I sit still and watch
With eyes sharp enough to cut
As the grey ocean foam
Crashes on the sea wall
Hundreds of black stones
All with difference and irregularity
Stacked layer upon layer upon layer
Now wet, but still greatly unwashed
I sit on the edge
And look down on my feet
I scrape the callouses on stone
The sea foam washes but doesn't clean
I watch as the ocean turns black
My feet kicks the relentless foam
The stone wall remains intact
So I crumble in its place
The sea drags me out
I drink the abysmal drink
I sway to the whims of a lonely moon
I crash on a wall of indifference and regularity
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
**She stirs her coffee
He** m u m b l e s,
*stomach gRumBLes*
wrods fmblue**
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
On a night like any other,
I went outside to have a smoke
I saw a gecko on a tree
and to my surprise, it spoke!
Tsk, tsk, tsk
the lizard said
Its haunting disapproval
followed me to bed
The next evening, I came back
to see what its problem was
I asked, "You disagree with cigarettes?
I'll quit the habit, if I must!"
Tsk, tsk, tsk
the lizard said
I can't be certain, but I'd bet
it was shaking its little head
The following night, I returned
to again face cold-blooded judgment
I lamented, "Why do you torment me so,
without reason, with no argument?"
Tsk, tsk, tsk
the lizard went
By that time, my patience
was utterly spent
On our last meeting, I carried with me
a pair of scissors and ****** on my mind
As I approached the gecko with sharp intent,
suddenly the tail detached from its behind!
Tsk, tsk, tsk
the lizard mocked me as it left
Moonlight creatures claim another victim
Of my dignity, I am bereft
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
To look beyond yourself,
you must look over your shoulder
To look beyond yourself
is to see with eyes of another
To look beyond yourself,
you must learn how and when to share
To look beyond yourself
is to give more than you can spare
To look beyond yourself,
you must understand cause and effect
To look beyond yourself
is to be fair, to have mutual respect
To look beyond yourself,
you must recognize your weightlessness
To look beyond yourself
is to feel the weight of the world
When you look beyond yourself,
you carry the burden of others
But as you look beyond yourself,
you'll find that you're not alone
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
Hello,
there's someone I'd like you to meet.
Ferdinand is his name,
a great hero he's destined to be!
He was carved out from an ocean trench
Each limb, taken from the base of mountains
On his head rests seven thunderclouds
His heart burns hotter than the whitest sun
I want you to feel the terror of his mighty arms, swinging, lobbing jagged rocks at you
I want you to hear the volts and feel the jolts surging through your spine
I want you to fear him, to be frozen in shock and awe, to loathe him, to love him
I want you to see him too.
I want Ferdinand to live!
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
A word is just a word
if it's just one word
A word is just a word
be it seen or heard
A phrase, just a phase
a few minutes, hours, days
A phrase, when misplaced
leaves a man disgraced
A verse won't make a song
with no melody playing along
A will, however strong
cannot prevent all wrong
A way, when it is found
makes strength of will abound
A rhyme without reason
is like giving order to chaos
A sea is nothing more than
an infinite number of drops
A life is so much more than
a speck in an infinite cosmos
But a word may just be a word
silly, pointless and absurd
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
I dive into deep, still water.
I make no sound,
not a single ripple on the surface.
There are no bubbles,
no pockets of air,
but I do not struggle.
I float in your essence;
heart and thought drift away
with familiar quietude.
Forever I remain
blissfully unaware that I
cannot swim.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
The shutter closes
Plot points fixed in monochrome;
The story unfolds
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
We're never naked;
always clothed with a shroud of doubt
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
"The best memories are like overplayed mixtapes: they lose clarity and detail over time, yet they seem to sound better the older they get."
We listen to the fourth round of Trois Gymnopedies
on our break from the second round of **********
Our limbs entwined, in part because we like it
partly because we're stuck together by sweat and--
The air is thick with scents foul and fragrant
as furniture music fills the gaps in between
Every breath stalls to anticipate the notes
fingers twitch slightly on the downbeat
Ten minutes ago, we made our own music
Ten minutes ago, we were in perfect harmony
She stares at the ceiling as I stare on her lips
I watch her mumble the lyrics Satie never wrote:
*A pack of cigarettes,
a pack of cigarettes
Could you please buy from the store?*
We're taken over by uncontrollable laughter
as uncontrollable as the trembling when we came
She shifts to her side, and my arms are freed
I stand and pick my jeans from the floor
I take my time buttoning up my shirt,
soaking in the view before I run the errand
She lies naked still, as I put a jacket on
I leave on the fifth round of the Gymnopedie
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC