1 This is Acheron, Arachne, and alulae;17 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
charon navigates your veins, your annals, your bloodchambers, your stems and streams. he loses his river-drawing pole in your waters, and afterwards he closes his eyes and pretends that his arms could unpaint the stillness, could remove the ripples, pretends that he could bend down and over and pretends his cock could pierce the water and pretends he could let loose and the entire world of you could be poised
2. THESE ARE MERELY LYRICS, and I hope your eyes, your soul,
I hope your hands, your lid-fingers, your dream-nails, your
blinking outpouring palms can craft a tune for them to rest on,
(but there are so many notes
3. "I know about you."
I could not help you along. My tongue could do nothing. Pray, Sister Mary, pray, in your white-cloth robe. Change your n
trying it forwardsLINK PROVIDED IN ARTIST'S COMMENTStrying it forwards7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
ScrutinyAnd when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,Scrutiny7 years ago in Open More Like This
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect
I am lost in my own depth, I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic princes love)
and they, floating through their channels deep
dare to drown me in my sleep and in their orisons remember
So shall I be a queen bone and ash,
of crawling worms and sullied, melting flesh.
Kissed by death, I shall burn upon a pyre
knowing only distance and desire and, rising from the fire,
I shall step with soft, unfettered feet
Is There True Love.Is There True Love.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is There True Love.
Is There True Love?
The kind that gets underneath your skin,
That makes the world go up or down,
That completes everything.
Does it actually make you insane?
Borderline upon Love and Hate,
Can it make you cry and lust?
Feeling like everything is a must,
Never wanting to let go,
Making everything deeper then it is.
Is There such a thing as Love?
The kind that fills you everywhere,
Making you possessive of your lover,
Making everything you do last forever,
Replaying in your mind the moments that slowed in time,
Your First kiss,
Your First hug,
The First I love you.
Now Tell me really is There such a thing as True Love?
an alternate surrealityone day all the stars will fall from the sky like diamonds too heavy for their stitching, snapping the tenuous lifeline keeping them glittering the universe's great ballgown, and clattering, they will crash to the ground, and i will not be there to catch you. i will be holding out my apron or my shirt or the skirt of my dress, heedless of modesty, laughing like a child and trying to catch the stars as they plummet towards me, holding my mouth open for stardust like snowflakes.an alternate surreality7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
and one day i will hold both your hands in my hands, pressing your wrists together where they meet with your forehead, and you will be shaking and sobbing and trying not to breathe and i will not know what to do. so i move my thumbs in small soothing circles, pressing my forehead against your hands too, and i will do nothing at all.
and one day i will build a wall, hiding my ego and my amygdala behind it and cannibalizing my synapses to mold them, brick by brick, into something even i cannot slide behind without
Distance............Distance.Distance............7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't want to think about the words,
That meant you never knew my feelings,
The distance between the reasons,
For being apart,
My eyes believe you were unfeeling,
But my heart didn't want to believe you just left what we had,
I feel you hated me somehow,
And barely knew what to say when we saw,
Every word was a lie,
But a truth in someway.
Did i deserve to be treated this way?
Being alone yet seeing you everyday,
Without you i feel bare,
But you can't see because you are too far away,
Going around never looking at me unless you had too,
Making me almost cry,
At the fact you almost never knew me,
What am i too you?
Do you even know?
The facts lay,
Before the fact we separated,
So the distance is too far and clear,
Before the facts,
That we were to far apart too see,
That everything just started,
As you and Me.