Your milk it seems now was warm and wet
whispering, wanting me to forget
how you threw me to the ground and held me there with
what was your frailty
I will not bend to your memory yet
so long I have the strength to blood let
my mind of every last ounce of
what was your cruelty
I've moved on I fear
sans shedding a tear for leaving behind
what was your memory
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
I was built to roar and crash,
warring against your ships safety.
Desperate I unite you with my self,
and imbibe you as sacrament.
gleefully - shining
you dance over and past my tongue
for a brief moment I know you
With life wrenched, you sink
and my body is calm again.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 11:45 AM UTC
Incendiary, explosive,
those gnashing teeth,
they hold us in their throws beneath
these seven gorgeous waves of angst
They expand but never contract,
leaving us infinitely searching for our center
And when we crash,
And we will crash,
I'll pray to your god you'll never surrender
If you do,
I can't swear I'll wait for you,
I can't promise I'll always remember.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
Sometimes I dream of you
you come to me faceless, dressed formally
sitting as a man on the cusp of birth and death
behind that ink black baby grand piano you love so much
its edges well worn
you float through the vast emptiness with no beginning or end
and yet somehow your immense hands strike notes with an
unyielding vehemence and passion, never repeating yourself.
I will know you, if I have to spend all of eternity, I will know you.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 12:38 PM UTC
that smile
it cuts through me
as a slow saunter through the thickest fog
it doesn't care for my troubles
it doesn't judge who I am
it just sits there
luminous
beneath that mirror in which I see only myself
we are the same
just letting the vestiges of life wash over us
trickling between our bodies, defining our boundaries
I ask if you'll swim out to the depths and drown with me
You happily grab my hand and we run fingertips first into the sea
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
Ill be your lingering cigar smoke if youll be my quivering nostalgia,
jumping at any chance to reminisce of the days when our steel frame
would test its infallibilities to the sound of our anguish
of course, were versed in this dance of discourse, this
arrhythmic,
energetic,
emotional banter.
We have performed these parts to a silent audience,
and recieved a deafening ovation.
For we own the stage,
commanding our mimed patrons respect and attention.
We astound them with our vigor and voracity as we
dance our unparalleled folly, tangled in the valleys of our eyes.
The dance will outlast our bodies, for the dance is more than we can ever be.
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC
you're my lens refraction, my solar flare
my beautiful occupation with long dark hair
because I've got you under my skin, deep
in my heart, you occupy my ventricles
even as we're apart
your forehead to mine we have been,
sharing an energy more palpable
than reality itself
nothing
nobody
can take that from us
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 1:32 AM UTC
my nothings are ever-changing
as yours are while
we dance in our ever-static time
we knot our folly and our bodies alike
and revel in the ecstacy of
knowing that which cannot be known,
seeing that which cannot be seen
nuzzling at the warm body of God
like kittens we emanate life
in all directions, exhaling
our poisons in harmony
the universe picks us up by our necks
in its loving mouth, and shows us the one real truth.
leaving no detail in exformation,
the mother of us all kisses our foreheads
and we know that all is right and good
then we are white and pure,
the milky sweetness of our souls exuding.
we are changed forevermore,
distilled in form to render
remaining only our true selves
we are to go with the knowledge that
we shall never fade, and ripples of our ripples
will outlast us a million fold
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
I spend my time in an empty room
the walls echoing my thoughts
as I chase resolution with all of my will.
Enormous moments of clarity come to me
as my vision is erased
and I lose myself in movement.
I could spend eternity in there
lending myself to purification
losing the concept of my self.
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 2:41 PM UTC
You view the world from your prison's lone window
not knowing that your cell is unlocked.
You spend all your days collecting those rays
not caring how often you're mocked.
You waste all your hours counting the flowers
waiting for the clock's final tock.
If only you knew how you're like a shrew
you could easily come out of that box.
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 1:29 PM UTC