Foogle

Foogle Jan 12

its backspace backspace backspace
thoughts you cant get rid of
a person in the mirror you have to live with and yet cant love
things left undone and unfinished, unstarted and unlooked
tears uncried and yet fear seeping like paint in wounds
memories justifying what you cant dare to face
nights left wondering if emotions are returned with the same fire they are forged in
a ravaging storm that you wake up to, mellowing in sewers, mellowing, mellowed;
seeing everything, taking notes and paranoid
missing yourself and people you swore to never remember
but yet hearts crawl back like vines intertwining under sunlight
bound to the force of life like nasty parasites
eating the scraps of memory swore forgotten and unturned

Foogle Jan 7

loser on the sidewalk

unwavering affection
stands a quiet loser on the sidewalk
peeling every line and every eye
just to help the mundane person live their daily life
it pedestals and admires
to a stranger who won’t know
paints a photo never taken

unwavering affection
has to fiddle and can’t sit still
a boiling *** of water never stopped to simmer
bubbling over but
never erupting

Foogle Jan 6

Magpie Feathers

we collected magpie feathers and pretended we could fly

but mortals like us can really only die

a camaraderie built in the rain is one that will stain

the smallest starts and the deepest hearts

Foogle Jan 6

Tomorrow

tomorrow exists forever, it wraps you in trust and repetition,

you plan for it to happen, it plays to your intuition,

but remember, things can lie just to get by,

on one of your tomorrows, all your cries will have been cried,

one of your tomorrows will be a dream never dreamt,

one of your tomorrows, tomorrows promise will be lent,

to another kid who wishes on tomorrow.

"there's always tomorrow"

Foogle Jan 3

that's, me!

in mirrors i tend to stare, and I see a pair
of blank lies and blank eyes
my head tilts cause that person, sometimes i forget;
is me!
but i never say it proud, out loud
cause, heck

thats me

that person over there
lurking in the windows and the water
doesn't know who i am; anything about me
but heck,
i forget

thats me

Foogle Jan 2

Love

Love is an unsaid message
backspaced in a text box
an unsent email
an unexpressed emotion
unwritten on a piece of paper

love is a secret
a warming melody in the icy wind...

Foogle Jan 1

admirers

a single pair of searching, empty eyes
drifting, hiding all of its silent cries
more and more people, they sift through the plane
in through the single crowded lane
really, there is no end to the endless chasing
even you, you're just there, impossibly waiting
rear view mirror shows no road behind
still, you sit, awaiting one of your kind

an acrostic