#infinities
He is
a slow laborious
poem...
And I read it
every night!
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
Clock ticks
Hours fly
Aching body dies,
Soul
Escapes unscathed.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Sometimes, I wish I had cameras in my eyes so we could look back on these moments and hold them and you could see how you made them golden.
Someone in the future could put my life on the screen,
cut scenes when I go to sleep, special behind-the-scenes of us making these memories
and I could just delete the ones I didn't want to keep.
I would never lose a second.
If my life was a piece of cinematic genius then I might try harder to keep this up:
I'd adjust my angles,
I'd check my volume,
I'd have the perfect songs to sing along to and everyone would buy the soundtrack CD,
if they were
just like me.
But you aren't.
See, I had a better opening verse but when my mind is made up of rhythm and rhyme, everything that isn't written down gets driven away in a big black metaphorical hearse, the kind that you aren't allowed to ride in yet.
Your job isn't finished until mine is,
car crash collisions, underwater violence, silence, broken heart strings strung on a violin and a bass drum keeping us up to speed. See?
I'm a mash up of bad one-line poems and I'm not slowing down, not for anybody.
I've seen angels with broken halos and featherless wings, trying
so hard to fly but they're as successful as that extinct little kiwi,
who all died trying to fly but, hey, at least they went down swinging because we're
all
slaves
to gravity.
So these angels find spaces in their minds to curl up and sleep.
You've got your body on autopilot and don't you find it exhausting, to just stop trying?
Let's get back to the movie.
By then, we'll be living to infinity, like, for real, not just a symbol on the skin but a time to live.
Immortality.
So watching me breathe will be nothing in the wasteland of time that they will have to waste--
not currently, no, because currently our lives seem so short especially with empty promises of infinities and galaxies and light years away on another inhabited planet a kid like me is saying the exact same things because
there's no more originality,
not in this space,
not in the void of immortality.
And in My Life As A Movie, they'll see me:
standing in the street with you, holding hands and praising bands and feeling alive again,
because now we're aware--
of the angles,
of the volume,
of the sets and costumes,
of the film and the video rules
that I learned in high school.
Now that we know it's all a big production, we'll ruin the show.
Our voices will be whispers or shouts and the microphones will be too scratchy to catch what we're saying.
Our feet will fly like the angels once could, ruining any chance of an easy shoot.
My memories of you
are golden,
and I'd sell my mortality just to keep a good hold on them but I can't.
I don't want to.
Infinities are found throughout our galaxy,
but my only real infinity is you.
You, like a scratched DVD that sometimes slips off the screen because
we have our rough times, too.
I sometimes find myself wishing I had cameras in my eyes,
but then I think I'd rather be blind
so no one else sees you like I do.
The world isn't ready for that yet.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Infinities and unfathomables
Unseeables and unthinkables
They want the unachievable
But all I ask in this transcient state
Is a tiny forever
Just within the confines of possibility
Just outside the realm of reality
Right in the center of your soul.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
She used to tell me
of math and poetry
by the length of her arm
and rhythm of her heart
conversing verse and fraction
with form following the function
of communist theories
and greek philosophies.
she beat out aesthetics
with a perfect symmetry.
because no one understands
the relationship between
seafoam and shoreline
the way she does
[swimming in saltwater sorrows]
reimagining time in an hourglass,
she shot up infinities with a glance
and left me moondrunk in the night.
she emits sparks throughout my system
breaking and entering--
my kingdom under siege.
her name was an amalgam of numbers
italic1.6180399. . . .italic
and I loved her by design.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
first you find a boy that has a book that you really want to read
convince him to let you borrow it
once you have it, hopefully he will ask you all about the book
and ask you if you're in love with the main male character yet
he will also tell you to look up different songs and artists
(you love this and love that someone finally has the same interests and views as you)
you keep in mind that he just broke up with his girlfriend of (almost) 2 years and you have to know that he probably won't want to date you
(but you slowly fall for him anyway)
he begins to explain how he doesn't have enough data on his phone to constantly DM you, so you get his number
too excited, nervous, anxious and happy you text him immediately, as if the conversation never stopped
you cry over the book
you call each other names from the book and do their "okay? okay" thing a million and 2 times a day
you talk to him 25/8
you're falling in love with this adorable human being and you can't stop
you see him at school every day but god if you even think about trying to say one word to him your heart races and your stomach flips and you can't muster the confidence to do it
you give back the book and say that it made you cry
like a *****
but he gives you another one that he's been talking about
and another
and another
and he tells you about his favorite movie in the world
Like Crazy
and you love him.
like crazy.
and you quote the poem that Anna read to Jacob
and he says "I'm in love with you"
and then summer comes around
and you guys talk
literally every day
and he gets a job
and you don't talk as much
and he starts talking to his ex again
because he actually loves her
and your birthday comes around
and this is when you have your first conversation with him in person
and you want to run up to him and kiss him when you see him
but you know you can't
your heart races when you see him smile and you just get lost in his words
he leaves and you regret not kissing him
(you didn't even hug him or walk him out or say thank you for coming)
you still talk a lot
he still loves his ex
you two are now best friends
school
you have your license and a job now (SWEET)
and you tell him
and he wants to know if he can have a ride to school
of course you say yes
you want to kiss him every morning and every evening before and after school
you love him
a lot
but he still loves his ex
and you guys start to hang out a lot
(sometimes even 3 or 4 days a week)
and you think that you'd get tired of someone
but honestly you would look forward to seeing him every day
and the days you didn't see him
you looked forward to seeing him even more
and he's at your house one day
and says he wants a girlfriend
you want to say (jokingly) "what about me?"
but you know you can't.
so you suggest one of the prettiest girls in school.
and of course he says okay.
and you set them up
and you tell her to give him a chance
and you get them to go on a date
and you think this will help you get over him but you just can't
you can't get his words out of your head
you constantly replay all the things you told each other over the summer
you constantly remind yourself that you love him but you will never be with him
second semester at school
at your job a new kid comes in
he's adorable
you start to like him instantly
you forget all about the other boy when you're with him
and then you find out that the boy from work likes you too
so you kiss him
and he says he wants to go on a date with you
but then he bails on you
and you're upset
you're hurt
once again
and you don't really talk to the boy you fell in love with that much
you two were best friends
you barely talk or hang out now
it kills you to see him and his girlfriend together
but you just want him happy
you find out that he too,
wrote a poem about you and him
and you find out that he loves you
and you find out that one day he does see you two dating
and now
all you do
is wait
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC