"pixilation" poems
Weak static creates an uncomfortable tautness in the air.
A sound emitted from the screen is heavy, weighing.
Muted light grips to ions which imperceptibly moss over the dusty glass monitor.
A world within a dish.
Slapdash pixilation.
Fragments—just fractions, part in snaps.
No image takes form in the storm of digitalized points, indistinctive refrain is absently composed.
The apartment, thick with a cloudy green hue.
Stripped, pink shoulders, a flush which spreads in a subtle frenzy—
Bleeds across an exposed chest.
Vulnerable core.
Noticeably contracting, beating the high concentration of life from one source
Into branched capillaries.
Into plush, coy lips—
Hush.
Sinews tear, a dark liquid pools, liberated from perforations.
Flowing from the source and staining porcelain teeth.
Indulgence.
The innate capability to devour proves true outside feasting.
Femininity of unbridled ******* and echoing amusement,
Eternalized.
Cataplexies pressed and dried upon blank, white pages which prove difficult to turn—
only facilitated by the hand of time.
A vast expanse of briny depths outstretches further than what’s perceivable.
Waves rock a feeble coo which escapes from child’s lips at the spectacle of a mother.
Cri de Coeur
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
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capable of being touched or felt, TANGIBLE
easily perceptible, NOTICEABLE
easily perceptible by the mind, MANIFEST
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*mind, body
tangible, noticeable…manifest
a summary specific quality,
body, mind, you, me,
actual, imagined…felt
realized, visible, invisible
palpably difficult, struggling to tell,
the nuances well, so easy understood,
yet,
so credibly hard to to my
cred,
to re-realize the*
essential essential
*of getting this
precise,
right.
knowing fully well,
that twice alright
have made the
human touch
my poetic target,*
and yet,
(always, always an and yet)
*I fear my failure
to touch you
to whom I communicate
by ether and pixilation,
by wire and satellite,
across continents,
through pouring secretions
from my pores
how palpable is the need
of my heart beating to
feel understood,*
*this need, so urgent,
to kiss your lips,
brace you to embrace,
pervade your kind mind,
(kind enough to let me enter),*
**to tangibly manifest
from my skin to your skin,
from my creviced mind,
to your creviced heart,
the pounding albatross
of this verbal unreality,
that is so real to me***
*that shakes with pleasured
anticipate, that the very
thought, of your reading
this loving wail,
this so tangible gesture,
breaks me to real-ease,
the tears pooling in my
eyes to land on your
exquisitely soft cheeks,*
and to take them away
returned to me, with gentlest
of a finger uplifting them,
and placing them on my
tongue,
for safekeeping…*
10/8
0907am
Wed
2025
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capable of being touched or felt, TANGIBLE
easily perceptible, NOTICEABLE
easily perceptible by the mind, MANIFEST
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
Had a home, left when it caught ablaze
shed a tear of disbelief when I came back
to see ashes animate
the place where my heart did lay
distorted pixilation of a familiar face
best response is a blank stare when where you’ve grown to belong
is a pile of unidentifiable mess
Had a home, and maybe it was a mistake
that I left the stove top on
and the kerosene lamp next to a box of road flares
perhaps I shouldn’t have flooded the place with gasoline
or, maybe it would have been wise
if you had struck the match for your vanilla scent candle
somewhere else
No, I'd never wish for that
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
I'm looking at you through a screen
Of pixilated hopes and dreams.
I'm hoping that you see in me
A sense of warmth and security.
Because when I look into your eyes,
Everything around me dies.
The world ceases to exist
And I realize how much I've missed
That calming voice and warming smile
That makes me feel like I'm worthwhile.
Time itself has stopped in its tracks,
And everything around turns from facts
To a blur of love, want, and desire
That rages inside me like a fire.
And even when you’re not around,
You help me when I'm feeling down
Just by knowing when I need you most
I can always find that you are close
When I'm looking at you through a screen,
Of pixilated hopes and dreams.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC