Feel itOpen up my wounds and watch them heal again, slowly
Take down all the stars up in the sky tonight, and watch them die
I can taste the shapes while colors speak so softly
Can you hear them?
Can you feel the crushing weight of an eternity?
Don't talk about forever
When you know the end is just a kiss away...
Rainbow rainbow, black and grey
Can you feel it?! Ha!
Sparks upon my lips and an ocean beyond the clouds
A race of human-robots, so much better at loving than me
I'll rip and tear at the mechanics in my brain
Until I'm something real again
Until I have something that no one can take away from me.
It's feeling, it's emotion: a livewire without a name
It's sound in technicolor
A dream within a dream within a dream...
They're itty bitty speckles flowing through my veins
Can you not taste them?!
Please slice me up and say I'm not insane
I'm not deranged
It's just that pain is absolutely orgasmic these days
And I know I love you
But I just cannot recall your name.
losing everything i never hadit's an early morning as the sun is rising, stepping into my mother's room and moving towards her bed, careful not to disturb the dark shadows on the walls, or the lulling silence that's filling the steps between us, i ask her when she wearily opens her eyes, "why was i born?"losing everything i never had6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
her face held no expression, and she didn't reply
she didn't reply
i might as well not have gotten out of bed today.
i might as well be -
and sometimes as i'm sitting in the passenger seat, i lose track of where i'm headed. i lose track of the fact that i'm moving, i'm moving somewhere slowly across a map. i'm moving with the world, and i'm just one person out of so many. so fucking many. i watch the rode beneath the tires blur passed us. i watch the clouds drift along with us, the trees look like ghosts. i feel the time move along with us, as the sun falls to the floor and gives up letting the stars take it's place. the moon has painted my skin white, just as i sputter out my words and let them fade
Stages of a DreamStages in a series of seven mirrors faded.Stages of a Dream7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Stages in another now smashed.
Stages in a series of seven mirrors arcane.
Stages in the mirror inverted, inside out mocking.
Stages in the final mirror black, reflecting lies nevermore.
Like so many fall leaves,
their colors chasing down the winter.
Sinking, struggling with binds never ending
as the darkness grows heavier.
A pyramid of seven pendulums, six lost.
The last now but a child's toy,
opening worlds in between the margin of sleep.
A cacophony of intensities scream of the circle broken.
Laughing was the worm god.
My hatred now conquered.
My eyes fill with a galaxy of stars exploding.
False is now true they tried to say to me.
I but laughed, as I walked away from my cage of tears.
And into the light I walked on forever.
Towards the face of the real.
the carnival of ash.If in time of flowers there should come a waltzing hour whenthe carnival of ash.10 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
a watercolor caravan breaks through a grove of charcoal trees and from the boughs you see some tiny wizened fingers flash the secret skies a sign at morning,
then take care to bend the sunbeams, shush the bed springs, dust me from the dirty corner, sweep my bones, cajole my feet, for the king has called off melancholy.
It's a carnival of ash.
If in time of needles you are dancing with black beetles and you hear a velvet beating from the heart within the ground
get away from torpid thinking pay no mind to time or cost
move your mouth to sound the call
this is the carnival of ash.
Hear the wicked little nettles pine for places in processions. Here the mandarin orange doctors scrape lapels and scrub their noses. They sell potions disproportioned with a disease for every cure, and little more, their pockets lined with plastic, for that bit you buy but never see, so equable and agreeable they are. Here too mu
The Vampire and His Servant I The Vampire and his ServantThe Vampire and His Servant I7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
As I fall on the withered ground,
I stare up at the darkening sky,
Tears pouring from my pleading eyes.
I want to be free from this hell
Light footsteps sound, stepping toward me.
I turn my head, slowly, the fear sending chills down my spine
Making my heart cold.
He walks towards me, his graceful legs carrying him closer.
His long black hair whips against his pale face
As a sudden wind makes contact with his slender body
As he reaches me, he kneels down in front of my crumbled body.
I flinch visibly and turn my head a
the science of silence.your arms form a barrier, blocking out all sound,the science of silence.7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
there is nothing but you.
you are the only thing that
can make a buzzing fan
sound like a butterfly;
a creaking house
like a lullaby.
moaning wind and soft footsteps,
tickings of clocks, downstairs.
but you made it feel like a soft cocoon;
a weightless wall of something golden:
"silence is good in its absolution,"
napoleon at sevenan old guitarist sittingnapoleon at seven10 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
on a watercolor hill,
plucking on six strings absent.
two halves of breasts running near
under van gogh's starry night,
under black-white guernica.
everything in all jigsaws,
everything in trepid cubes.
a girl before a mirror
with violin and guitar,
sitting with three musicians
and a woman with her book,
stippling all realities
of intangible maternity.
hours yielding from dalí's clock,
minutes sub-the alchemist
like rain, like raining, like rained—
portraits wilt with abstract smiles.
clear sfumato, oh still life,
napoleon at seven.
OilThe human body is a perfect reconstruction of divine heresy.Oil7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Souls come and go, but transcendence will always reign supreme.
Water can purify my mind as much as blood can purify my thoughts.
The image in my reflection has devil horns...funny how life has grown kind to me.
Haunting ShadowsTime slips away,Haunting Shadows6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Like some sort of sand,
Its colours fade between,
The forming gaps in my hand...
The clock ticks on,
And I just have to glance,
At the shadow behind me,
To know I don't have a chance...
I turn to face it,
"My soul?" I ask,
and the shadow nods,
And moves on past...
It takes me to the rooftops,
To see from the sky,
To see everyone I have hurt,
And have made to cry...
I ask, with sadness in my tone,
He turns to look into my heart,
And shatters every bone...
GoreYou look at me like I am a monster...you're right.Gore7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I will slit your throat when you least expect it.
Since I'm such a nice guy, I'll let you choose where you want your kidneys to end.
Being a serial killer is quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me.
ConvulsiveLet me be the day whenConvulsive6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
day breaks into reality.
And let me be motion,
stirring your stream.
Let me be dream
and let me be future
Let me take sunlight
where there is none to shine.
And let me draw galaxies
into your skin,
and let me be all that I dream.
Nerves and pictures.
let me be abstraction,
depend on me.
And when daylight
refuses to take me
Let me thrive on insanity;
I bury my sanctity
with the words on your chains.
Black doves be my ravens,
flying into my pins,
my nerves all a jitter,
collapsing into the stream.
And when you draw circles
into my hand,
That's when I dream
of carving galaxies
into your skin.
shooting star sonataI saw you staring out over the blue and bushy earthshooting star sonata10 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
under a lamp post burning dim and yellow when
i slid across the opal sky in june. i spun and zang like a rocket down
like a spark from dusty shadows on the moon.
Like a spark from dusty shadows on the moon i
darkened, twinkled, -saw the crushing weight below the clouds-
the tight box houses crunched tiny corridors and frowns.
so cold it must be there, blown about by wind by wind and drenched by rain and washed out by rain 'till nobody has color anymore.
And nobody has color anymore. like dried up
vines that wrap around a tree and
--that is the most natural thing--
So i saw you wispering wishes at the sky
--that is the most natural thing--
trusting in the wind to carry them high
out of your own orbits up to me and i
might carry them to god
let me tell you something boy -i've been there-
let me tell you god spoke once
in long and dusty tones and now
under a lamp post
Degrees Warped By FragmentsDegrees Do Worse Warped By FragmentsDegrees Warped By Fragments10 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I sit among a contingent of fresh-faced athletes doing mostly
Reading a book on the crosses of cosmogony when I feel a hand
On my shoulder. I turn around like a toddler's wind-up toy and
No face to match the arm suspended in space by something unseen
Faces of clocks abound on every wall I sit across from, next to or
It makes no sense to me. Half an hour will pass before I have slept
Hours, and yet exhaustion always accompanies me, even during the
Rush of excitement I feel when the clocks cease ticking.
Library books are beginning to pile up, most of them long overdue
On shelves read less than twice, ones never even cracked open for a
At their lively entrails, innards I normally would be happy to gorge on.
I sit in the dark and wait for hunger to take me somewhere new.
Game shows are on and I have to buy a vowel to finish the conversation
Are having at the dinner table.
The Vampire and His Servant VThe Vampire and His Servant V7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
PLEASE READ THE FIRST PARTS BEFORE YOU READ THIS ONE!!!
The Vampire and His Servant V
My eyes open and all I see is darkness
I sit up and try to make out where I am.
The darkness lightens a little as my eyes slowly adjust.
I am lying in the same bed that I was in before.
I must have fallen asleep
My face starts to feel warm and my heart
beginnings and ends.pause and playbeginnings and ends.7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
black and white
and vertigo with nothingness
and endless thoughts
all about i love you
and jump off cliffs
hey little girl
lost inside your own
do you love it when
you shed shining tears
and summer nights
and dress-up dolls
and skinned knees
Simdi Bir YerlerdeSimdi Bir Yerlerde7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Gün günden odamın şeklini alıyorum"
ŞİMDİ BİR YERLERDE
Şimdi bir yerlerde topraklara su döküyor kadınlar
Şimdi bir yerlerde ekinler tohumlanıyor
Sazlıkların orman orman diplerinde karıncalar sevişiyor
Kumsallarda toprağa değiyor ay
Güneşin hatırasına sarılıyor
Çoban yıldızı gözlerini yumuyor
Şimdi bir yerlerde deniz kokuyor
Kimsesiz köpekler ayaklarını denize sokuyor
Mandıralarda peynire, yoğurda ölüyor inekler
Çeltikler, sulak ama yalnız güneş ülkesi
Derinlerinde tane tane inciler
Derinlerinde bir tok toprak
Çeltiklere varamayan sular
Doyuruyor karpuzları, buğdayları, günebakanları
Kovana dolar gibi
Şehirlere doluşmuş et et kalabalıkları
Cracked Ceramic Smile BleedingCracked ceramic smile,Cracked Ceramic Smile Bleeding8 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Hollow is the laughter of bleeding eyes submerged.
Forevermore, and without end, the face paint ruined.
Standing now at the edge of forever, Staring deep.
Into the doll's mind my soul collides.
Shattering into but one piece.
A twisted green temple, I said,
As I fell down a ladder,
never meant to be climbed.
In this false smile, the truth screams.
As I took all of your betrayal, like a candid reptilian thing,
with ravenous eyes, also green.
In the dark shadow of a raging light,
I cling to it's cold.
I stare into the eye of the prey animal,
and see an eternity yet to come.
Stumbling over a sky full of stars,
I lose my footing and tumble forward.
Only to stretch out endlessly upon the face of the Godhead trembling with wrath.
Alone the puppet stares back, blank, accusing.
Never will she laugh again. Not now, not with the strings severed.
I reach down, tearing and clawing at the blood drenched Earth, red.
Red... Red is the color of the ant's tin
Chalk OutlinesChalk Outlines10 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Hold my hand.
and together we'll walk into darkness. side by side.
not to be torn a part.
our dreams trying to lead us into different directions.
We let them die.
like our stories. our friends. our hopes. our wishes.
they got old and worn out. We'd do anything to be together.
(We are a puzzle.)
the 2 of us.
leaving the world around us incomplete
like a big puzzle that's lost it's pieces.
(We were a puzzle.)
we outlined ourselves in chalk. again.
to keep us safe. to stop the outside world from drawing us back.
drawing us a part from each other.
To belong to something that didn't rightfully deserve to
so we came back
and killed it.
everything was alright.
at least for a while.
then he came.
I Think I Might Sleep TodayI Think I Might Sleep Today9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
The sea is rough stirred with tea spoons
Dishes swim in kitchen made dreams,
Crossing the land hooked onto a washing line.
The landscape is dirty linen, clothes and sheets
Being washed, ironed and folded out again and again,
A little rain never hurt no-one.
Words are flames in a cooker
Spread out like a jigsaw table cloth,
Staring into tealeaves and seeds
Creased and scattered into the breeze.
My only friends
Kitchen appliances speak to me,
As I escape dodging around empty seats
Curled around the tip of a fork.
Dishes swim in kitchen made dreams
Crossing the land hooked onto a washing line,
Words are flames.
Kitchen appliances speak to me
A little rain never hurt no-one,
This bleeding heart sneezed out of his nose
His better than anything I can prepare.
KATAKOMPKATAKOMP7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Bir sürü ayakkabısı olanlar
Bir müze beslerler etlerinin altında
Çünkü gidenler ayakkabılarını yanlarında taşır
Ve gömer bilmedikleri bir şehrin tren garına
Herkesin içinde herkes kadar yatan
O büyük cenazeye.
Sokakların kara kedileridir
Geceyle gündüzün arasına girerler
Bazen de senle benim
Çünkü ben geceleri uyuyamadığımda yosmaları düşünürüm
Çünkü onlar da beni düşünür
Senin gibi bir adamın yanında uzanmış hayal ederler beni
Tiril tirildir bacaklarım
Sıradağlar gibidir ardı ardına kalçalarım
Ve yalınayaktır o an koca başım
Kirpiklerimden otomobiller geçer
Kirpiklerimde otomobiller park eder
Her birinden sen inersin
Eteklerinde kara kediler
The stormCartilage-smooth azure extendsThe storm7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
above bent heads.
Furrows s t r e t c h b e y o
the edge n
EL RELOJEL RELOJ7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Estaba encima del minutero
Cuál pasos son crujientes
Y mi niñez, mi infancia
Era el pasado lo mismo
La ciudad hermosa lo que nunca puedo volver
El sueño lo que nunca he visto
La pesadilla lo que nunca puedo sentir
Lo que nunca puedo dormir
Ya no sabes que es dormir las pesadillas
Ahora yo tampoco
Y ya no sé tampoco cuantas veces
Mi caballo negro caminó al galope
Alrededor del círculo
Aunque estaba encima del minutero, mi caballo
Que es un erudito frágil y esclavo
¡Paciencia! La noche es corta me dije
Tan la vida
La vida es más corta que una noche
Y mi vida es una cuerda
Rodeando al cuello de mi caballo
En cada viaje
Alrededor del círculo
Estaba encima del minutero, mi caballo
Y mi vida era solomente un recuerdo
Alrededor mi cuello.
O esta noche
Y mi reloj ya no es círculo.