sometimes surgeons like to kidsometimes surgeons like to kid9 years ago in Open More Like This
Sometimes I cannot sleep.
Earthquakes burrow into sheet fibres,
knees meet the radiator, the chunks clunk
then chip away, like the roller coaster thoughts
that spin around the room.
My head smacks pillows, and I remember
all the faces I scanned today,
up/down; they sighed boredom --
and had eyeballs where mattresses should be.
Fingertips feel sore, they say sorry
for touching you. I only wanted to see
what your heart felt like on the inside
but these hands did not belong
blood-drenched in you. Right then I decided --
I will never go to the dentist ever again.
He compliments my oral hygiene
as he asks me to open wide. It makes me sick
to bear my teeth like coffee cups to the world.
My spit embarrasses me, reminds me
of all the words caught inside my palate
that I could not say.
I had a dream last night. God came to me and said
'eleven thirty and something
will happen'. He showed me you in my room
like it was October, apple blossoms were by the window
and white strips down th
finding your life jacketfinding your life jacket9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a heart like numb limbs,
bad circulation tingles hands
and essays are like a bus journey in rush hour.
I often take naps before the sun
and take walks with the moon.
This is not planned,
this loosening of eyelids, this creaking
of floorboards, this plucking of organs
one by one, so I can get to the centre
where insects play and warmth hides
in the damp.
I did not say this would be easy, this re-hydrating
of lips so I can let kisses go back
where they belong, I do not want to be brittle
with aeroplane hair and match stick smiles that splinter.
I'm trying to find somewhere to go you see,
where cigarettes and supermarkets are not important,
it is not always that simple to find yourself again
under old CDs and that look in your parents eyes
when you return home with slumpping bags
full of eyeballs and clothes three sizes too large.
The world does not care if I am holding a magnifying glass
up to my flesh or holding broken plates tight
or saying 'I am great, thanks' when I really mea
i miss.youi miss.you10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I screamed your name at the world last night
the sky was clear, the stars were bright
It was so fucking cold, but I didn't care
My breath was cloudy, I just laid there
My head was throbbing, my fingers were stiff
My mind was on you and how much I miss
your name across my lips.
I sat in the middle of the road last night
I cried so hard, I'm losing this fight
I cursed and yelled,
I've lost my mind.
I was looking for you, but all I could find was
my thoughts inside my head.
You're in my heart but it feels so dead
Someone played the guitar, he was playing brand new
the sound haunted me.
and i thought of
Our insignificant lives are such a fucking mess
I'm not thinking straight
How did we get like this?
why do the best things never last?
god, I miss you.
SupermanSuperman9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm lying here, Superman
I'm crying here, Superman
I'll be dying here, Superman
Will you save me,
I've got kryptonite
Mixed in gin tonight;
Yes I'll be alright,
Yeah it'll be alright.
The paint's done its peeling
My mind's lost and reeling
Oh how death seems appealing
(as much as it can)
But when I start falling
and my heart stops its stalling
I'll still be calling;
(are you there Superman?)
Save the world, Superman
Save the girl, Superman
But remember, Superman,
She'll never hold you like
Drown yourself in kryptonite;
So much better than a lover's fight
I'm giving up your world tonight,
But it'll be alright.
liarliar9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
'I have written you poems before
but this one will be different'
We are all a little crazy. The walls have blue eyes today
and the bed sheets are too thin,
I found five pounds outside my door -- I am a little less honest now.
If I were honest I would say
'I do not think you care'.
If you cared you would not have chewed my toes to stumps,
you would not have pulled my fingers apart one by one and placed yours in-between
If you cared
your head would have jerked when my hips blew up
on tarmac outside your window. Two tiny bombs that said more than I ever could.
You would have collected my joints like two ball bearings
and put them on the curve in your stomach
instead of leaving them there,
my veins brittle and fused.
It does not matter anymore
if you do not care, my eyeballs roll around
and fall to my ankles. I knew a boy who said life looks better
from the ground. Then he laughed
as he put his black boots on and walked away.
I have his old shoe laces to stitch my toes back