spacedrunk: Favorites

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

R

you silly man,
you silly bibliophile..
you lover of green tea.
i never expected this to happen.
i never expected you to say
that you loved me.
i never did.

i'm not sure of
how you mean't it but
you see, i thought i loved you
earlier in the year...
and i do.

but, maybe not in the way you
expect it to be so.

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Help I'm Alive

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

Earthchild

Help I'm Alive

Tired bruises
bloomed under her eyes
like spring flowers

Her voice
once singing like canaries
drowned
into a whispering breeze

And that soft smile
so warm
desinegrated to ash

Vanishing into oblivion

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[I'd do that for you]

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

M Clement

[I'd do that for you]

Un-motivation,
I have a way about me.

Are you enjoying me, anonymous reader?
Because my self-indulgence is wearing on I.

Let's **** the flame together.
There's a mess on the table.

If I ignore her, will she eventually leave me be?

Thoughts, thoughts, and scatter-plot dots
I've got intelligence down to a science.

Do I write for you?
Do I write for me?
Do I write for Him?
Do I write for she?

Who's the head?
And who's the heading?
Who's the body?
We're just beginning.

Musical significance on the back-note taste bud of my lower sound registry.
That was a long line.

I like the 4th wall, if only because it breaks for me.

Alligator tears have no place here,
and nor does this lackadaisical approach.

I hope you all ride first class,
and I ride coach.

[Title]

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

#somber

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

M Clement

#somber

I still look towards you,
apparently, when I'm drinking;
I've done it sober, too.
I check up on you every now and again.
Hoping things are better than they were.

I imagine this on typewriter paper,
and I imagine myself a better man than I am.

And then I realize, that it's not, and I am working on me...
and that I'm sorry that I hurt you.

I often wonder if you'd have been better if I were never in your life.

I hate hashtags, but I also hate melodrama, no matter how true it may be. So while I feel this, I felt I had to offset it with sarcasm. Yay, let's hide our feelings!

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

Untitled

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

Nemo

Untitled

Bending back the slate.
Somehow finding enough force in scrawny half pound arms
to grasp that vision's mostly in my brain.
And if i know the world
and if i know myself
skin prickling lines of hate do a lot less damage,
cause a lot less pain.
Noticing the corners, feeling their raspy edge
as they scrape up your throat
and out onto the ground before.
Self-awareness only helps to see the ****
that applies more
to the one who wrote
than it ever will.

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

trash cans.

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

Nemo

trash cans.

There's a soft grating in between your finger tips.
A thin slot of knuckles, for nickels and dimes
when they drop from pant-pocket holes, worn and guilty.
It's always harder to take than it is to give.
But trash cans never regret.
Purpose: Check.
Validity: Check.
Reality: Hand-drawn check in black sharpie across the steel.
Sink deeply, black ink
welcomed wearily into the soul
through clasped hands,
past kneeling knees
and off the sidewalk cracks into the grass
while their eyes are still closed,
trying to feel the touch of the invisible.
Matter is what matters,
not reality,
or the shreds each mind tapes back together;
the pictures esteemed by an eye forgot.
Points of view are only valuable when they aren't,
And I guess that's a disappointment, with too much proof.

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

I Pledge Allegiance

Nov 2013 spacedrunk

Yates

I Pledge Allegiance

I pledge allegiance to a country that's done nothing for me.
I pledge allegiance to this ticking corporate time bomb, counting down the number of people left outside of its marketing cage.

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

Clock counting down the number of days left until a new order passes, tying us tighter to the system we all say we want to avoid, the system hiding in the shadows of everything we do.

I pledge allegiance to "by the people for the people" turned "by the people for the money" because that's the fuel of the freedom we value so highly as to put a price on it, as if that's a measure of its worth.

I pledge allegiance to impossible standards laid out in HD clarity on screens too far from reality to reach, sending the message that worth is now measured by a number on a scale instead of what's in your heart.

I will no longer pledge allegiance this false sense of truth hiding behind a mask of lies,

Instead I'll pledge allegiance to the memory of one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.