#eecummings
Though two faces exists, tough overhead the all exists,
though we have one soul that exists,
Though the one candle dispossess not the flame though
the flame en-kindles all of California, even though it all happens,
I am not a man but a sea, lost at sea:
mermaids systematized upon porcelain stone beaches, yellow
lions call with echoing human tone
chanting___"life is but a dream__"
I don't want to feel anything anymore but
fate draws the currents in oceans like a Napoleonic recrudescence
from banishment on a paltry island made entirely of money.
However to say it properly, my mind has been bought and sold a thousand
times, and a thousand times I've wept for
our two faces to be one soul.
It is absurd to surmise your own thoughts are
knives poised against your neck
and you're happy to see yourself solidified.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 1:43 AM UTC
a chipped porcelain doll
on a velvet swing
_(one eye staring blankly
at the chandelier dust)_
a whispered promise
in a room full of smoke
and cheap perfume
_(a hand clutching a wilted rose)_
chalk outlines of angels
on a dance floor sticky
with spilled champagne
_(laughter echoing hollowly
like a broken metronome)_
a bride in black lace
a groom with eyes like ice
_(a ceremony performed
by a marionette priest)_
the ***** wheezes a dirge
masquerading as a love song
_(a chorus of whispers:
"cut the cake, cut the ties,
cut the cord to reality")_
confetti of regrets
falling like ash
on a forgotten dream
_(a photograph torn in half,
one piece smoldering)_
a masquerade ball
where everyone wears
the same mask of happiness
_(a single tear escapes,
tracing a path through the paint)_
the clinking of glasses
a symphony of unspoken lies
_(a toast to the future,
built on foundations of sand)_
a heart-shaped box
filled with broken promises
and moth-eaten memories
_(a child's drawing of a sun
hidden beneath the debris)_
a silent scream
trapped in a gilded cage
_(a bird beating its wings
against the bars of expectation)_
a love story rewritten
with ink that bleeds
and words that twist
_(a fairytale turned nightmare,
a happily ever after
left on the cutting room floor)_
the scent of decay
mingling with the sweetness
of artificial flowers
_(a wedding cake left to rot,
a symbol of love gone sour)_
a chorus of disapproval
humming beneath the surface
of polite conversation
_(a family portrait fractured,
the pieces scattered like leaves)_
a single spotlight
illuminating the emptiness
of a hollow victory
_(a crown of thorns,
a throne of lies)_
a ___Whisper in the Dark___:
__"I write sins, not tragedies"__
_(but the ink stains the soul,
and the tragedies unfold
in the silence that follows)_.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
deep \ inspace
Old man &/ withered
@in the center
lying.in a
crypt
suspended by nothing
stormy &/ coldstone / Morpheus
black.@in
deepempty \ inspace
dying.is a
person/ified
Old man sleeping
&: the movement
of molecules
is his @in a
deepemptydream \ inspace
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
I scratch the neon paper with thoughts in my mind-
The way you scathed laboured wood under dim candle light.
Clueless to my aptitude the falsity of what is new
What I know is- You, not you but your marvelous craft-
papyrus paper and pen, quill to bound book.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC
to:
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC
Today while writing out words to break down & create anagrams that I could use in my writings. I realized that the anagram for "Secret Admirer" is "Dreams Reciter".
Crazy right?
The girl that I think about all day,
Practices my dreams at night?
If only I could tell you the words;
I'm afraid they're all ones I've never heard.
To bring you the sun & take all the rain.
To transition you to earth;
From my brain.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
(In the format of and inspired by E. E. Cummings's The Sky Was.)
the
sea
was
qui et wa
veless
silent
calm
white sky
above
serene fin e clou
dles
s.
be low,
a bo
at
mo
ved s lowly
in
ci
r
cles.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
&the world was small
compared to that of
hearts and flowers
And poems were only
whispers among the trees
that you weaved with
your frail
F I N G E R T I P S
You are the bright
light against pale
paint, the tiny curve
in the corners of
a smile--
the quiet
S
H
A
D
O
W
S
in the pages of a book
You are all the
beautiful things
--if ever eternally--
(so slightly your life flickered)
you are.
(2.22.15)
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
Spinnin and spinnin
Head breaks off into a branch
The ends of my fingertips thin out
Like
I am dense in the middle: thin around the edges: i can feel myself melting away.
He told me
Ill meet you there, but someone will hurt you when the time is most wrong
boywasiright
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
my heart broke and spilled on the highway
completely
out
i dont have any interactions with ppl that are not customer service interactions
im lonely. feels like my brain is just logged off.
with an axe i start to work throoo my leg
my brains just off
1 million dollar winner
oh my brains just
off
wont go on
i hit a pothole, pop my tire and
lose control
911 how are you today im amazing cuz I love life
im laying in the woods and i can't fall in love
with a hammer i work at my head
til its far gone
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
Starlight is just a crack in the night sky.
The night is just a cape for the daylight,
a shadow spanning the earth's blue surface.
The earth is just a blue marble spinning
around the sun, catching a flash of light.
The sun is just a yellow bonfire
roaring in a space without sound or air,
like in your head when you read these lines.
This is just a poem trying to describe
the magic to be glimpsed in the night sky.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
there was nothing to say & you wouldn't shut up & you took me by my little hands & you dipped me in chocolate (talking all the way) & then i rose & i was bleeding & everything was sweet & there was nothing to say except let me take this too far let me choke on what we have done let me suffer like everyone wants to suffer let me live let me lie & let me walk along the line with my little hands swinging free & loud
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
little ruth
purple lipped
dot eyed
tire slicing
lithe and never lucid
tells you what to do in that buttoned up feather whisper voice of hers
laugh until you cough up blood
cry but do not yield
pass through the enemy’s hands like a ship from a storm
roiling and twisting turning writhing frothing pitter patter
rain slicked heartbeat
drip fast
and far
fast and far and free
it drips to the stomps of their heavy feet
“why don’t you run like us?”
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
I dream of the one day where we meet again; anew
two from the same soul
seeing you, a past lover
as a new individual
different in appearance, different in mind
maybe we will meet once more
when you no longer support your temper
and I my immaturity
we will be cloaked in a new moon's light
seeing each other through skin and bones
forget insecurities; forget past disagreements
oh, but I am humbled
such prideful thinking it is to ever imagine another chance in this life
to get things right
I am not yet developed to receive you
so for now,
I will dismiss this as naïve thinking
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
I am eventually expected, Cummings
I am the transformation of Butterfly
I am the germination of Tree
I am realizing my Self, eventually
Through pathways of Consciousness
the atmosphere of all things Running
Birds and Bees Lakes and Trees
Humming
eventually everything's Coming
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC