urbaniste-lost
American
Urbaniste Lost is the pen name of a young female poet who has been writing her work on the walls of my building in San Francisco. / / I see this as a search for an audience, for a reader. I find her work to be noteworthy, so I have dedicated this page to her. I will update this collection as she updates the live one... Ah, to be young and full of passionate inspiration.
She waited for ages,
for anything, some sort of sign
even just a flashing on the screen
a spasmodic vibration
but the message never came.
She thought she caught a glimpse
once or twice, in those eyes--such an aloof blue--
of something more substantial
crimson passion in his vain
anything to cling to
before her foothold gave way.
She was always dreaming
Reading signs
in the irises
figments of pigment
to color her translation
telling quite a different story
weaving a web of delusion
of homespun lies
and illusion
that someone so
selfish
could even graze the surface
of the outer shell of selfless
what an improbable
farce
what a
fool
she was.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
A wish like a whiff
The assertion of bone
A face like a cliff
Hollowed out, cut from stone
Cheeks reddend by rust
Eyes dampened by rain
As the layers of dust
Settle, hide the world's' pain
A wish like a whiff
The assertion of bone
Sing Sorrow a riff
You might feel less alone
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
When I'm with you
It's like old honey
in a glass jar
so slow and sunny
Molten golden
nature flowing
But still, I see
where this is going
I'm not the apple
of your eye
Fruit rots and dies
Once it has fallen
A busy bee
Must spread his pollen.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
i lied
i do love you
can't you lie
and say you do too?
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
Without you.
I’ve stopped laughing.
even at my own jokes.
Without you.
i’ve stopped drinking.
i’ve no impulse.
to smoke.
Without you.
i don’t ever.
lay in the sun.
Without you.
i just.
don’t know how.
to have fun.
Without you.
there is.
no one.
to impress.
Without you.
i have.
no reason.
to get dressed.
Without you
i should.
think about.
other men.
But.
for some reason…
i only wish.
to be.
with you.
again.
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 4:48 PM UTC
*The world is glazed over
It blurs as it blows
‘‘The man’’ is so rigid
Wash him away in the flow
Reason burns benignly
Just like paper cranes
Thinking’s sinking slowly
Mouths are moths to the flame
Feeling the empty
You must fill the space
It’s not there, believe me
Still you feel so misplaced
For you fly high above
And you run the streets
Looking for love
And seeking your sweets*
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 4:00 AM UTC
When will I be enough
Am I not what you dream of?
You beast, you haunt my nightmares
Not that you would care
You say “kid, you’ll go far”
Then you cut off my legs
How can I walk on water
When I’m down under, drowning?
And still you keep on frowning…
You only hold me back
You ball and chain.
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 3:36 AM UTC
I tremble not when waters clear
And I see sandy bottoms of your mind.
As long as at the helm I steer
Charted courses of your kind
It is smooth sailing, I have no fear.
But when the sun no longer shines
In the depths things disappear.
Lurking in the salted brine
Are monsters, toothed from ear to ear.
And I, their prey, am swimming blind
Enticed by your charming allure
That muddles up a reasonable mind
Till midday mealtime is secured.
To you I’m naught more than a snack
With deadly smiles to be lured
Beneath the water’s velvet black.
And though I suffer, rest assured
That I’ll come, sadly, swimming back.
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 10:12 AM UTC
There are lessons I’ve learned
In life love and loneliness
Such wisdom do we earn
If we choose paths of mess
I’ve seen when to look the other way,
Tasted the bitter fruit of reminiscence…
Touched the times it’s better not to say
What it is I feel in essence
But of all the above
What I learned most from love
Was how to hide it away
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:55 PM UTC
Why do I see everything in you?
You’re see-through.
You’re no one.
What virtues come with that pretty-boy face?
Just face-value baby, there’s nothing more behind that space.
Did you have it designed as from the start?
Mapped out to neatly harvest my heart,
And feed it to the dark and lonely nights
Over and over, so painfully it bites.
Until I can’t feel anything any more…
And that’s when you drape yourself upon my door?
So I bring you in and pull you in and on
But I meet the merciless mouth of night after you’ve come
And gone.
But why did I get caught up in this game?
It’s not you, but me that is to blame.
Shallow as a puddle two days since the rain.
It’s just—he’s a beautiful man. What pleasure, what pain.
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:52 PM UTC