"unbuckled" poems
My business is words. Words are like labels,
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
I confess I am only broken by the sources of things;
as if words were counted like dead bees in the attic,
unbuckled from their yellow eyes and their dry wings.
I must always forget how one word is able to pick
out another, to manner another, until I have got
something I might have said...
but did not.
Your business is watching my words. But I
admit nothing. I work with my best, for instances,
when I can write my praise for a nickel machine,
that one night in Nevada: telling how the magic jackpot
came clacking three bells out, over the lucky screen.
But if you should say this is something it is not,
then I grow weak, remembering how my hands felt funny
and ridiculous and crowded with all
the believing money.
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I was once on a plane leaving New York (thank god) to Houston (thank you)
I watched a coptic bishop and a strange man from another religion be forced to sit next to each other, due to the over population of traveling plane.
I was amazed to see them get along
They spoke soft, hard, and with an occasional chuckle
The entire flight was quite nice
As I spoke to soon
The plane hopped on the humid pavement
And we all were at a standstill
The two men of religion unbuckled their seat belts and stood up
They hugged
Then took each others seatbelt and started strangling each other
Both with smiles
They looked at me, and I smiled back
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:40 AM UTC
Ah! how the memory of
those pretty green eyes
enlighten my senses
making them parallel to
round ***** of safety.
Ah! how those eyes
regurgitate and bounce
pupils widening whenever
my eyes meet their gaze
wavering and moving from
person to person in an intimate crowded group setting.
Ah! how those eyes
which resemble soft moss
or the slick flesh of kiwis
stare at mine catching like how
flypaper catches mosquitoes
accidentally but intentionally
awkwardly but inventively
and ultimately intentionally.
Ah! how the memory of
those pretty green eyes
throw me off balance
when they lock into mine
and for a good ten seconds
merging a little too long
unnoticed by the crowd.
Ah! how those eyes
are like ghosts in my
memories so valid and
plausible they seem to
drift yet knowing they
will be seen tonight
creates a fidgety hope
splintered and shaking
within this hubris heart.
Ah! how those eyes
are framed by the
curliest of lashes
so cute they bloom
ripe smiles within this
here empty chest cavity
which seems to be defeated
at the moment but somehow
waiting to witness
orbs of stegosaurus skin
shelled and shellacked and unbuckled am i
at just a smack.
Ah! how those eyes
are like a slap
to my psyche.
Every part a swirling mass
of unabridged uncertainty.
And no matter how it seems
those irises of gold and green
will always be downright dainty.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
I love roller coasters.
I love the old rickety ones that jar my spine and push me into my little sister and i can feel our ribcages collide with the
click-click-click as they slowly build suspense and propel me towards the sun.
my last boyfriend hated them. He felt that his stomach couldn’t stand up to the drop of gravity so he ran at the sight of the climb up to reason and fled the line when i unbuckled my seatbelt.
i love waiting in line for a **** good thrill, and i count down the minutes until the spill of my scream echoes into the hairspray of the woman in front of me as she holds the hand of her cut-offs husband.
i guess you aren’t one to pine for the wooden tracks of thrill, either. but last night i lay in bed, on my side, trying to memorize the planes of your face, trying to calculate the angle of your nose as it leans slightly to your right, you tell me it’s crooked, i tell you it is lovely. it is the finest architecture this side of eiffel tower and you run your hands from the top of my collarbone, down the valley of my waist to the top of my hip, and you tell me you wish you had a tiny car to run along the line.
most of all i love the fall.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
1) I am afraid of silent waiting rooms because I’ve never learned how to be alone with myself.
2) I am afraid of not being good enough because I’ve been told that these days, good isn’t enough.
3) I am afraid of still being on the first question while the rest of the class turns their exams in.
4) I am afraid of walking to the bus station too slowly, and having to desperately sprint at the end to catch up.
5) I am afraid of indecision. The only thing worse than making a wrong decision is being the coward who didn’t make one at all.
6) I am afraid of being lazy, so lazy that my suicide will be a pack a day and an unbuckled seatbelt.
7) I am afraid of how fast you are going, and
8) I am afraid of you leaving me behind.
9) I am afraid of being weak – of taking twice as long to wait for the elevator instead of just taking the stairs.
10) I am afraid of failure; more importantly, I am afraid of those unbearable seconds of silence that come afterward.
11) I am afraid of believing wholly and completely in eternal sunshine because I won't have an umbrella when I need one and
12) I am afraid of asking to borrow your extra umbrella.
13) I am afraid of good-old-fashion bad luck because can it make the rest of my fear arbitrary anxiety.
14) I am afraid of saying, “I miss you, I love you, please stay longer this time…”
15) I am afraid of naivety because nothing is ever said without a reason.
16) I am afraid of overestimating myself because someone once told me you see yourself as ten times more beautiful than you actually are.
17) I am afraid of giving my love to those who do not deserve it because they will not give theirs back to me.
18) I am afraid of wasting my time, because I do not have time to waste.
19) I am afraid of limiting myself. God knows there is always more I could be doing. Should be doing.
20) I am afraid of being honest. Honest like children. Honest like poetry.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
We did it pressed between bedsheets
when no one was home,
our hearts increasing our blood flow.
We did it in the sand,
rough and coarse,
unafraid,
matching the timing of the waves, letting the moon
put us in the spotlight.
We did it in the back of your car,
shaking and fumbling, we unbuckled hesitation,
while Destiny’s Child played on the radio.
For a moment, I was nine again,
but your fingernails dragged me back.
The seats smelled like cheap burgers,
and moisture.
For a moment, I wondered if this is something Beyonce would do.
But only for a moment.
We did it without realizing what we were doing,
or how it would change us.
One day, we found ourselves,
different from who we wanted to be.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC
I was in Mississpi for a minute,
maybe even hell.
That's how hot it was.
Drenched in our own sweat
to the point the droplets of our own condensation
Dripped heavily down our temples.
To crack a window would've released my heavy gasping
To open a door would've exposed the sweet seduction that was us becoming one in the driver's seat.
Making a car rock like a boat while my ocean was being sailed trying to make it to the lighthouse,
That sweet lighthouse that all sailors would aim to get to during the storms, and this storm was man made. My man made it.
Soaked in our sweat it was as if hell temporarily had sprinklers.
Most people don't make it out of hell alive or try to escape as soon as possible
Well we stayed until dusk turned to dawn, and when the windows finally cracked,
our Mississippi River was released in steam and
became cold on our clothes.
As my unbuckled sandal hit the pavement
I stumbled back into Wisconsin from Mississippi.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
Colloquial evanescence unbuckled
Made hard to find
Coffee hot and *** high
Pulling bagels out from where they hide
Mouth full of food and lies
Chew and swallow
I am fine
Weather requires a jacket day
No guests for who I can comment
Pull the door closed from the outside
Without your sun,
I appear blind
Repeat on and on
Till 5pm
Repeat all again
I am fine
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
"Do you know why i pulled you over?"
" Suspect it was because of my speed."
" Did you realize how fast you where going?"
" Nearly 75 miles per hour, you see, I noticed that concrete median just ahead and realized I have been suicidal lately, so I unbuckled my seat belt, glanced at my blinking airbag light letting me know this would be a for sure thing and gunned it. Then of course you turned on your lights, and i knew there's too big of a chance of making it to the hospital alive with a cop this close by when it happens so i decided to pull over. I thought may be suicide by cop would work, but i don't have a gun with me, so the worst that would happen is i would get tazed, and you'd have to do paperwork, so i abandoned that about the time you reached my bumper. To tell you the truth, you, and solely you, for multiple reasons, may have been the only thing that kept me from killing myself tonight. Now that I've had some time to think about it, I don't think dieing would help either, wouldn't help me or anyone else, so i think the best thing would be to just go home and sleep it off, sleep until i start to feel something again."
".......Life gets hard sometimes and you can't let it get a hold of you like that. Where do you live?"
"about ten blocks up"
"I'll let you go, but I'm going to follow you there just to make sure you get home in one piece, and in the morning check yourself into somewhere."
"I'll make sure to."
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
It was Flight 101 to London, England
The airline being Great Britain Ways
The flight would be in hours and not days
First greeting was “Welcome Aboard”
This was a nonstop flight
But Great Britain Ways was an airline in not having passengers feel uptight
Well a certain Flight Attendant would think otherwise
The plane was now flying over London with Big Ben in the distance
Suddenly a passenger had to use the bathroom being in an instance
Yet the jet wheels were down
The Flight Attendant informed the passenger that the flight was near
Heathrow Airport and every passenger must be in their seat
Despite all that, the passenger was in the bathroom and the Flight Attendant in defeat
However, the Flight Attendant did inform the passenger to hold on tight when the plane lands on the runway
Once the wheels touched England squeaks grounds, The Flight Attendant immediately unbuckled her belt to check on the passenger
The Flight Attendant got up and the passenger was ok
Well what a flight and a day it was
But the passenger feet that touched solid ground and the flight arrived safe and sound.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
White Vapor
Heaven's Longing
Held Back Eternity
Pleasure of a Hardened Pulse
Body ********
Slow Lightning
of the Will to Love...Well
Love's Well
Droplets of Virtue Missing
A Leaf fallen
Snapped Up
by the Quickening Stream
Desire Unbuckled
Veils Vision Splayed Forth
African Dance Club
Tribal Blessing of the Beat
Swaying Goddess
Into the Unknown
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
I was a ****** to the taste of alcohol for 18 years until the day I lost it to you
My first drink was a mix between reality and denial
This glass consumed the toxins from this relationship that I fell addictive too
I guess that makes you a double shot of ***
No, I guess that makes you alcohol poisoning
Because it felt as though you broke into my liquor cabinet and wrote your name on each bottle
Just to remind me why I am drinking in the first place
You shattered those empty bottles against my heart until I bled our memories
I guess that was your way of breaking the bad news
You used each shard to pierce my ribs
Becuase you never wanted to see us as one
Each shot of Tequila reminds me just how our relationship tasted
Sweet when drunk, but bitter when sober
Your name ran marathons down my esophagus anytime I found myself swallowing the sharp cracks and dents from this Crown
A puddle of Crown sat stagnant at the bottom of my stomach
Normally, Brown is the only thing that sparks a fire in my throat
But your attitude was more flammable than a full bottle of Everclear
And not even Bacardi 151 burns as bad as the feeling you left on my lips
I yearned for the nights where it was just me, you, and Hennessey
But now I spend my 2 am nights in the deepest of conversation with Jim and Jack
But each sip brings me closer to the bottom
Reminding me how we hit rock bottom
We hit rock bottom when you drove this relationship straight into a brick wall
You allowed our love to ride in the passenger unbuckled
So I guess that makes you a murderer
Because you killed everything we had
And now that you’re gone I subconsciously drink slowly
I drive slow
Hoping reality won't hit me so hard
I was hoping to eventually find you when I swallowed the last drop
Searching for the paradise I tried to give us while downing this Long Island
But instead I was brought back to the realization that you and alcohol go hand and hand
Both giving me the best feeling one night
Then leaving me numb
With the same emptiness I felt before I picked up this bottle
And the last thing I want
Is to wake up tomorrow morning
With the remnants of your taste still sitting on the tip of my tongue
You are my hangover
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
it was sunday night when you broke
the silence by asking me what i was
thinking about, and i admitted that
i was thinking about the rain before
leaning my cheek on my palm and
turning my head towards you, and
i asked you what you were thinking
about,
and it was quiet, and you unbuckled
your seatbelt and shifted your body
and admitted that you were thinking
about me, and when i leaned over the
console and placed my hands on your
neck; when you pressed your forehead
against mine without smiling; when we
just stared at each other and you silently
told me that maybe we really weren't
just friends,
i was thinking about you, too
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
its difficult
the crash
the seemingly endless skid
skin tearing
blood smearing the pavement
the shrieking of tires
burnt rubber
we stand up
weary
shaking
only to strap into the seat again
its difficult
the low
the drop after the high
the empty nauseous feeling
needing one more hit
one more drag
and ive been knocked down
and dragged out
so many
many times
and i keep begging
begging to get back
in the ring
put my gloves on
come out swinging
and i swear
if you crash this car again
because youre high
off of some fight we had
ill leave this belt unbuckled
i wont be walking away
from this wreck again
[holyoak]
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
i said "ol' man river,
why dont' you take me for a turn",
he said "kid, you ain't got it in ya",
"i got a whole lotta heart,
and a hell of a fist,
i'll take ya down like a winner",
"c'mon then" and he unbuckled his belt,
"i ain't got no tolerance for fools",
i underestimated his kick,
over thought my bite,
only when my head hit the tar,
did i know i'd been schooled.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
He tells me that cliche again about van gogh and his yellow paint. He says i’m an artist like that. i’ll find my yellow paint. my salvation. how i scoop out hope.
i want to tell him i already have. the ugly things i shove inside myself trying to find happiness even if it kills me. my yellow paint has been entire cakes, has been sixteen shots, has been strangers i kissed and forgot, has been eating too healthy, has been eating nothing at all, has been dark nights i swaddled myself in, has been speeding on black ice, has been everything i could think of that would make me feel anything at all for once in my life. i wonder if i die like this they’ll say it was beautiful. they’ll talk about the poet who used the sharpest things in her life to carve the joy out of herself - they’ll say, oh, she knew it was toxic but she wanted to put the happiness inside of her again. she ate only captain crunch because it reminded her of her childhood, isn’t that so cute? well obviously it’s sad she’s dead but how romantic is it that she loved birds and flowers and once debated eating poison. how will they paint my ending. she unbuckled herself on highways because she wanted to be one with the sky. she refused to look before crossing the road because she believed in fate. she was a wonderful girl and will be missed while we wear socks with her face on them. van gogh ate yellow paint. we say he was trying to put the good back into him. but i’ve slammed myself against the ground trying to get death to stick. i know what self harm is when i see it.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
A Little Bad & A Lot of Good
Sometimes it takes a little bad to get a lot of good,
she wore no *******
didn’t notice till we were already laying down,
Netflix and Chill,
it is real,
not a rumor,
it’s all real,
and as cliche as this sounds,
there’s nothing wrong with cliche,
live your life,
love your life,
live your love,
love alive,
sometimes it takes a little bad to get a lot of good,
or so They say,
or so I say,
I am They,
be it as it may,
be us as we are,
see these scars,
they made me who I am,
both tender and hard,
pardon the reference,
there is no difference,
between you and me,
other than the infinite space of Everything,
sometimes it takes a little bad to get a lot of good,
this is one of those random pieces,
without a subject or a pretense,
this is not about a place or person,
this is not about an emotion or an event,
this is just about expression,
in it’s purest form,
my belt is still unbuckled,
I am shirtless in bed with her,
she still wears no *******
I still have no filter,
still writing everything,
as real and raw as ever,
because sometimes it takes a little bad to get a lot of good…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
www.amazon.com/Aaron-La-Lux/e/B00ODPJAOK
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
You managed to swerve around
the dark circles under my eyes
Staying on the shoulder (my left)
To avoid traffic
Then arrive at the beltway
which you unbuckled
Blindfolded and reckless (never abandoned)
and a complete disregard for ***** safety
pulling me over, hands behind my back
legs spread, guilty and charged
I love the way you never care if I’m in the mood
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
It's finally spring my love.
The false promise of renewal,
hope and dreams
that survived the stark of winter war.
And once again like a zillion times before,
my mind lingers on you - my bedraggled knight.
Still reminiscing the insincere
but oh so seductive cooing
of your words whispered in desperate passion.
But every time the timbre
of that poetic song dig into
the marrow of my withering bones,
the ruthless but absolutely honest voice of it all
- my taunting, yet ever loyal sidekick - distrust
kicks back and tell me
in the clearest chime of unwedding bells,
that it was never real.
No love for real,
how hard I wanted to believe.
Believe
my heart's quest always.
Pounded down by the utmost power of knowing.
Taking down shimmering gates of roses
and mashing them all into
a weeping horrified pile of compost.
Where no new flowers will ever grow.
Fodder for black snails and spiders
to feast upon, in eager anticipation
to reach deep down, to devour
the terrified, bleeding heart
that’s buried in its rubble.
And the iron armor
cladding my spiritual self
builds stronger every day.
Polished and unbuckled.
Continuously fortifying or imprisoning me.
I move in the world effortlessly,
not one soul seeing
the tons of heavy metal
that weighs down my skinless flesh.
Bedraggled knight,
who do not know
that he still hold my fortress - my heart.
And with just one wink of the white flag
would take it all down in a rumble of tears.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
It was Flight 101 to London, England
The airline being Great Britain Ways
The flight would be in hours and not days
First greeting was “Welcome Aboard”
This was a nonstop flight
But Great Britain Ways was an airline in not having passengers feel uptight
Well a certain Flight Attendant would think otherwise
The plane was now flying over London with Big Ben in the distance
Suddenly a passenger had to use the bathroom being in an instance
Yet the jet wheels were down
The Flight Attendant informed the passenger that the flight was near
Heathrow Airport and every passenger must be in their seat
Despite all that, the passenger was in the bathroom and the Flight Attendant in defeat
However, the Flight Attendant did inform the passenger to hold on tight when the plane lands on the runway
Once the wheels touched England squeaks grounds, The Flight Attendant immediately unbuckled her belt to check on the passenger
The Flight Attendant got up and the passenger was ok
Well what a flight and a day it was
But the passenger feet that touched solid ground and the flight arrived safe and sound.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
I'm back at the grind feeling mad as a hatter.
Still floating on. A poetry carpet.
No friction or pressure or fear I will fall.
Swooping and turning my belt is unbuckled.
Standing with toes hanging off.
Hands out for balance.
What the hell rhymes with balance.
Oh. Ladies and gentlemen if you look to your right
Niagra falls is a vision at night.
There goes a guy on your left on a rug.
Pass me a ***** driver so I can debug.
We will be landing in fifteen minutes.
In. Front of the sphynx.
After that captain sully sullivan is going to take the wheel.
The carpet guy is going down on a wing and A prayer.
Then back to his house for a much needed nap.
Good night and sweet dreams.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC