"wonderless" poems
will suddenly trees leap from winter and will
the stabbing music of your white youth
wounded by my arms’ bothness
(say a twilight lifting the fragile skill
of new leaves’ voices,and sharp lips of spring
simply joining with the wonderless
city’s sublime cheap distinct mouth)
do the exact human comely thing?
(or will the fleshless moments go and go
across this dirtied pane where softly preys
the grey and perpendicular Always—
or possibly there drift a pulseless blur
of paleness;
the unswift mouths of snow
insignificantly whisper….
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And here in this windless hole, I sit and wonder where I had left that which mattered most to me under the starlit fields of Montreal. I crave it and yet wish to God that I had never been the man who held you close to me. Everything I had in my arms in the parking lot outside of that hotel dash turned dash residence. A messy room and a crowded cafeteria. A hotel dash turned dash residence dash turning dash memory. And here in this wonderless ******** in this airtight cabin of past fantasy’s design, the rent keeps piling up and oh the dishes are due. Half-finished paperback classics flapjacked on top of each other in this white shirt no sweat world with the sleeves rolled up. This pill form city with all the charm and magic of an after dinner mint. Take a walk with me, let me tell you about this dream I had.
It had wine
and white sheets and tables.
Paintings that I knew
but did not recognise,
gasping under the grip
of yellowing wallpaper with pink flowers.
It was hell,
hell I tell you.
waking up with fever thinking I was portuguese and that there were three of me
Remembering when you sat me down,
and told me who I was in all of
two paragraphs- underline this underline that.
Black and red LEDs in full contrast of the room turning real again.
All I remember is you.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 10:23 PM UTC
As we lay here,
Lost in our melodic laughs.
I can't help but stare into your eyes.
I can see galaxies hidden into them.
I get this overwhelming urge to move closer,
I want to know you,
I need to know you.
Your smell reminds me of soft flowers,
Its more addictive than *******
And I swear I'm getting higher than an astronaut could ever dream.
I have always been a lover of the night,
But your smile captivates me more than the moon and all the stars ever could.
So as I'm walkin in the dark tonight,
Looking up at the moon,
The only thought on my mind is you.
So as I'm singing loud,
I sound like a wolf howling to the moon.
For I know that I am an animal,
And anything I touch with my teeth,
I will surely destroy..
So I know I must let you go,
But I will still sing to you at twilight,
With the hope lifting my heavy heart,
That you might hear my song to you..
~P.S.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
I met a man today
His eyes were unfair
For they out-shined whatever other details I might have remembered,
Except that beard
Which clung to his face
As if on that wonderless combination of complexity and simplicity it were safe
There was another
At a bus stop
Where I asked everyone for cigarettes for the long walk home
His face was clustered and shaped like a squirrels
He seemed to peek from beneath his baseballs cap
To see if it were safe to dissolve into society
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC
His beauty is beyond words
His words are beyond exotic
His mind is a mystery
For in which I want to solve it
I've never met someone
As wonderless as he
The way he made my heartache
Drop down to my knees
He took me by surprise
When his lips came across mine
I looked a way biting my lip
He was a god like no other
So many beautiful women
Had fallen for his power
I was just the norm
The girl that he had mistaken
But it was obvious
That tonight I was his for the taken
He then kissed me again
This time I let him
The way his lips taste
Was like pure magic
Bodies pressed together
Feeling like teenagers
Hoping not to get caught
Shirts now come off
I cover myself
I hate how my scars
Show in the dark
He grabs my arms
pins them above him
Now fingers intertwined
Gentle neck kisses
slowly I believe this is happening
I then close my eyes
I feel him move lower
His head now reach my thighs
Tiny little nibbles
My body starts to struggle
Never wanting this to stop
"Take me"
Then our bodies become one
Breathless and tried
Slightly excited
"Please don't let this ever stop"
Once it's all over
I look him into the eyes
I see the way he looked at me
As if he just won a prize
Little cries come from the other room
Now he's putting on his pants
I look at the clock and notice the time
He says "you can stay for the night"
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
I look at you
You look at me
I'm thinking your not really looking at me
I feel heat to my cheeks
Everytime I see you're blue eyes
Perusing me
The time we meet
I didn't know it yet
But now and then
I look back
Not to yesterday but to memories
They seem to fade away
But my feelings stay.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
It's a trick of the imagination
It's a tremble of words
A trickle till saturation
A treacle of the absurd
A blink to regain reality
I think therefore I have a malady
A drink and a pill
To recall of some storm
A brick
A window
A breach amongst sanity
Some ink to **** on to the page
Pad torn
And I'm a fink
A sage
A bone
And a bore
Minimum wage
On form
To earn
An audience with royalty
Score one for mortality
I'm a scribble
I'm a scribe
Free to reside
And shake up a globe
With ruin ingestures
And muddy brutality
And wonderless digestions
I am my own worst memory
A victim of vanity
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
You changed my mind
I cherish your heart
I bite my tongue
Until it hurts
Make me feel beautiful again tonight please
This love is out of control
And I'm on my knees
You're wasted again thinking about the past
But it's hard to see clearly out of tear stained eyes of glass
I maybe holding on too tight
But the beast in my heart
Won't let me leave you alone tonight
I kissed the scars on your skin
And still think you're beautiful
I know you're in pain
But you're not the only one suffering
There's no guarantee this life is easy
But when I look at you I see truth in forgiveness
I came alive with your kiss
I died inside your arms
Just take a look at my heart
Is it too bold?
Well I don't care because
I don't ever want numb to feel comfortable
Seeing your face
Was the first time I seen love
And you're all I'll ever need now
Because second chances won't leave me alone
And I know there has to be faith in love
You've always been the one
And I've always tried to remind you
Our future is just a heartbeat away from disaster
And I'm afraid we'll throw it all away
Did you mean it when you said
I never leave the thoughts in your head?
Could you ever fall in love again?
How do you know
How deep to go before something's real?
Are we losing or beginning?
Without an us there can be no happy ending
Maybe if I lie enough that I'm enjoying myself...
And you make hell feel just like home for yourself...
We would never feel alone
But I so want your lips to always be mine
Do you still want me?
Will your desire for me leave you with time?
Or will I always be a silver metal ring
Custom made to cut off your circulation
Because I couldn't let you go?
Please just keep talking,
I love to hear your voice
Sweet love,
Free me,
Free us,
For I am bound to you
And long to feel wonderless
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
she was an artist.
there was no other glow to compare to the beauty she saw, it reflected onto her skin and into her pale sunken eyes. the night is a dull and wonderless place. she watched other artists in confusion, wondering why they painted with ashes and blood onto an empty canvas. she painted with white onto black and into stars made of glass that sprang from darkness.
but she was no artist.
the lines spilling from her hands to her feet made a trace back to her heart and tangled her hair with frustration and breathless lungs. there was no longer room for a paintbrush. there was no longer room for air. the canvas was born empty. the stars were born without light. now evening towers above her, aching goodnight.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
Poetic ink
Dotted in blacks
Paint the page
Still something lacks
Memories wiped
my painted dreams
Ripped me solid
along faded seams
Belong I do not
by any accord
Words are my muse
Left at the door
Taken away
in slumber by night
Nothing forbidden
Defused by the light
Afraid what might come
in wonderless waves
Walked straight on
into pitch black caves
Written on the walls
stories are told
My muse left alone
The ink will be bold
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
I lost my self in this
Wonderless adventure.
Trying to find the way of my pen.
I drove my self into this endless cave,
Hiding my self from this world.
A continuous circle I need to break.
Beginning things an yet far from finishing.
Times like these remind me of when I left my thoughts and feelings
Not interacting with one another.
A fight between 2 Wild Dogs.
An my emotions poured into these empty bottles.
Turning my body into a empty shell.
Letting this Universe I call Inspiration Go.
"Its every where in something Creative".
Scratching the surface, crawling back to my feet.
Trying to connect all these dots,
Bringing me back to this Stimulated Mentally,
That I Call being a POET.
BY
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
Tick, tick, an hour glass.
A moment, a lifetime, and hour pass.
Sunset to sunset, sunrise to sunrise;
A fleeting moment of wonderless surprise.
Tick, tick, the consistant clock
Tick, tick, it seems to mock.
The metronome of my never-ending sorrow,
The beat leading forward to a fruitless tomorrow.
Tick, tick, an hourglass
A moment, a lifetime, and hour pass.
The question for me: if it won't last...
Why follow the hands?
If our time is time only to borrow,
What's the point of one more tomorrow?
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
Life doesn't fill me
With the same thrills
And wondrous charm
That it used to as a young lad
Through my experiences
I've been instead filled
With the horrors of humans
And their wonderless deeds
That scarred me as a young lad
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC