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2.4k · Aug 2014
david jm Aug 2014
Even when I use pencil
I'd rather douse atrocities in graphite hell
Than succumb to the white-pink corrector god.

To reveal myself my weakness
Is nature's impression on the mattress
Of my unconscious mind.
2.4k · Jul 2014
Bedroom Blinds
david jm Jul 2014
Gaping valleys,

Spaced enough to
Let daytime prevail
And to let horrors imagine themselves
In the black lung membrane
Of 3 a.m.
For my blinds.
1.5k · Jul 2014
Nancy Thompson Syndrome
david jm Jul 2014
Dream is but a life,
Severed from congruence and chronology.
Did I imagine my memory?
The adolescent blizzard,
The tar pits of first love,
The prepubescent honeycomb,
The shedding of innocent skin,
The infant cobweb spun by genetics.
Death at the leg of my mate,
Birth among a thousand siblings.

Climbing to the ground
From the sky where i was buried,
Resting in rapid eye ether,
Transparent atmospheres solidify
With ruby whips of gravity.
My reflection in your fingernails,
My face askew in distortion,
Your hand's a house of mirrors,
Peeling at my silhouette.
I'm drinking fire,
As we cremate the sea.

Nirvana becomes panoramic,
The air ripples.
The topaz pillar i held becomes my body pillow,
And I wipe the sleep from my eye.

The dream unstitched,
We sew reality back up,
But the thread gets thin
At night.
1.3k · Aug 2014
david jm Aug 2014
Anxious for my
Afternoon embalming.
Flushed free,
Laying down the masonry
Of trees yet
To be.

I must confess I want a jack and ginger.

My favorite manieur de mots,
Your offspring making
Silk of my spit.
Two book wormholes,
Circumventing travel,
Welding my smoggy sand castle
To the grey island you anchor.
Would you care to
Fatten up Elpis
With me?
For my pen friend.
1.3k · Jul 2014
Famished Bright Side
david jm Jul 2014
Its all cool beans and sour grapes,
Grandma left behind a lot.
"Its not enough to make the month",
But famines worse than
Not enough.
Fuzzy kinescope flashes
Of stone soup,
Beefy greens,
Leafy trees,
Chewy allusion.
Bathing in your memory
Like a honey moor.
1.2k · Aug 2014
david jm Aug 2014
At times,
Cold departures leave
A stain of faith.
You're departure,
However hellish,
Remains immaculate,
Even as you turn
With a blizzard on your heel,
Kicking Winter in
My eye.

You replace him up there.
Not in piety but
In hierarchy,
Of the royal void breed.
I tailor the nails to your palm
And broken foot.
Drying like slaughterhouse
Meat on my clothesline.

I found our nature
Profoundly meaningless.
Was it transcendence?
Algor Mortis?
Or did my new eyes
Survive incubation?
I await the birth pangs
Of sight,
Callousing the whole,
From lid to lash.
My brother asked if this was about Jesus so I thought I should clarify that it is not, and I'm not Christian. This is about making something/someone (lover,parent,friend,addiction) into something almighty and overpowering,
but seeing them differently by the end (the departure) and not knowing if it's them who is different or your perspective (new eyes).
1.1k · Nov 2014
david jm Nov 2014
Shaken past consideration on my way to never again,
Once more toes break and bend to send away for better air.
Tethered to forever by force of will or won't you believe it.
Feed my limestone stomach with the bitter bigots loneliness.
Crash, amnesia..
Oh just forget it.
1.1k · Aug 2014
Pharaoh Moans
david jm Aug 2014
The ugly jazz in your stride,
Your snow drenched tombstone simper,
And your bruised peach overcoat of skin
Have been dethroned but
Will never be replaced.
My hearts a museum and
You're the big T-Rex all the kids came to see.
1.1k · Jul 2014
Love Like Leprosy
david jm Jul 2014
Too much time at hand
To see my life unravel.

Although I travel eyes to ground,
I seem to get around quite sound.

So it seems my life's a Monet,
Money killed me in a way.

Chimeras cannot fill my belly,
Soon my soul must get to selling.

Govern oceans with the moon,
Until our axis turns with death

Gravity will leak its pressure
As lonely lovers live as lepers.
1.0k · Jul 2014
david jm Jul 2014
A ceremony in disguise,
Protective animus inside.
Twist gold on fingers crucified,
Next in a line for sacrifice.

Please don't panic,
Its under control.

The spirit forcing its way out,
Selective hearing, angry mouth.
We hear it whispering the doubts.
Drowning love in times of drought.

Please don't panic,
Its under control.

Experimented on in dreams.
Through walls and sleep they carried me.
Offer the fish but no one chases.
Somebody's been here,
Someone faceless.

Please don't panic
Its under control.
Its about a dream where i got married and abducted by aliens. Hadn't written one that rhymed in a while.
1.0k · Oct 2014
Luxury Laxative
david jm Oct 2014
On a serious note
I'm just playfighting God,
Ring around my iris
Flightless little bird,
Bereaved and slaughtered at a daffodil's foot.
Correct me if I'm right,
Sense was made without me here.
Into sleep I sink,
I can feel the brink approaching.
Stalking through aneurysms bane veil, Dripping dream and stink
and hope.
Blind, naive, native, childhood hope is all I am.
I'm living,
I'm livid,
I'm living,
I'm livid,
I'm living,
I'm livid.
1.0k · Aug 2014
david jm Aug 2014
I failed the failure's exam
With honors.
Give me a scoop of harakiri.
Ectoplasmic gastric acid ****.
I'm a cauldron soul.
I jump the sword often,
With a pen mighty foolish.
Guns Almighty Love ****..
Gaping, blistered, gangrened LOVE.
Black dog eat dog.
Black cat luck.
Barely-there black jaguar spots.
White paled pink hope dies (dyes).
Funnel your ethics,
Fumigate your reason.
Lazy leopard
Scratch my face off.
Eat it.
Enjoy it.
Hate it.
1.0k · Aug 2014
Heavy Waits, Lighter Habits
david jm Aug 2014
I haven't seen the sun for days.
I missed it so much
I forgot how much I hate it.
You're like a cherub
With its guts on the floor.
Like the poppy and
Its black venom.
I tried to get tired,
Now I'm out of steam.
The engine crawls to its feet
To sweat out my insomnia.
Floral engagement.
Married arrangement.
Dystopian harpischord sings
In my ear.
I'll bottle your scent
To make up for my
Dopamine deficiency.
My eyes are fossilized.
Give me
Suboxone with the Irish juice please.
david jm Jul 2014
maths no skeleton key.
sometimes dividing subtracts meaning
from everything.
983 · Sep 2014
Superficial Superstition
david jm Sep 2014
I'm no entozoologist,
But I've had enough of
Your ensiform dance,
I'm not your host anymore.
I don't mind and
I don't soul.

Our copycat streak ends
In body bag humor.
Stride away like a ******
With a nest to hide
And I'll paint myself shivers.

Death's blue tongue and
The fuzzy pink tide of birth
Keep pulsing as if
You never came around.
I don't mind and
I don't soul.
925 · Jul 2014
A Cosmic Barren
david jm Jul 2014
I'm your mother,
You're my son
In fantasy we are as one.

Stay away,
We cancel out,
Keep a distance safe with me.

I'm contracted
To contract,
I can't let you out again.

I'm a black hole.
I'm infertile.
Won't you please
Just be my sun?
sorry if this is offensive.
david jm Jul 2014
at the sight of you
moons are dull grey spotlights
flat, dimensionless, and known.
which could make us akin
if i let the end begin.

but i drag it out and twist it tight
all strapped in place
i dig a tunnel in my soft spot.

stretch the truth until it breaks its back.
bones of sugar
clumped together like lonely hydrogen
in a coronal marsh.
i thought i could tame it.

i see
silver and black wind
builders and watchmen.
your world famous carousel hugs
turn to languorous shrugs
but they both make me dizzy.

a gaze eclipsed for the moment
you're less a mind, more a slogan.

when his eye meets yours
it leaves behind
898 · Jul 2014
david jm Jul 2014
Birthday bust,
Awaken busted.
Had to ***** it,
That's where life goes.
I miss Servo.
Insight spiteful
Faking foolish.
Good news
Giada can't melt,
Or hex wells.
Drink me
And set sail
To coma.
863 · Jul 2014
david jm Jul 2014
forgotten freedom.
caught insomnia
in a mausoleum,
fighting nausea.
am i doin well?
drool against my will
until the light floods in.

sunday tunnel vision.
perfect colorblind.
ill-prepared and scared.
falling way too high.
don't change the subject.
my stomachs upset.
burning lovesick.
stick together eye to eye.

stitch letters together
into dated wisdom.
winds of change approaching,
much too proud to listen.
mortgage mortuaries,
buried in my debt.
have you ever slept?
i dreamt a dream then i forgot.
810 · Jul 2014
Pipe Dreams
david jm Jul 2014
A slab of wood
Entwined with copper and nickel.
That's all you are.
I feel your humanity at times.
It could just be the heat from my hands
Still fuming off your glossy surface
Like boiler room pipes.
Pipe down your pipe dreams sonny,
You're no Kurt Cobain.
For my guitar.
* A "pipe dream" is a common expression for a fantasy, not a metaphor for drugs.
784 · Sep 2014
david jm Sep 2014
The sun leaves,
A shadow spills.
Shallow fields buzz and
My thoughts are deep.
Fried my brain like devils.
Who's the chicken now,
Make your riches bow
Who's fooling who.
It's not the sentiment it's the predicate,
Predictable or scripted
Deprived of life and
776 · Jul 2014
Closer (For Ian Curtis)
david jm Jul 2014
Its closing in.
I'm still moving inside.
Closed off
With clothes on
Top of clothes
On top of me.
I've outgrown
But I'm getting closer
To the
773 · Aug 2014
Black Heat Wave Goodbye
david jm Aug 2014
I stepped outside in my gloom fuzz,
With black clouds strapped to my back.
I even grimace at children nowadays.

On the path to my mailbox,
Hunched over myself,
Eyes chained to the pavement,
I felt the urge to glare at the sun
And witness as it glared right back.

A sunbeam of empathy,
Drooling light into my bruises,
She slapped me with her
Warm-honey white palm,
And for the first time this year
I'm glad to be alive.
david jm Sep 2014
Flesh like an imagination,
Fur on fire lights the way
Through shrubby jungle puzzles.

Forest keeps eating the path.
My sanctimonious half,
Shaken from an ancient sleep.

Trauma swoons with swift row,
Inner, Present, Equaled.
Sear platforms of self through scenery.

No safety to harbor.
Age is wasted on the old,
Didn't know wisdom is ethereal.

Oblivious to the fact I
Outlived my inner circle.
Justify your justice,
My toys don't talk anymore.
728 · Jul 2014
Circus Story
david jm Jul 2014
Guilt was my new device,
Left outside my habitat.
Falling chest first,
Heavy hearts killed the acrobats.
719 · Jul 2014
Forest Fire
david jm Jul 2014
As a child
I burned grass for fun,
Killing insects along with it.

As a man
I burn grass for fun,
Killing memories along with it.

When I grow old,
I'll burn grass for chemotherapy,
And laugh along with it,
Bet you can't guess what its about.
688 · Aug 2018
david jm Aug 2018
What's the jungle doing up so late?
How's the afternoon a blinding night?
Why did all of God evacuate?
Who's the fire gonna wake up now?
Where you headed?
Let me tag along,
Now is not the time to **** the cows,
But we've crossed our hearts through lines they'd drawn,
So my faith is sleeping on the couch.
684 · Oct 2014
Day In Flux
david jm Oct 2014
The humor flies right over heads,
Like leaves off trees much too overgrown.
Quick to shoot and stab in darkness,
Naked kitchen table manners,
Plastic flaccid people actors,
Vacant star shaped locket
Picture frames a blackmail recipient.
Forget your names for heavens sake.
Preface to my new face in tastelessness,
Fragrant little boomer baby.
669 · Jul 2014
Bathroom Thoughts Vol. 2
david jm Jul 2014
If a military veteran
with P.T.S.D. dresses in drag,
Is he a traumaqueen?
668 · Jul 2014
Pattern Atrophy
david jm Jul 2014
I can recognize the symbols now,
A God complex is simple thought.
A happy night.
A Saturday.
We're number three from Mother Sun.

Sister Nature is my father,
Brother Earth in animus.
Out of line,
Just out of spite.
A blackout can't account for this.

Taping up the horse's mouth,
Reality is not relieving.
If this was real
I wouldn't have to hold on like it's leaving.

Awoke but never fell asleep,
The endless sleep has found a stop.
I can be your cellophane,
If you'll be my Salem's Lot.

Avoid the windows,
Faith is burning.
Too alive,
And too unnerving.
the circles I live in.
668 · Feb 2016
Pablo Tombstone
david jm Feb 2016
I bled my soil,
Broke the gavel,
Burned the court
And blinded God.
Freedom gets ugly when taken seriously.
But only LIONS take it at all.
655 · Jul 2014
Bad Timing Buddah
david jm Jul 2014
Life's too short to hold a grudge,
But that doesn't make it short.
It's quite long, mundane and pointless,
If you gain objective focus.
Some greet this view with grief and damns,
"I'm free to suffer at my hands".
I'm also free to **** my mind,
The ***** where illusion thrives.
But I'm fond of our condition now,
At peace when lost in the Bermuda,
Don't save me now, I want to hurt!
You've got ****** up timing,
Don't you Buddah?
the human condition.
627 · Jul 2014
Milky Way Mausoleum (10w)
david jm Jul 2014
Dreaming death,
I chase the Sun,
To earn my urn.
Just noticed how much of my writing revolves around the sun.
598 · Jul 2014
Moment Hunter
david jm Jul 2014
You stalk your prey
With a lens in hand.
The shutter is your bear trap.
Scratchy surface lens,
Warping the ambiance,
The years blew that glass eye for you.
Capture the intangible,
It's a
Magical Palpable,
Illusion Impossible,
Transparent Magnificent.
But you just call it your camera.
Standing in light
Is the only way to make a shadow,
Can you capture that?
597 · Jul 2014
david jm Jul 2014
I approach,
And carve a "Hello"
Out of my marble voice.
Before an exchange is made past introduction,
I stand there,

Plunging inward,
Hands crawling through the dark,
Gliding between muscle and nerve,
***** and blood,
Wrapped between and under
A bouquet of bone,
Traveling the tunnels behind my chest,
Spiraling humbly in and out of every rib
In the shape of the Special Beam.

Coddled in a diaphragm home,
My voice rocking back and forth
With a death grip on its shins,
Knees under chin,
Mumbling grievances of social disorder.

Courage dilutes in exhales,
Each breath shorter than the last,
Only enough brave in veins to utter
As I turn and walk away.
Its about looking for my voice, and failing.
576 · Jul 2015
Half a Peace of Mine
david jm Jul 2015
give it up for the "get down's",
frown with a clown soul,
dont pretend -
clamshells break my friend.

sentenced to life in a paragraph.

get high for the low life's.
i shoot cops through a needle
straight to my heart.

paraphrased a life sentence.

only one lesson lessens.
and time drags and flies away,
one more city to bury
in static dreams .
573 · Jul 2014
david jm Jul 2014
Without a doubt
The faith was lost
Below the salt.

Dawn's eyes
Not so much Viridian,
Slightly less...
Dusk swims up its favorite tree
And collapses
Dead as death.

Dragon's Breath
Cascades the mountainside
Red fury.

The Sun sweats
U.V. afterbirth,
Drought frenzy,
And carmine fissures.
Flooding eyelids,
And my minds eye.

Ethereal starkness
Sunbathes in the
Of a maniac.
my favorite i've ever written.
561 · Jul 2014
david jm Jul 2014
If we're all the same,
Why do i bleed blue?

If you knew me well,
You'd think something else.

My rhetoric is rhetorical,
I'm not a ******* horoscope.

No two trees are alike,
No two things share a life.

I'm more than a species,
More than an area code.

Will consume me soon.

Living my dream,
Or dreaming my life?

Climbing clouds feels angelic,
Coming down hurts like Hell.

Why can't we be lonely

I'm finally rich,
Buried under pyramids.
These were all separate one liners. They look good together. Less lonely and meaningless.
547 · Jul 2014
david jm Jul 2014
I'm a children's dish,
I'm gaping abyss
I'm a circle feeling out of my element.
I'm an orphans drum
I'm a nameless son
I'm the broken tusk of an elephant.
I'm your swollen eyes
I'm a sacrifice
I'm Mr. Kennedy's last day as president.

I'm an aching head
I'm a dying dog
I'm the feeling that someone is watching you.
I'm a body bag
I'm a copycat
I'm dishonest and I'm the dreams that you hate.
I'm an open wound
I'm a *****'s pet
I am your furniture, show me some respect.

I'm a shadow and a shape
I'm a sheep
I'm awake
I'm you're teeth
I'm alive
I'm the field where you died.
532 · Aug 2014
david jm Aug 2014
Cloistered in clumsy love,
Men make boys of their days,
Nights of their eyes,
Blades of their scent.

Cloistered in clumsy love,
Women make girls of their minds,
Rain of their will,
Pens of their hips.

Save us from the terror,
Save us from each other.
529 · Aug 2014
Ramblings To The Wall
david jm Aug 2014
Luxury is so, so temporal,
So subjective.
Relapse of luxury.
Collapse. Collapse. Collapse.
Vanished by sunrise
Like the scent of jasmine blossoms.
Do I harbor deficiency?
Deficiency harbors much fruit.
Out of the way,
Out farther than Father,
The forest feeds on breath.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Natural death looms over natural life.
Natural life broods over stillbirths.
I am a cyst.
I cannot distill ambition.
Twist my skin.
Twist. Twist. Twist.
Wring my dreams of your stench.
Function and design held hostage.
Intuitions pupil crusts over
No, no, no.
Just a coward.
524 · Aug 2014
Frances The Wet Nurse
david jm Aug 2014
Don't you leave now,
I'm impatient,
Not a patient in this ward.
Where's my mother?
I feel smothered,
"Not another word from you."
I'm enveloped,
Folded in a hazel haze.
A prism prison
Built precision,
Predicated without trust.
My orphan organs
Will demand
Vital signs,
And vitamins.
Leer from your chest,
Scream with my eye,
"Let me in."
"Let me in."
"Let me in."
500 · Sep 2014
david jm Sep 2014
I take my time
as time takes me.

Life is wildfire
For roots of the soul.

The flames will
eat the fossils.

The sea cooked
To perfection embodied.

Night's purple marrow,
Is ours to feast,

The meat is for
The shadow of a flower.

I've broken both knees
Building this fortress so

Sleep deep dandelion,
Dreams can't burn you here.
493 · Aug 2014
Almost Home
david jm Aug 2014
So clean and
Oblique in stature.
Quiet as a pulse.

You're fluent in burns,
The way planets are fluent
In flight.
Not like birds,
Like cherubs.

The whipped dark marble,
Like metal butter,
Splashes a gate
Between us and
The garden maze.
460 · Jul 2014
Omnicreep (10w)
david jm Jul 2014
I see television as a sort of
Socially acceptable
Watching other people live life, instead of living your own is strange.
david jm Jul 2015
At the same time
on the other hand,
I got the same time
on the other hand.
Too bad youre too good to
You can't be not where
You are at the infinite - 
Momentarily there.
Forever scared and frayed
like dad's Broke hands
and dad's broke heart.
And it steps on my dad.
Smothers the invader
with a Catholic hug.
***** fly trap of a man.
The Warden swinging moods and keys
in the face of staring trees.
438 · Oct 2015
david jm Oct 2015
Spit it out like it must be said.
Its on the the tip of my tongue.
This **** is cousin to death,
She's like a father to me.
Big gold cross for my Momma
to show Pops we livin prosperously.
He coughs just like me,
I'm chiefin more than him now.
Candles burn at every turn until
the passion dims out.
Awaiting faith i know will never come to light.
I'll live like this until I'm six feet under Sunnyside.
Raised in the Beach,
You know i slave away in Compton.
One more day to pay the cover charge of living without options.
Pro Club on my black t.
Three lumps in my black tea.
Borderline poor royalty,
Unknown to you,
And it means more to me,
436 · Sep 2014
david jm Sep 2014
I don't believe
In your power or lack thereof.
We are all strong
In a broken winged kind of way.
And flowers are your last award.

The day I'm buried
Will be my best dressed occasion.
On my couch next to burn holes
Remind me
Of the desert we deserted.

Now we
Make wastelands of the beach.
Call my name
Into the new sea, dry as deep space,
Abiding to
My word, I sleep within reach.
435 · Jul 2014
david jm Jul 2014
Love cannot be mapped,
It cleverly conceals its tracks,
Lab rats be ******,
I cannot smell a meal.

Loves bites like bear traps
Our ankles cannot feel,
It burns bright as witches,
And swims like one too.

Love tests the waters
With dives and somersaults,
The Summers that we fall from
Cannot be counted real.

Love's a picture puzzle,
Puzzled by itself.
"Look through me and see the world"
Love told me in a dream.
424 · Jul 2014
david jm Jul 2014
I thought you were a cat,
but now I see you're not.

You have my favorite haircut,
Its reminds me of important women I knew,
Like a teacher I vaguely recall
From my hazy infancy.
My brain was still soft.

But I do remember her hair,
Even though her face is blurred.
Lemon yellow,
It was years before i heard the word blonde.

I picture you,
Slipping fingers through your mane,
Like a cat slips through a fence.
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