"shimming" poems
the moonlight caressed her cheeks
as she took a long drag from that cigarette
between those
long, thin fingers.
cotton *******
***** socks,
skinned knees.
shimming along with the rich sounds
of guitar and French tongue.
soft coffee bean coloured waves in her hair
bounced along with the rest of her body.
warm vanilla perfume,
dabbed behind her ears.
i wanted to be behind her ears.
i wanted my lips pressed up against there.
i wanted to line her shelf-like collarbones
with strawberries
from my teeth.
i did not just long to taste her,
i wanted to savor her.
she's the kind of woman with the scent
you'd remember forever.
you could write an entire novel about
the slight curvature of her spine,
and the way it would mold into the
pit of your stomach perfectly.
she's a 'once in a blue moon'
but with the warmth of the august sun.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
Moon sparrow flies far in the calligraphy of night.
Little fellow find your wild winds in shimmering ink.
Your wings are well-spoken in the sequences of open spaces.
Write your poems in the corners of your eyes
Little fellow find your winds in shimming ink.
Far from the fields you trend.
You tend the trees of speaking
Offer the fruit of images within the words.
far from the fields you trend.
for those that grow not letters in their pots.
offer the fruit of images within the words,
You write in the simple penmanship of soul
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
I recoiled in my sleep -
dreamt with weep,
sipping on an empty cup
I flame with ashes as
I claim to be dead.
I had forgotten what it
feels like to be human
again. I fought you and
the world, caved in to
solitude - bathed in salt.
I rather do what to forget
what it feels like to be
human again - don't you?
I sing my song of solitude-
it's my daily prayer.
I have traveled thus far,
a million miles more to go!
Keeping the snakes at bay,
fire in my torch, life in my
lungs, a beating heart of a lion.
I have scoped out the land-
battled the sea, ate raw meat.
He is shimming my crown,
the sins of my labor - the
blood carries my weight.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
Her pale lips
So perfect in there stillness
Painted over with a thin coat
Of shimming scarlet red
Her once flushed cheeks
Now dusted over
With the harshness of artificial
Rosiness and splendor
For she now lives
In a world of eternal
Slumber
At peace in the hellish
Chaos of this world
In her cocoon of
Velveteen cushions
Nobody must look at her
To know the beauty
That she holds
In the innocents
Of her features
She was the only
Person in this
Excuse for paradise
That knew you
For the imperfections
That made you who you are
You loved her
With your entire being
You loved her
And now…
…she is gone.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
you fight the feeling, but it’s like trying to quiet hunger during an exam
rumbling, churning, growling, snarling from the pit
where universes and chakras intersect in dazzling purple gold vermilion
it explodes from you -
in waves in waves in waves
from your core to your muscles through your limbs, zapping from your fingers, toes and tongue
like lightning splitting a weeping willow from within
dazed and thunderstruck
you can’t resist the scent, the songs, the polaroids,
the lips or eyes shining between passing clouds or shimming stars
everything pulls you back like a coiling riptide
you’re fighting a parachute caught in a tempest
and all you want is to cut loose
to be sane and sound to be grounded to be planted to be rooted
in soil not turmoil
in the ever-blooming fields of love
for once awash in air and floating cherry blossoms
liberated from euphoric eddies and stretching shadows
deepening across the padded rooms of your heart
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
Your eyes are incredulous,
Unsympathetic, and just a touch doubtful.
But why wouldn't you be?
You never lived through anything
That would bring you to such darkness.
So I don't blame you for not understanding.
And I'll do my best to keep it
From ever touching you,
For I would not even wish this depression
On my most mortal enemy.
It's an unavoidable riptide of despair
That hits like a bullet train at full speed
With absolutely no ****** warning
And takes you out to a black sea
Where you fight with every limb
To keep your head above the waves
That keep crashing down and pressing up
Until every fiber of your body and soul
Are drained of endurance and will,
So you stop kicking and flailing
And find yourself lying on your back
Floating on the top of the water,
And for a second you have peace
Because the waves are crashing
But the fight is over, the struggle is over,
And slowly you let yourself sink
Into the cold arms that have been drawing you closer.
And the last thing you see
As the light above fades into the shimming drink
Is the nothing that has been your constant friend.
So don't ask how I'm doing.
Don't inquire after my health.
For to tell you would be to ask you to risk
Life and limb to jump in after me
To save my broken soul from sinking any further.
And don't you know?
I'm too far gone for you to save.
I'd rather see you standing on solid ground
Than swimming after me.
I'd rather save you and see you keep
Your doubt and disbelief
Than ever truly understand
What my depression is to me.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
a book of shadows falls from the sky
on her knees
her head hinged
bowed and supplicated
to his long tear dropped arterial ****
among heaps of naked bodies
in a temple of ******
his heart her refuge
her feet sweeten his mouth
her spine writhes a shimming snake
in riddles of pain and pleasure
each accentuating the other
his teeth in her flesh
she shakes bewitched and scarlet
foraging for dissolution
bleed pretty my love
pillar of fire milk and honey
the flames a banquet of tears
from tearing flesh
she wakes bleeding
a thirsty tulip
Laureate of allure and sprawling limbs
who suffers with grace and pride
a disease and cure
pink petals wet with dew
her ****
a hard working immigrant
gathering fields of poppies
humiliation as aphrodisiac
her tears glitter
eyes like jewels sparkle darkly
her skin prays to be eaten
marrow salt and butter in a red negligee
to be consumed
in a field of stained beds
she falters with grace
what does it mean you ask
how does it make you feel i ask
abjure the Christian plague
or the mind dies
to **** the body
why whip yourself
when he who loves so ardently
swells to do you the favor
wear the nylons!
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 12:02 PM UTC