#nemo
Summer's rest is where I met myself in jest.
When waves turn blue, the yellow strings sing with joy.
But when bones gather, I don the mask of sanity.
Nemo.
A name, perhaps, or just a whisper of doubt.
I swear, I'm unsure, though.
If death comes, bury me with Nemo.
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC
#*Some need to break mountains
to carve a path
Many will take and be led by the well trodden path
The path laid by life we tread
that leads to self
Maybe finding Nemo on the way
Undefined the destiny
May it lead to the best
Bringing love peace harmony*#
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Reverie remember me
Dreams like penitentiary
And they just won’t let me go
It’s my ego, it’s montego bay
It’s hard to say like “anemone”
Another day another Hennessy
and i’m drowning away
Craving useless euphemisms, i’m still lost at sea
Haunted by consumerism, the ghost of Ronnie McD,
Mr. Clown meet mr. Clownfish
Mr. Marty lost his son
So i ain’t the only one actively and theatrically
looking for “no one”
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
"You think you can,
But you just can't, Nemo!"
You're right.
I can't. I can't do anything.
So goodbye, Dad.
I'm leaving. Forever.
I'll see you
Wherever fish go
When they die.
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
her spine
lay lengthwise
speed bumps for my
fingers
to carefully explore—
tracing out tattoos of a
satisfied itch
i mustn’t get too eager
idyllic in my state
sunken into my bed
and head into pillow
and my chest for hers
her cheek rides like
rolling whitecaps of the
ocean
upon my rising breast
her head is here
but her mind soars elsewhere
anchored in clouds of sleep
while i lay grounded
stroking across her back
staring at my
ceiling
drinking in all i can
with my finger tips
etching a route through
her spine
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
under these ocean waves
sheltered from apollo’s rays
old neptune’s tower lays
with travertine and marbled glaze
and filled to brim with tiny faes
the twilight crawls with little haste
to bring a night that lasts for days
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
Before Old Charon
I now stand
A bushel of berries
for this ferryman
The guardsman of fate
expresses his guilt
For the broken promises
he has spilt
forget the italics
of my brash remark
ford the wide styx
sings the deathly lark
a limerick of longing
hollows my mind
the verbal flogging
hardens my heart from the kind
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
and in it she stood
awash with crescented chrysanthemums
with honeysuckle skin and wisteria eyelashes
and with it i said
if nights were like coins
id spend them all on you
and twinkle them between my fingers
shaking them up and admiring
the glint and value of
the night and its stars
and the coppery, nickel-y dusk
that stains my hand with
the bouquet of metal and flowers
goldenrod warmth
from nights and coins
invariably spent
alongside only you
with a perfume of
evening
and pressing summer heat
and my whispers and promises
that tell you
that if nights were like coins
id spend them all on you
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
She bore my soul
as the sun bears an orbit,
a volcano-skinned corona filling
My soul, caught by Sol
My satellite spirit
Tumbles just out of reach
You warm me and
suspend me in thine beauty
You arrest me and attract me
But I know to keep my distance
For one mis-teetered keeling
skins my delicate organs
and erupts me inside your
volcano lined furnace
As a star does
to it’s most foolish of followers
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
a ruddy thrush of experience
artifacts your chest
opal sheers of lineage
marred by remains
of precise and careful
additions to a calcium
body
accented by a
lightning storm quicksilver
river
coursing across neck
and chest
a mark to guide
breaths of life into you
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
a good too many
snaps and cracks
from the skeletal forest
a gentle brushing
from an acrylic wind
that promenades itself
on marble toes
that crack and shatter
in gouache throes of
violence that
gilds the branches in
flowing starlight
a craggy ribcage
of sprouts and succulents
that paint a scene with
watercolor irony
an eager scrawling
of earthbound rabble
that hops freight trains
and skips life away
a conflict of self
flourished in opals
and ravished in
scented velvet
a good too many
fears and
desires
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
in the temple at delphi
upon the steps afront
my crown of wire lay
a pile of birds
sat crossed in thirds
my lungs resigned in splay
phobos’ kiss afflicts with bliss
amongst the thistled dirt
the sowing of a new isle
what once was old
and now is true
are a bygone from the blue
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
what a twisted portrait
i now find myself in
a warped frame
broken at its corners
my colors are leaking out
i am free
my frown distorted to my teeth
my bones overgrowing my eyes
my mirth overflows and
fills the room
my candlelight scored
by the apollo of friendship
my twisted portrait
shredded in sum
i am now a positron to
a dipole
my teeth have grown tenfold
and now sit incumbently
outside my own mouth
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
a glimpse of a sketch
of an outline of an idea
glittered with the crust
of cobalt wrists
new emotions piano’d
against the tin roof of my memory
analogous to my god
complex
a possessive clutching
at your budding wings
shear them from you
before you can fly
trap you under me
my goading grimace
i feel regret
but i cant let you go
you are my umbra
please stay under me
a two dimensioned demigod
silhouette
how id feel without
my shadow
i havent the foggiest
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
so long we spoke
seething with breath
a troubled flutter
of a waxed
hour
pattered my nerves
your pins strike true
precisely placed
in my most
blank regions
why my envy
broke my callous
i cant say
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
the way i want you
so ethereal
i feel lighted as
we speak
my throat catches hard
my skin crawls; is gone
snare drum noses
in a cavity populated
with sugarbugs and
lightning rods
narcoleptic lips trace
arias of sand against
collarbones
my imagistic descent
into coral lined papers
inner tongue colors the
edges of our orchestra
our ballad of temperament
our skewed talents invoked
candelabra memoirs
a love of no soul in particular
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
every day i slave away
with matted hair and a face of gray
a neutral near, a hostile far
a passive glance at passing cars
a teardrop lake inside a sea
a lotus plant in skulls of tea
a vapor sky, a splash of lye
echoed calls of radio cries
a hidden wish leaves yellowed bones
a sour thought turns love to stones
that plug your stomach and drill your feet
with wants and wishes, with cravings sweet
that pull you under a wicked tide
an anchored flight, but then she died
so how could i
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC