"endingly" poems
I have never heard grey more grey
then the words which you say to me so
condescendingly.
Never endingly.
Black and white means naught
in a world of (k)nots and (flattened) cans.
And dressed up in blue, you’re always beautiful.
But crude and **** we stand in the sun;
every pockmark illuminated, tungsten bright.
The light of night to never shine again against
the delicate steel door that closes like your hand
around the flitting, panicked moth.
Magnesium smiles and pain pill duplicity,
the simplicity of a (remote) controlled world.
I am trapped between the clean street signs
and the signs of a dead language.
Where is the line of your back and what
is the time?
Have I lost the only things that
made me sigh with relief?
(Who is the real thief?)
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
Post-Summer, still sunny
There's too many humans here,
he said
entering the pub, drunk withal
loudly talking about his kids
and whatnot
quite that many humans on his own
The girl next seems unfussed,
continues with
laptop and Guinness. Me, I
just popped in for a little
wine actually
or rather to use the lav
making the most of it as one does
trying to calm my mind as
I do
The food looks so lovely but
I don't allow me a little pick-me-
up I
wonder about the outsides,
forget about my new Didion,
always easily
distracted, by his cologne
and more and more plates,
smells lovely
To be able enjoy the moment
the paper feels beautiful
and I
really tried on too many clothes
today yet the sea helped
a lot
Tempted to couch and binge never-endingly
first one needs to get going
alright yah
Tempted for another glass still
first one needs to keep
the head from spinning
the fridge from empty
the shopping from a
yellow sticker hunt
The world's full of useless
purposeful days, come to think
of it.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 7:31 AM UTC
Sleepy eyes make for achey hearts as I lay here and remember you on the side of the bed opposite me.
I used to think the sun and moon rose solely to shed light on the beauty we created.
But as the beauty died, they still rose.
So now I know I was blinded by the light that we created ourselves.
I know you're drunk and I remember when you used to get drunk off of me and my smell and my kiss and my taste.
And I'm completely sober like always, but I remember being drunk off of you too.
And sleepy eyes make for achey hearts as I realize that the moon and sun never did rise solely to shed light on the beauty we created.
Now, I'm done dying over you, and I'm done grabbing and pulling for your love.
Because I realize now,
After nights of pure pain and darkness and days that seemed to be never-endingly filled with memories of you,
That the sun and moon never ever did rise solely to shed light on the beauty we created.
And they'll continue to rise as long as I continue to breathe.
And even though I don't have you, they'll still rise and fall solely to shed light on the beauty that I can create without you.
So sleepy eyes make for sleepy hearts as I drift away into the light that the moon shines
Solely for me.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC