Ayeglasses: Poems

3.2k · May 2013

Ayeglasses May 2013

My heart is calm.
In the centre of your palm.
You don't even know it yet.
But I bet.
I'll mess it up somehow.
Don't blame me, please.
The opportunity I will seize.
I think the good outweighs the bad.

1.3k · Apr 2013

Cinnamon.

Ayeglasses Apr 2013

Cinnamon.

It's odd how the craziest things help.
Such as a tin of Altoids on top of a shelf.
Helps the ideal failure of self.
To some.

1.0k · Jun 2015

Physics.

Ayeglasses Jun 2015

Physics.

She's quantum entangled herself into my heart.
Atom by atom.
Gravity has no effect on us.
We are harmonic.
We are a collision.
And I love her.

970 · Nov 2021

Deep Red

Ayeglasses Nov 2021

Deep Red

I can feel myself fade away in a cycle.
Thin skin never did suit me well.
Each day broken up into tiny manageable parts.
Built to be a curated filter my personality must fall through.

This is not repair, but maintenance.
An entropic form that must dilute to remain safe.
I am a capillary of my years, resentful of oxygen.
No pulse can sift through me now.
I'm alone in this vena of an apartment.

Certainly there is no breaking of barriers here.
A refusal to spill blood for the wait makes this almost
pleasant.

Been in this body awhile
moved this body too far

941 · Sep 2015

12:57 AM 9/14/2015

Ayeglasses Sep 2015

12:57 AM 9/14/2015

You wanted to know algebra.
So I taught it to you.
Your mind crystal clear.
Yet your fingers were blue.
I hold the name of your lost son.
You held me close, as your only one.
You said you loved me as you laid in bed.
I still love you.
But now you're dead.

I'll miss you, Bub. Jaws was always the answer.

938 · Dec 2022

Becoming Atomic

Ayeglasses Dec 2022

Becoming Atomic

Within each and every breath
wisps of it all drench alleles
swiftly, surgically.

Every photon, widening iris
consuming every angle
insatiable and unrepentant

Not anything but desire
coating a soul in what
a matte finish?

Fingertips around a waist,
leaning with closed eyes,
breath upon cold ears

Just another beat
another beat
another beat

Chanting so violently
it cannot be craved any more
any more than one can be loved

Add-A-Ball Birthdays

888 · Oct 2015

Bones.

Ayeglasses Oct 2015

Bones.

I have love on the surface of the skin I move.
I have love on the muscle I stretch.
I have love on the lungs I breathe through.
I have love on the nerves I sense with.
I have love sedimented into my bones.
Although occasionally my bones will fail me.

675 · Jul 2016

My days only float along now.

Ayeglasses Jul 2016

My days only float along now.

No places to breathe.
No sights to see.
No emotions to feel.
No experience real.
No capacity left.
No motivation to move.
No thoughts to ponder.
No desire to wander.

How does one become beautiful?

652 · Apr 2013

Remnants.

Ayeglasses Apr 2013

Remnants.

Don't let the sun come around that wall.
Don't try to move at all.
Don't try even a little to get away.
For I know now why you want to stay.

Please don't start to explain yourself.
Please just place your thoughts upon a shelf.
Please don't stand up and know the difference.
Please, just think there in your own ignorance.

For I know now why you station yourself behind that wall.
I know now how you understood it all.
I understand why you stay behind it and fray.
Because there are still remnants there, of yesterday.

647 · Apr 2019

d'Alene

Ayeglasses Apr 2019

d'Alene

Confessions unseen
I'm swaying past the windmills
To be beside you

Haiku
Border

606 · Mar 2019

Woodpecker

Ayeglasses Mar 2019

Woodpecker

Small and unassuming, you would be downed by the fell of my trunk.
I remain upright for fear of the saw.
You claw into my bark and drain me of my wildlife.
Could it have been the sap?
Or merely the scratching of those insects within?
Nevertheless, you tear off my leaves.
I remain docile for fear of the bruise.
You claw into my scalp, draining me of my sanity.
Could it have been my fault?
Or merely my mental state a target?
My wildlife drained.
My body violated.
Cut into submission.

Assault.

590 · Feb 2015

Apalled.

Ayeglasses Feb 2015

Apalled.

You couldn't get through your sentence.
Before I gave my repentance.
From the depths of cold solace.
To the warmth of your lips.
Embers flicker from a distance away.
The people have left,
The music decayed.

Moving so quietly.
So that the windows won't hear.
Darling, just hold me.
So that I know that you're here.

"One only gets a perfect moment for so long."

534 · Mar 2019

Cardioid

Ayeglasses Mar 2019

Cardioid

Whether a funeral or a wedding,
I cannot spar with this.
Totems strewn about listlessly,
as if to mimic a kaleidoscope.

I writhe from the ghost of her touch.
Squirm at the memory of her hands.
Retreat due to her force. Totem one.

A consolidation of both kinds.
Her understanding and familiarity.
The common ground and the calm.
Kind breaths to my lungs. Totems two.

My path a cardioid.
I come close for only a moment.
Her gravity keeps me in orbit,
I see my malignant shadow cast on the darting eyes of those guards. Totem three.

A monsoon.
The sun and stars.
Grassy hills.

MF
MT.A
JA

531 · Apr 2013

The.

Ayeglasses Apr 2013

The.

The dewdrops that danced slowly upon the leaves just past the edge of my skull.
The creaking of the porch that held us up.
The sound of rocks under my feet as my shoes hit the pavement.
The feeling of a rested mind upon my shoulder.
The little picture that resides on an easel.
The vibrato of the silence that mesmerized the sound of the giggling to my ears.

Which would have been much less fantastic without the girl next to me.

515 · Apr 2013

Cloud Couch.

Ayeglasses Apr 2013

Cloud Couch.

The singular footsteps of the rain stomping on the rooftops.
Dancing down the drain to hit the musical pavement.
Was the perfect symphony.
With the cloud orchestra playing the beats to the moments.
That I savored every note of.

Spinning readily throughout my head.
Please oh please don't be dreaming.
It's much too perfect to be lost in the riversides of my head.
Because there is nowhere else on earth that I would ever choose to be right then.

A cloud couch that lasted a few seconds past perfection.

478 · Feb 2017

The more I swoon.

Ayeglasses Feb 2017

The more I swoon.

Deceit for many moons.
Many days, many lies.
To see you through many moods.
The thought waters my eyes.

How is it I have let this go?
How is it that I have known?
The pain that holding this would cause.
Makes me wish my heart would pause.

I know I'll tell you.
I'll tell you soon.
Yet the more I hate it,
The more I swoon.

476 · Aug 2017

Fuel Pump

Ayeglasses Aug 2017

Fuel Pump

Plastic stars fall to the ground in 8-bit time.
A beeping musical accompaniment.

Enraged sunlight binds down the horizon.
Clearly seen through the smoke.

Electric fireflies accelerate harmoniously.
Dodging the blooming darkness enveloping a corpse.

My fuel pump is broken.

442 · Feb 2017

Three by Three

Ayeglasses Feb 2017

Three by Three

Broken bits and pieces.
Yet we could foresee this.
A very melancholy kiss.
A body focused on three bits.
Centimeters.
Centimeters
They're only barely centimeters
Three by three.
Some of you and all of me.
A bodies broken chemistry.
Some of you and all of me.
A body broken, three by three.

388 · Jun 2015

Pop

Ayeglasses Jun 2015

Pop

She kisses me where I am broken
Lips pressing against the fractures
the fractals and pieces that I don't upkeep
while I wait to die for others and forget to live for myself

373 · May 2013

Claw.

Ayeglasses May 2013

Claw.

I cannot help but feel I've failed in some way.
That the hope I gave, was not there to stay.
In something so small and fragile.
Is a thought so large and agile.

But I suppose I need to stop.

360 · May 2013

Retrieving The Past.

Ayeglasses May 2013

Retrieving The Past.

What have I done?
What did I say?
I fear it is broken.
For I can already see.
The chips and the cracks.
To know that if anything.
I had to lack something.
Something that is far too lost to retrieve.

340 · Mar 2018

Red and Purple

Ayeglasses Mar 2018

Red and Purple

Lust interweaves the fingertips of it's lover. Dragging across the skin in peculiar form to rest it's fingernails upon a scar. A wish is released from it's lips saturated with a glimmer of comprehension. A resting palm upon the scar. Desire is the muscle below it.

336 · Mar 2022

Bill: Near the escalator

Ayeglasses Mar 2022

Bill: Near the escalator

My mother once told me it was underground
Grimacing just under the pavement
As if to smile its way into the sun
Teeth of dropped gum and bullets

Laughter and light do not show me this
In naïveté I doubt her judgement
To smile back at the sidewalk and roads
Just to step on the cracking pavement

My poor mother

DCDCDC

333 · Apr 2013

Shelf.

Ayeglasses Apr 2013

Shelf.

Knowing now what I didn't know before.
How it feels to step down from a shelf.
Of all the thoughts that had been stored.
Where I surprisingly didn't make a fool of myself.

303 · Oct 2017

Sociality

Ayeglasses Oct 2017

Sociality

By the same meaning stood beside,
Not a monologue or prose,
Contemplative configurations silenced.
A language?
A language.
Swimming into a fractal of personality
It can be heard through whispers
And the gossamer between.

296 · May 2022

75 Mile Radius

Ayeglasses May 2022

75 Mile Radius

Vanity is only a sin to those watching
Plume of reds and flashy rings

Longing and boredom are siblings
Salí el sol por nada, and nothing more

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring

296 · Apr 2013

Pieces.

Ayeglasses Apr 2013

Pieces.

A puzzle.
To a memory that never existed.
Is, despite all logic.
Missing pieces.

287 · May 2019

Succulent

Ayeglasses May 2019

Succulent

A growth is what I am to you.
One that you seem to care for.
I am not the only bloom,
wanting from you anymore.

I blind my ears and hide my face.
For I feel the things you cannot place.
Let it remain the same; I could bear.
Yet I fear I'll hear you **** downstairs.

I'll tell you later.

285 · May 2013

I Still Remember.

Ayeglasses May 2013

I Still Remember.

I remember so many things.
All hoping that I wont forget.
The beautiful thoughts that ring.
Keeping the little things planted and set.

Originally it was a Red Plaid sea.
Walking along with the flow.
Along my thoughts and words you see.
In the silver bow.

Where the light shined and dawned on me.
In the space where I did see.
Given the place of mind.
To complete the mountains in kind.

I still stop to see, when I walk by.
To again look up at the sky that once died so perfectly.
Wanting again to fly in the five skies that enveloped the five clouds of mine.
Remembering exactly the path I took instantly.

Yes, I remember the scene.
I remember the exact day.
Knowing what I've seen.
Where I flew away.

274 · Nov 2019

From Plasma

Ayeglasses Nov 2019

From Plasma

The blame does not rest on me.
For the blame does not rest.
It lies no place on this ground.
So how am I to shift it?

I am truthful in my indifference.
Yet disdainful of the truth.
I suffer in the cold of what could be,
then blanket myself with the blame.

There is a rot at my center and I refuse to name it.
There is a blossom in my core and I yearn to save it.

Neuroscience, Odegaard, FaceTime, and Comparison.

262 · Apr 2019

You're by Yourself.

Ayeglasses Apr 2019

You're by Yourself.

You're in your driveway and the heat is still on. Rain hits your windshield and the streetlights bend their light to your eyes. Shadows make intricate patterns on your skin and you watch them dance as you move slowly in the dim lights. The world outside is silent and the world inside is yours.

You're on some sort of camping trip. Surrounded by trees and the sounds of the insects that inhabit them, you take a moment to listen. It isn't cold outside, but it isn't warm either. You are alone. A moment of your time is spent gazing upon the stars. This is not to worry about the size, or wonder about them. For now they are just art. Distant sounds of other people beckon you to move and leave your place.

Sweat drips off of you as you step away from it all. The song playing now is slower and dimmed by the walls. This room is empty and you can almost feel the romance in the other. This doesn't bother you, as you just need to catch your breath. The building you inhabit is well made. You take a moment to appriciate it. Perhaps you should go home. The party has gone on too long.

212 · Apr 2019

Guilty Pressure

Ayeglasses Apr 2019

Guilty Pressure

An alternate desire at high altitude
with shared interest kept aside
For our joy, a different path we pave.
There's an interesting loss to be had, for a romance that was never allowed to bloom for what I had already discovered.

A Ferris L
M Oly T

206 · Sep 2019

Good Love

Ayeglasses Sep 2019

Good Love

I have had good love
I want you to know as well
Good, with sabotage

Haiku
Walking distance

204 · Jun 2019

Cosmonaut

Ayeglasses Jun 2019

Cosmonaut

Still I keep fading away
Is this what it's like to die?
If I end and nobody is around to care,
was I ever loved?

I can feel you secede when I talk of my worries
Perhaps I am not made to have problems.
Perhaps I'm better off being such a problem.
A problem better left silent.

I want nothing more than a cycle.
To come back to land that once grew fertile.
& begin to tend to it with the same care.
Lest I do not starve first.

I can't tell if you cared.

194 · Feb 2022

Neighbor 110

Ayeglasses Feb 2022

Neighbor 110

I hear them coming up the stairs
I’d say it’s late for them because it’s late for me
Mornings greet him and I the same
Promptly

And the daytime greets her too
Frequently a surprise to her and I both
I think they must have had a wonderful wedding

Laying in the hallway to avoid my bed frame
All four legs come up the wooden walkway
You both laugh so kindly with one another
I’ve been looking for music lately
How kind for you to play it at my door

Torx Bolts and Thanksgiving Dinners
Gym Membership and Chevrolet Repairs

189 · Feb 2019

Mantra Chant

Ayeglasses Feb 2019

Mantra Chant

The twisting is uncomfortable.
The bending uneasy,
and the stretching unkind.
Dissonance meandering through me, tearing thoughts like paper.
The idea orbits me, burning me as it gets too close.
Freezing when too far away.
Schrodinger-esque placement of both regret and freedom.
Both leading a battle best left fought.

Indecisive Happier

187 · Jun 2019

Cannonball

Ayeglasses Jun 2019

Cannonball

I cannot help but see patterns.
As the couple begins their first sway.
Such beauty comes from the music.
That I learned all from you back one day.

It happens in movies, books, clouds, and conversation.
There's no place to escape it, no district, street, county, or nation.
Whenever it happens, whether I'm frustrated, bored, happy, or blue,
I can't figure out what to say to you.

Everywhere I am. Everywhere I'll be. For awhile.

162 · Jun 2019

Midnight Cookie

Ayeglasses Jun 2019

Midnight Cookie

Butterflies taste with their feet.
With so many in my stomach,
I taste with mine too.
Each step a foray into the new,
pulling your body through the air
as if to give you the same feeling.

A sky date

155 · Jul 2019

Seven Skeletons

Ayeglasses Jul 2019

Seven Skeletons

Such things happen;
among a pile of bones.
Every skeleton unique
and hidden from eyes.
Yet with pieces constant
the puzzle changes.
So many skeletons,
so many bones.
Skulls pressed together,
but will the rest stay alone?

Dark River.

151 · Jul 2019

Catch me on Fire

Ayeglasses Jul 2019

Catch me on Fire

If you're already here in the future
Perhaps I shall be
As already I've been in daydreams
However childish they are

I have unclaimed my arms
History grasps at my back
Still it slows me
But I can enjoy the thoughts

Perhaps this tower will
Such towering height
Such fascinating tone
I make no assumptions
But I enjoy the daydreams

Three Courses

149 · Nov 2019

Letters to a Black Hole

Ayeglasses Nov 2019

Letters to a Black Hole

Hyperdense and ‘empty’ we are to be
yet since the beginning, you’ve pulled on me.
Little waves of gravity whispering,
sweet signals on a horizon as comforting

Your silhouette cast only by the death of stars
So rarely I see you through these cosmic wars
Trillions between us counting down to the last
The bright music of time plays as the novae all blast.

I’ll devour a galaxy, a cluster, a quark
Just to be near you in what’s left of the dark
Tear one another apart in a giant display
When we touch and give all of our light away

Timeless

147 · Oct 2022

Eigendecomposition

Ayeglasses Oct 2022

Eigendecomposition

As if it could touch a deity,
a feeling embodied in the fingertips of Adam, it could.
A reach into the rumors amongst passers-by,
lifetimes woven into alleyways, backpacks.

Is it not enough to love vibrantly, like a window in daylight?
To not only be seen, but to be seen through -
reflecting back blurred gestures and nervous habits.
Translating the apparition into sighs and enamor.

The core - the eigendecomposition - speaks confidently.
Hiding in each each verbal pillar the tiniest wound.
Down in the space below, the basis for it -
that feeling embodied in the fingertips of Adam.
Reaching as such towards rapture of the deep,
hoping in each joint to love so deeply,
it was as if it could touch a deity.

Writing about love *****

145 · Mar 2019

Remembrance

Ayeglasses Mar 2019

Remembrance

I'm good at being a memory.
For those remembering me as a son.
I'm good at being a memory.
By those remembering me as a friend.
I'm good at being a memory.
Thought by those who loved me.
Yet a memory I will be.

I'm a memory for those of my family.
A memory for all those past friends.
A wisp in the mind of a lover.
I'm a bad memory for them in the end.

Rot

144 · Apr 2020

Lee Emilee

Ayeglasses Apr 2020

Lee Emilee

It is these embers that I feel spite
Borne of the fire fuel’d by due diligence
Oftentimes float past my skin
Glimmer with whimsy as they do not touch
Yet when they do I am tempted to dive
I want you to be unhappy
For what love you withheld;
I want you to change back
For you aren’t what I loved;
There are no others.

These pass as a sting to my flesh but a moment
Heat remains only as an afterthought
I will recall purple skies and shoulder teardrops.
I will recall pianos and construction sites.
My spite is human - but its passing is humane.

moments of spite in the nostalgia of love

144 · Jan 2023

Instead

Ayeglasses Jan 2023

Instead

It's with a small heat
Given time and time again
Carefully waiting

Virtuous - Haiku

141 · Sep 2023

Que cute - residency card

Ayeglasses Sep 2023

Que cute - residency card

Touching forearms can cause a rash.
At least, it did. Whatever occurred, allergy.
Tanto faz, já aconteceu lá atrás.
Mas o lembrar - ô pra lembrar

May such thoughts exist only in passing,
amanhecendo pra acabar aqui assim
Recordings and so much distance make
a vibrant view. Sinto falta da minha cidade.

Let it be an itch on my forearms.
Allow me to feel touch, to both see and experience
beauty however it so permits.
Não dá pra experimentar tanto assim.

Redemption is not supposed to come as we’d like.
Tô permitido pra fazer isso no outro idioma?
Lembro da coceira e I wish you to be the pain
in my kneecaps.

Critique is a dear friend

140 · Mar 2019

Gun.

Ayeglasses Mar 2019

Gun.

I am riddled with bullets.

With wretched caliber I haven't felt.
Struck with haunting sound, my skin tears gracefully under the direction of your barrel.

That had I been, would have guided those horsemen towards my body with grip taught by the pulling of your hand.

140 · Aug 2019

Supreme

Ayeglasses Aug 2019

Supreme

I had a great time.
A muse, in hindsight you were.
Passing thoughts float by.

Old Texts at Lunchtime

138 · Jul 2019

Response

Ayeglasses Jul 2019

Response

Stuck in the past too
Remember our Saturday
Perhaps forever

Haiku
I need it again.

138 · Nov 2022

Galvanize; Rust; Rust

Ayeglasses Nov 2022

Galvanize; Rust; Rust

It percolates through these lungs when breathing in
Never to be that way, oh my god
never to be

All those little bits of oxygen entering the bloodstream
yearning for that sacred resting of the ear
the joy is felt at a distance

Pass through the chambers and fuel the body
eyes and smiles and more eyes again
an inverse person, a void - cannot reach out

Energy to the tendons, the muscles, all of it
new pulse allows the outstretching of hands
never to be that way, oh my god

an inverse person, a void - trying to reach out
let the hand suspend itself, let it galvanize,
let it rust; rust. Never to be

To have an iPhone on the ledge kind of person. A joy that cannot be shared