"buzzz" poems
flight
flowing
elderberries
and the
syrup of rebellion
see
sails
snail-pace
along the highway
man's
view
finder
and pointing
shouting
the breath of the ever present
nature
fumed
scent
age appropriate
apocalypses
redemptions
conclusions
painted vividly stroked
it's late!
too late!
foe fry
fun
and i sailed
in the view finder
in the fumed
scent
in the anxious awaiting
calls
not sure whether to find you
hello.
i wish.
i wonder.
are you really that surprised?
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
I wish I could live
within the warm confines
of your bed,
wrapped in the thoughts
that fill your mind.
Can you take me there?
Only for a little while.
Because I don't want to
bug you
but
I can't
bring myself to leave.
Cold pizza never tasted this good.
Nearly
four am,
I can almost see the sky begin to
wake up,
when I haven't even
thought of sleep,
or home
in the hours that have
passed us by.
I wish I could stay.
It doesn't have to be here.
Just somewhere,
somewhere where
I can feel you
close to me, and
hear your heart beat
faster and faster
with every whisper
I let hit your ear
Tell me to stay,
and I will.
Tell me to leave,
and I might
never come back.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
I really think they're going to harm me
I think i really Am onto something
From going deep inside myself
Where i've never been before
Even as i write i can feel them trying to stop me
I'm getting closer
But they're trying to stifle my thoughts
And there's that buzzing again
This time it's different
A high pitched squeel accompanies the buzzz
Faint but audible
Same constant pitch
It doesn't matter now though
I'm channeling
And i'm getting better at it
The slight numbness in my arm
might be cause for concern
But it's probably just from typing for so long
It's nothing
I'm sure
?
The journey continues inward
and they start to lose their control
I must be getting close
I'm on the cusp
And then
Bzzzzzzzzzzxx
And it's gone
I got nothing
Except cold breath on my shoulders
and a shiney new fear implant
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
I don't expect
No rock upon my finger
I just seek that kiss
That's hot
Like a honeybees stinger
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
Dead dreams
She was just a maurderer
Whose symphony was unsung
Amongst the mountains capped with glaciers
Melting like your heart in awe of that love
Which u have kept as a secret under covers of its corner
The growing plant, inside the earth, silently u water
And its rooted deep, the same kind of excruciating, killing me softly kind of love!!
And that strong wind, on the top of world
When u lissen its buzzz,
Feel it inside each pore of your windshiled,
Same kind of thunder
Claps around me every second
Since after keeping this love,
Like a sprouting bud
Like a child in the womb making
Likewise my love, u have evolved every corner of me in ur love!!!
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC