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Apr 2015 · 1.4k
In days
alex waddell Apr 2015
In days of mud and rust
The clean rain falls (in droplets)
Into my eyes (and down our throats)

Our eyes
Will catch every living (and non living)
Thing

As a piece of magic
A fleck of stardust on the horizon
A spark of energy beaming from our lives
Thanks to Ashley L for your writing advice.
Apr 2015 · 285
June 2013
alex waddell Apr 2015
I see
The clouds
Clean and free of color
Blackening

I hear
The leaves
They speak of seams
Pulling

I don't know what to
think
But dream of love
Growing
Apr 2015 · 230
June 4, 2013
alex waddell Apr 2015
In lieu of my strength I choose
to fade

In place of my death
I bathe

In the moonlight wealth
I'm made
Apr 2015 · 262
March 3, 2014
alex waddell Apr 2015
When my knees are replaced wrists bound in place these feet won't race these eyes can't change what they've seen
Find me

I'll be in trees high up where sun shines bright the longest day in
Creeks all waters flowed away there
Under the stairs in hide away I store my shame it comes to play I have to say what would it take for everything to
Stop

For a little while we dance I love you past your shirt and pants and then we sit and play and touch I feel afraid its just too much, too good
To be for me

As true as the leaves on the edge of spring, so real as water above my head. For you
Are a creature of all creatures
An animal of your own desire
And I am watching
Learning
Waiting
For you
To look
For me
Apr 2015 · 293
October 9, 2011
alex waddell Apr 2015
She was a drive-by beauty
The roadside resistance
As they passed they stretched their necks
Yet never stopped to stare
Mar 2011 · 397
drather b
alex waddell Mar 2011
i'd rather be
a mute
than walk through fields
of opportunablooms
and be at risk to say
i love
and have you love me too
Feb 2011 · 760
Cnfsn
alex waddell Feb 2011
Wake up, Confusion, it's bed time
Mamma's singing Daddy's rhyme
Dad he does as mamma says
Mom she never makes the beds

Like a fool, Confusion, stand proud
Make your self heard, quitely, get loud
Travel abroad by staying in bed
Watch the moon rise till noon (instead)

skip the sun that set too soon

Sun the skip that too soon set
The standards of this mignionette
Sheets so warm and quilts so smooth
Hot bed rocks, Con, let them sooth

Fu, you know the way to life
Born today died then in strife
Let's make this one rhyme, whall we, Sion?

pas du tout pas du tout pas du tout
Feb 2011 · 612
Ask me what
alex waddell Feb 2011
Ask me what
My deepest secret is

And i can't say

Pick Scratch Slice and Pull
Pain Hurt Feeling
Pain

make it stop make it stop make it stop

i don't want to go
To go anywhere tomorrow
i don't want to wake
Wake up

Bake up, burn me alive as i sleep

Abduct me
Take me away
Turn my insides in front of me so
i'll see what's underneath
The residue
Buildup
Filth

Waste mockery of Existence:
Unite and take over!
Art!
All spiraling cycles
Electrons move in circles
We're all spin offs of the
universe multiverse Omniverse
We're all gasses cooled down
Inhale, make them spin faster

May as well
Feb 2011 · 403
stew
alex waddell Feb 2011
Remember when          i said i spilled
Spilled me out for you to see?
Well now i've leaked all over the place
Drops of me pressing into lost attentions

Jack he looked at me
Jack he scratched my head
Said
He liked my hair

Not me
Feb 2011 · 740
i've only mourned a Bird
alex waddell Feb 2011
Mamma found him in his cage while I was away
At Jordan Ray’s
Talons up, feathers flat

.

Dearest neglect of Joey the bird
Lived in a pink cage,
Grew bright green feathers with a light blue spot on his shoulder.
Sister bought him at a mall cart,
Saved him, it seemed,
But now it’s clear that his fate was condemned
A live heart beat quick in hollow bones

.

From Jordan’s I rushed,
Hurried to confirm the news of my mother’s text:
“Joey died. You need to come home and clean your room”
Warm hearts beat cold in the blaze of August morning

Mamma, I found, she put him in the trash
Like a piece of pie with one bite taken
I found him lain upon heaps of pear peelings
Doomed in line to decompose
Among the **** and waste of the world

I picked him up

Placed him into a small shoe box

“Come on, Joey bird, lay in here”

It’s warm and dry and safe

Joey lay there, patient and dead
I took him in the yard
Out of the room he’d been in
Since sister brought him home

I found him a tree to chirp in, great oak

I placed his box on the grass and dug
Dug
Dug until I went beneath some roots

Kept digging
Unearthing pebbles and insect homes
Disheveling years of dirt and order

.

The heat of the day was boiling on my swelling soul
How could mother throw him in the trash?
Was he not alive; a thing? As much a miracle as you or me?
And my sister, his keeper, was not there to witness

Finally joey fit right
Fit just where he needed to be
The base of a great oak tree

Whose roots would **** him in
Like the lump in my heart did
With every scoop of soil
Like the love missed in life that joey died without

.

That was the first day I hated my mother
That was the first time I missed my sister
That was the only life I’ve ever mourned
Dec 2010 · 669
there
alex waddell Dec 2010
there is a house that
i keep beginning to dream about and
i don't want to go inside

there is a neighborhood full of houses
too close to the street
they're all empty and open
they have lakes and oceans in their
backyards
and green carpets line hallways white with ice

and there's that one house
i won't drift near it
Dec 2010 · 528
so
alex waddell Dec 2010
so
so sad
trees grow
where none will stop to stare
so slick
green stark
along roads wet with snow
so nice
rocking chairs
on windy wintry mornings
so sweet
your kiss
when eyes are closed not fawning
Dec 2010 · 636
bumbo
alex waddell Dec 2010
Tree trunks rising
show horizons
(Not where sky meets ground)
That cannot be found

places where silence
breeds sound
that cannot be peace
where shall we lead?

let me know
if somethings going down
i'll catch up
when i'm done

don't lead me home
lead me where my foxes live
they're so bright they'll know
the follow tree trunks
they've never sunk
o! hunters
run!
Dec 2010 · 668
dunno
alex waddell Dec 2010
Where have you been,
Friend?
Can't we be
Friends?

Lets stand on moons
Of glacier ice
We'll bring blankets
And sinner's vice

So clear our moon
We'll truly see
Everything
Underneath

So clear in our heads
We can breathe
Each others thoughts
We'll be free

No matter
How clear (we see)
There will always be
Our moon, you and me
Sep 2010 · 629
crash
alex waddell Sep 2010
running through grassy green
humid sweat seeping through seams
it seems, my seams, you may soon break
Sep 2010 · 617
cycling
alex waddell Sep 2010
we entered together
into the forest of humans
down streets aligned
in rows and curves

I sped ahead
left them behind
for them to find
their own way

I pedaled the pavement
hearing nothing
no barks or *****,
no neighbors or cars

surely I would have found them by now

my mind was bending,
how much time was I spending?
will I ever make it back?

surely so,
though after every row,
i felt less and less at home
deeper into the zone
of bends and curves
when will i break?
Sep 2010 · 564
blush dreaming
alex waddell Sep 2010
There is a dream that visits me
Shows you and me and nicer things
We're on a cliff
It's raining across the sea

I see your face through sun glares
Cheeks feel blush hot at your stare
My eyes burn to take a glimpse yet
I long to look away

A change of heart
You don't want me

I'll leave you alone
As sun glares frighten your sight
I'm afraid of you
Then wake up bathed in light
Jul 2010 · 654
flake of truth
alex waddell Jul 2010
i can't say clever quotes and i don't tack roses to my wall.
i don't dress nicely and i am not as beautiful as she.
i don't expect you or anyone to love me.

my taste in music is bland and i read oh slow.

my back is not defined and my thighs are vast.

my mind is mental and my teeth are dental

but there's not a **** thing i can do about it.
Jul 2010 · 465
you and she
alex waddell Jul 2010
As I look up, The constellations
you are
Dimmed by lights of burning warmth
is she
As far away as I drive,
you find bright
You've escaped

I'll learn to identify your skin
How light correlates to form
you are

Since I'm alone, you can't hold my hand
Can she?
Jul 2010 · 545
Tired I am
alex waddell Jul 2010
Tired I am, as unwanted as a ghost
Since I confessed I cant stop spilling
My mind out to whoever wants to hear

You are unknown to my heart
Yet she knows you so well
I reach out in the dark
You're there, kiss my cheek

Wondering why I cant call you home
Can't call your phone

She'll answer, my heart, and she won't understand.
She's finally confessed
    what a mess

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