#austin
Your name became the jingle
I hated from the moment heard
Then found myself singing it
The following morning
So catchy beneath my lips
It tangled into muscle memory
Too weak to loosen the grip
Of horrendous rhythm
Now laughter brews from concern
That it will never leave my mind
Thankfully
I've prepared for these occasions
Firstly, find distractions
As to
Stuffing my mouth
Clouding my mind
But it only stunts
My new nature
To repeat the sweet ring
Your name gives my heart
I cannot part from the joy
It brings to me like
The coolest toy I begged for
But what I know now all too well is that toy
Will become an afterthought
Collect dust on the tallest shelf
I'll never bother reaching
And I'll move on to the next catchy jingle
Let it marinate in my diaphragm
And allow it to eat me up entirely
Leaving me hollow
Only left with bits and pieces of all
The names I sang
To keep me company
****
I wish I never heard any
Of those **** Jingles
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
He's a Taylor Swift song
Dancing with me in my wildest dreams
He's Sam Hunt and Kane Brown
Giving me a taste of Heaven
Only to disappear when I wake up
He's my delicate heart
Stranded in the ocean
Surrounded by waves
And currents taking him away
He's still all that I need
Even when he doesn't want me
He's Cajun Louisiana
Delicious king cake
Living in sunny California
Giving me the darkest days
He's my white wine nights
When I'm all alone
Praying for his family
Though he won't be mine
He's the smile on my face
The feeling I chase
An unattainable embrace
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 5:35 PM UTC
Think of what you want the most
To share with another human being
And if you can’t envision your lover there
Simply being
It will never be so
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
COLLAB. WITH AUSTIN DRAPER
It’s little more than a quiet thought.
The impending feeling that the loneliness
was a creation of my own imploding self-conscious.
I wouldn’t have hurt you voluntarily,
so what outside force could know my mind so well?
It’s little more than a spoken word.
The rumble of the oncoming storm could be felt
from as close as 1.6 miles away,
where the darkness of your room invaded the
not-so secret spots of your heart.
I’m prone, to the truth in your words.
I’m not used to the idea of confronting my thoughts
And sorting them out to you.
Is it that I spoke wrong words? Or I stopped before they meant anything?
You mean so much, and now you are out of my reach.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
Welcome to Austin
time to go home
you can't stay here
pick up and roam
The roads are all filled
ya can't move around
too many cars
in a liberal town
Mass transit
a huge bicycle joke
more such the lanes
indoors ya can't smoke
The festivals and venues
are filled to the max
renting out homes
paying the city the tax
Artsy and edgy
full of hot air
Uber is back
charging exorbitant fare
Hipsters and pundits
are all here and around
bums living in boxes
old and unsound
Visit us often
and spend all your dough
we can't leave this place
cuz we've nowhere to go
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
They told us, save your water
keep the lakes and streams running blue
conserve all that you can
water the lawn only once a week, not two
You'll save our city's tourism
don't wash your car, or shower everyday
be happy to contribute
save and protect, our waterways
We did as we were told
we saved gallons, hectares, tonnes
our tourism was saved for all
each, and everyone
The letter in the mail
congratulations, now in order
you used so little of this liquid resource
we raised your bill, this quarter
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
The light dims.
The fire dies.
Darkness fills in the blanks.
Sweet release.
Tears against my cheek.
Now met with the dissatisfying drought.
Left alone in desolate cold.
Fear overwhelms.
Not fear of monsters or the simple unknown.
Fear that when my eyes grow heavy I will never lift them again.
I will become a stone.
Unmoved and cold.
To survive these nights alone.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
O'blessed Darkness cover me
Blanket the rushing words & flashing blurs;
The disjointed fragments of blinking walls,
Lights crashing off and on,
Blue, red, green-the marionettes dancing,
So many together and all alone.
It is all a show.
The hiccup of life, the vomiting dream.
I see my life before me;
A slush of goo,
The stink of this world,
Or is that the scallops & escargot?
What have you done to me?
Everything I do myself-
This dream, this life...
Why do I hurt myself so?
Punching mirrors, ***** on porcelain.
Dark, thick-
My throne for many minutes...
Time ticking, time ticking-
I was unaware.
My wooden box was silent,
My wooden life is tragic.
The voices through the walls,
Through the fog and haze-
You okay? You okay? You okay?
I croak a positive.
I have no steady legs-
When have I ever?
I have no:
stable brain
clear thought
decisive moment
steady action
fruitful journey-
All slipping through my fingers...
Like the vomitous goo of tonight.
Everything we have, we lose.
Owning anything is an illusion.
Holding on is meaningless.
I want to go home.
(Everything is nothing)
I want to go home
(there is no sense in anything)
i want to go home.
Please, hold me now.
©Lesley Wood
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
That's the signpost up ahead, yup, this is Austin town
no crazier the venue, ****** coming round
keep Austin weird, the motto
keep on buyin, for the lotto
cuz a win on the morrow, out of Austin, bound
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
this weekend with you went by so fast,
each moment suddenly in the past.
perhaps it speeds up
to make up for time you've stopped.
or maybe it's letting us pass
because it knows we'll last.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
I look at you beside art and I can't spot a difference.
the sight of you redirected my path in an unforeseen instant.
your train can leave but our thoughts have never been known to be distant.
when we speak
it isn't your turn and then my turn.
we continue each other's sentences,
writing a continuous love story
as if we are both suns
producing poetic photosynthesis.
the word "dim"
is now just an antonym
of my colors,
as your shine brings out smiles like they are made of chlorophyll.
and our time together is incapable of standing still.
it can't keep up, we move too fast.
but how can I be blamed
if you brighten everything, no matter how vast?
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
you know when you go to someone's house and the only conditioner they have is two in one?
running into you felt like the polar opposite of that.
above us and within us was poetry in bloom
and hours later we found ourselves in my best friend's room
with our hair intertwined
because those who know both of us
thought you should be mine.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
a scatter of clothes i tried on
then took off
then tried on again
then took off
has become a second carpet to my bedroom floor.
I'll ask you to pick a movie then i won't know whether I want to spend an hour or two with your choice.
I am never sure about anything.
but I am so **** sure I want you.
I want you to hold me and kiss me like one of your cigarettes.
I want you to speak to me in the way you speak in your own mind.
I want to be as special and yours as my favorite smile in the world.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
you are the Austin to my Uniqua
you meet me in the backyard
Pablo watches from inside the house
Tasha cries in the corner
and your still here
but Anthony's not
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
A bject
U pstanding
S crumptious
T alented
I nlove
N oble
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
i liked it that you kissed me once more than tyler did before you left.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
I've been all across Texas , and in return Texas has been all across me
Jim Bowie took a stand at the Alamo
When he had been ordered to retreat
He was perhaps protecting his hoard of gold found in some lost central Texas mine next to Mexicans and the twisting mesquite
Austin has a city limits
Full of out of state conceit
And it's a two day crossing
While it's snowing on one side
The other is summer heat
They grow sugar cane in the south
Up north winter wheat
My sister was born forsaken
In Wichita Falls complete
Black widow spiders , scorpions
The backyard full of rattlesnakes
That we used to beat
She was the only rose
that had the Yellow hair
And when she left Texas
She never went back there
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
Two people can be great
But just not always with each other
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
When I was a little girl
I imagined what my husband would be like
I imagined him kissing me when he walked through the door
I imagined him loving me with his whole heart
And when I met you
I knew exactly what he would look like
And that he would kiss me when he walked through the door
And he would love me with his whole heart
But somewhere that disappeared
I never imagined my husband would let me down
I never imagined I would cry on the edge of our bed all alone
I never imagined the weight of my heavy, sad heart would drag me down
I never imagined you could stop loving me
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
How suddenly we became
two people who forgot who they were
How suddenly we forgot
what is was to love each other
How suddenly we became
two strangers who sleep in the same bed
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
The moment you walked into the room,
tousled hair, guitar case in hand,
I knew I had to talk to you.
Your forest eyes were tired but you tried so hard to seem interesting,
and I was determined
to find my way through those emerald pines
so tightly sequestered in your iris to
your mind.
Everything was lighthearted until the drive home.
You told me we should definitely talk or hang again soon.
Keeping in mind that it was me you were talking to,
I chuckled awkwardly and waved it off.
"It's more something you'll have to follow up on.
"It doesn't matter how many times I ask to go places,
"See people,
"Everyone forgets about me.
"It's okay though. I'll see you around."
Obviously, I'm not good at first impressions.
I saw you around, here and there,
when suddenly, we lost a mutual friend.
I'd been crushing on your irish charm for some time now.
You were nearing the end of a relationship.
The most ****** up thing,
is the fact that
I knew
that I loved you
when
you walked into the room
holding her hand.
It's ironic- and kind of unnerving-
that three weeks later,
you were taking me on our first date.
Despite the location--
Country Christmas, Pewaukee, WI--
the color that was most vibrant was the look in your eyes
when you leaned in to kiss me.
Those forest eyes are the ones I was screaming to
seven months later.
Almost to date.
The ones I was begging for answers from,
on my knees in front of one of the many Wisconsin forests,
alone.
Tears stung my eyes as I hit the ground.
Your name tore at my throat as I looked at the trees
and saw nothing but your eyes.
I was tempted to run into the forest.
I was tempted to see if it would lead me back to you,
if I could finally get through the brush and find your smile again.
I wonder if I'll see it again.
I wonder if I'll kiss you again.
All I knew from the moment you walked into the room,
tousled hair, guitar case in hand,
was you were going to be a part of my life, forever.
I was just hoping you'd be my forever.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
Have you ever
been told to do one simple thing
but that one simple thing
cannot be done by you?
Have you ever
felt so useless and helpless
because you are unable
to do the one thing you are supposed to do?
Have you ever
been told you will never hear
the pitterpatter of a toddler's feet
running across your floor again?
Have you ever
wanted the one thing you will never have
so badly it keeps you
awake at night?
Me too.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
I am not sure
where we go when we die
And I am not sure
where the glimmer went
that was once in your eye
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
I never thought
I would love again
until I looked in to
the deep blue eyes
of a little boy
that I created
with my own body
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC