#jumper
Are you the one that plots and schemes?
knitting below the guillotine
Are you the one that hastens gloom?
by shielding sun and clouding moon
Are you the one that plots and schemes?
knitting below the guillotine.
Are you the siren with sleight of hand?
who wrecks young lives on rocky land.
Are you the one that plots and schemes?
knitting below the guillotine.
Are you the one with the underhand?
who builds a promise on shifting sands.
Are you the one that plots and schemes?
knitting below the guillotine.
Are you the one on either side?
Devil's advocate, friend and guide.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
What's next?
A **** test?
Why do we do this?
God, the things I miss
I used to see beautiful colours every time we met
Now all I see is an edge
Why did it have to end like this?
I yearn for one more kiss
What happened to us?
Your words still leave me with cuts
I'm sorry
The sky reminds me of you, so starry
Everything reminds me of you
That's true
I wish I could just let go
Say adios
But no
You keep coming to my head to steal the show
I cry tears of grief
Every night so the pain will ease
Try to make it up to you
But you say we are through
I'm trying to mend things
Let us try to spread our wings
You will of course refuse
I always lose
You are the king
and I, nothing
I'm losing my mind
A part of me has died
I stand on an edge
Ready to be led
I climb over the rail
God, why did I fail
I close my eyes
I'm sorry for all the lies
I say goodbye
I'm sorry I was so sly
I take a step
Why are you still in my head
I'm plunging towards the water
The sounds of your voice grow stronger
I rushing to my death
This was the test
Thank god
I am dead
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
if we live we live together
if we jump we jump whenever
if we stay we stay forever
if we stand we stand wherever
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
The river is so hard to see
Rushing by below
The fog is thick, so none will be
Affected when I go
The water seems so close, so far
Reaching out a hand
To hold me near when life is hard
A grave of shining sand
The bridge, the wind, are hard and cruel
Silent to my pain
The world that takes me for a fool
Here taunting me again
The leap, the rush, the silent death
Dancing through my mind
Slow sinking as I take a breath
The suicide is kind
But then she takes me by the arm
Looks into my eyes
We turn and walk back to the car
I do not want to die
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
We engaged the engines, collected
the imagery of this place to further
our understanding of a vast pool.
Then we jumped, like a motion of
splashing down ripples silently
unseen fading into the distance.
We saw reflections of ourselves,
of our past, of what maybe our
downfall. We were like pebbles.
Sinking deep within the ocean
of raindrops, we were a grain
in the universe of stones.
We were called puddle jumpers,
splashing down on waters of
the unending universe.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
*When a child hears a storm rolling
Or an old dog howls in the dead of night
And the thunder is crashing
The lightning is striking
And the heavy rain spouts outside are unfolding
That is when I
At the age fifteen
Would look to be out in the thunderous storm
Instead of inside beneath the crown molding
Such storms were the reasons why I would be smiling
But also a reason why I would get scoldings
“You’ll get struck by lighting”
Said my mother to me
And then the voice of my sister would sound out with glee
Screaming “With Mom and Dad gone, you better not die on me!”
But I didn’t care
Because out there I was free
To jump high in the storm
And even flip dangerously
Because I was a storm jumper
Destined to be*
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
Building contrasts
between the holes
shaped by fists
through wall cracks
to finger holes
in my knitted jumper-
I feel hole-punched by
layers and sediments,
each blend of fibre
becomes microscopic
to a solid form, or
a strangled kite:
Do you know how
a kite flies without
breath? It makes
sail in the earth,
depths in oceans,
drowns in vacuums.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
Swimming alone in my ocean...
In search of courage
drenched and drowned
in cowardice.
I have ample foothold,
for now...
Taunting the winds
that whistled treacherously
on this precipice.
Ears to the air
I hear the faint calling
of a lone zephyr
in the traveling winds
of tomorrow.
A smile emerges.
Forgetting the uncertainties,
the shame
and the unforgiving sorrow...
Bewitched and determined
to catch this breeze
that briefly promised salvation.
Brushed away the tears,
emotional inadequacies
and lifelong trepidation.
My lips parted...
Inhaling deep
what once,
for a long time felt acrid.
Eyes closed.
I greeted the whispers
that spoke of the end.
I've wished to be amongst
the choral voices
that sang
not of strangers
but friends.
The time is now.
I've conveniently forgotten
what and who I am...
Knowing only where I want to be.
I've found courage.
I took one step
into the future.
And finally...
I'm free.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
I want you and your sleepy cuddles at 4AM sleeping next to me while I'm asleep in your jumper holding onto you with my head on your chest as you play gently with my hair to help me fall asleep again
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
Maybe I was drunk on your laugh, glitter still stuck in your beard.
I always wanted to turn the lens back on you. Say "This is how you look at me; this is how I want to look at you."
Everything I did with you felt like art, and it was.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Bad nightmares
Evil clowns
The worst fear of all
Is looking down.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
how can you expect me to talk you down from a ledge when I'm the one on it?
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC