you in my love
I gave you my spirit
I only hope you look back on our wanderings
That you are thankful for what you recieved
And that you still hold in you a bit of my energy, a bit of my peace.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
Navigating these new age jungles
City species run through the curious dark
Thinking now is the time to be alive
As we stay out late enough to watch the sunrise
From suicidal heights
We stay awake to watch our minds commit themselves to their ultimate demise
Once bustling brains become a barren tundra
Their city thoughts die
Bodies still moving with the beat
Thoughts experience defeat
Conquered by the never ending
Availability of bad decisions
We are the buildings with out ceilings
We want another round
We are badasses without feelings
(At least we pretend to be with our looks and our sounds)
~
Messes in dresses running through empty city streets
After the voices of those we love whispered
They would never let us go
And proceeded to do just so
Learning to articulate from rap songs
Not resisting the urge to emulate our bad influences
Lot of love
Lot of hate
**** karma when you can’t discern
What’s good from what is wrong
It’s all going to break
Down the hollow factory’s stairs
Where we ruin our lives without compunction
And brag about who we will impress
With the mistakes we said we’d made
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC