#clues
You thought I was falling apart before
But at that point I still had my feet on the floor
Now, I don't even see the ground anymore
No clues on what I'm in store for
For now or for forever more
Did I drift or swim out far to far from the shore?
I'm far further than a metaphor can illustrate, further than ever before
Memories so distant they've been redesignated as basic lore
What more can you do when you've lost your core
And it was you who held open the door...
...once more
©2024
Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 5:00 PM UTC
Tell me something good
something I'll believe
make me choose to stay
or make me want to leave
our time is over now
nothing up my sleeve
you know all my tricks
but grant me one reprieve
I'll say very little about this
and even when I dare
know that I'm forever lost
when you see that distant stare.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
i tried to search you from the obviousness
with the help of the memories I've gathered
but all I am is helpless
perhaps, my memory is all withered
i tried to find you with the clues you have given
all what you had left I tried using
but now even the odds have turned even
still, there is not much finding
even if I won't find you
remember that I tried
though I'm not sure if what we had was true
remember, I'll always be by your side
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
Sedate me with your stare
Bring me high above the clouds.
Your touch is exhilarating;
In the cover of darkness our hearts meet;
Our fingers, our thighs;
A secret is burgeoning.
You keep on stealing from me.
Your glances.
Stop; don't stop. Take it all.
My doors are unlocked.
But what does it all mean?
In my mind I rest my head,
On your shoulders;
My hands are reaching out to you
Yet our hearts never felt so far away.
Can I tell you my secret?
Your hands are rough,
But I want it around mine.
Do our lips fit like puzzles do?
Come on, lets fan the flames,
Of this candlelit romance.
Is it really you I'm meeting in the dark?
My head keeps hitting the window;
Potholes on the road.
Another day. Another dream.
The airwaves between us are silent.
Am I a fool for honing in on your signals?
It's so exciting, my one-sided romance.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
I search for happy people
and when I recognise
a joyful and happy person
I take clues
from how they are feeling, thinking and acting
to discover
how I can feel, think and act
to be optimally joyful and happy.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
We're never truly lost
and this won't last forever
it just takes a little time
to put things back together
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
Beware
For the monster is loose
But don't you dare
Go searching for clues
Listen
For the end is near
And no one can escape
as Fate is clear
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Lovely name of mine
Hides a undefined mystery of sign
My mind was sprained and Tangled; bitten by the thousand reasons to struggle
Heart lies not in the soft and fluffy cotton
—But in a millions of splintered button
And was defined as an insect
Easily smashed and crashed into pieces
The fragments of my body was bisected
Haunt by beliefs and nothing to know with other races
Indeed, my blood flows along with my ideas
Uncovering the mask to see what's underneath those lies
Mesmerized you with those flowery words
Not with a smooth stem like blossom
But;
A flower surrounded with sharp edges of thorns
Lovely name of mine
Is a combined letters of a unsolvable crime
— She
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
How were they introduced to themselves within a flash of light? Enormous shots of humanness flying across the universe- only still inside the shapes of two blue eyes staring back at this vessel. Just molecules of flesh colliding into one another in a heap of colors and sounds we’d sometimes prefer to force ourselves not to hear. How do you keep yourself from exploding? Into a masterpiece of delightfulness pushed forward into the mouth, and sometimes only to be a breath, or a story dressed as a pink pillowcase on a childhood bedroom.
Sometimes it’s just as if there was never ending cold and never ending warmth, and between each other there we were with our noses pressed up against the glass.
People are only sometimes not shaped like beasts, are sometimes only chiseled into neatly marble statuesque ephemeral deities, and then into the tombs the book keepers go, into the ruins the shapes and sounds and colors disappear. Shattered into the vast expanse of vitrifying light, bouncing against your head my head, landing on the bedside table, the corner of your knee, into the knapsack with the broken zipper, far off into the jungle, or into the pantry next to the agave syrup, adjacent the espresso maker.
There I am loving you more and more, quietly raking my hooves against the dirt, reigning midnight shining orders of dusty moonlight plashed on the time of winter lake, courtiers in your centrifuge of melancholy, balancing the toes just inches below the surface of the water, where the skin shuffled into the brief sentimentality of being thrusted into the infinite transdimensionality of the human escape-
hands feet legs being ****** and pressed upon the glass. Infinite planes of man hurdling with fastidious dreamscape prejudice into the quakes and trembling, the indivisible and unquantifiable desires of yore crushed as the envelopes bars break against the seams, then come the staples and the body’s tries at reattaching itself to this the trying table of familiar names, this the tepid jocular playing field. While the undulates are thrown into the academies. While the infrastructures topple over, and the sunlight froths upon the celestial satellites nearing and nearing to us, folded over until we wake up from our necks and into our heads and inside of our brains, until we pull the thread from our gems and count back through the catalog pages trying to find letters of words in other languages piecing together the wanton madness of yearning for you and sharing the sounds of a voice that’s forgotten its own triumph of revealing or speaking its name.
There is the room with the panels and the drawers. These are the wildernesses humming with the poison and quaffing the spit and drugs at the heady realm of human-like lightness, pals or even matter gives pause to answering you with what no understanding beeps or carries on forward, but rather bleeds, tormented, reaches forcefully, it has been nearly a quarter-millennia. Here is the start, the finish, here are the minutes, the hours, here are the streets, the beach, the bench, and all of life is ours, from the dawn to the crepuscular night. Here in a stone room where in black and white photographs spin their *** drives like mercurial thermoses bouncing of each other, dancing into the next world, or just fishing for alphabet soup with a wooden spoon.
Here it is. The short-sheeted bedroom linen collection, folded comforter in the closet. The bath water is still and hot. The sky is clouding up soon, but not quite yet. In a ball of light rounding bloom, comes the silent fans that’ve carried you. While of a breath the trembles sway, and take us far away from here.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
You were given
all the wisdom
You were given
all the clues
It was written in
a long love letter
You just didn't
get the news
Every detail
was written out
All the poems
and prose and law
All the wisdom
of the prophets
Written down
up in there
on the county
jailhouse walls.
All the details you
would ever need
You just didn't
heed the calls
Scratched out for
you to read there
On the county
jailhouse walls
The lunatics
know everything
While the insane
take the fall
Yes you'll be able
to walk again
But first you'll
have to crawl
Sure, I know
you didn't see it
yet you were told
each one and all
The wisdom
of America
is written down
up in there
on the county
jailhouse walls.
-R
06
-TX
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
Refusal to meet my eyes
"He's shy" they say, but
They don' t even know him
Am I wasting my time
Chasing and hoping for affection?
Or will quitting ruin everything?
Maybe he needs a push
Could I be more straightforward
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC