say cheeseHow can you manufacture emotion?say cheese6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a bold statement. Look capital letter. Punctuation.
Must be true.
[i smile everyday for you, it kills me, every day, just a little bit more of me, falls to the floor, and i step on it]
whe n i fal li t coul d stil l happe nwhe n i fal l6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i t coul d stil l happe n
i a m stuc k u p dow n o n i t
dow n o n i t
i surrende r gladl y fo r
i kno w thi s
familiarit y - famil y - hear t hear t
collapsin g i n o n i t itsel f
beatin g int o m e
i a m s o sur e
s o unsur e
o f i t o f i t al l
ca n yo u hel p m e
hel p mysel f
i t i s abou t t o happe n
an y da y no w
i ca n jus t fee l i t
lik e electricit y
i n th e ai r
pulsin g throug h th e
liqui d t o m y lip s
i a m echoin g i n
thes e hallway s o f
tremblin g lightl y gentl y quietl y
i wa s s o sur e unsur e
i wa s s o unsur
-truth-will you meet me in the spaces-truth-6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
between our fingers
indivisible, but one
(and all the smaller pieces
that don't matter)
a hollow note
twenty minutes to dawn
(i know this because we've been here before)
in this moment, and this thing of arms and arms entwined, called embrace
this moment on soft notsosoft ground sheets
it's the same
and in this moment
this moment is again
and your voices
singing as the past
ceilings and walls
that do not house me
anymore, i hear you
in the future. nowi cannot tellin the future. now6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
whether or not
it's the weather
or my toes are
cold for other
on top of me
like all the
oceans and all
and dead things
and oil spills
and a need
it is only a romantic notion
a dream for a higher purpose
special things that seperate
there was something worth it
up there, you told me
no one would ever think to look for me
(i too, deserve the sun, sometimes, sometimes)
you asked never
you asked never to
never to sing
you asked never
If you keep your eyes closedI start, but I begin to faulterIf you keep your eyes closed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
catching myself on cliffs of wind chapped lips
gnawing uncertainty with white spears
(oh native tongue)
what's spinning you?
The bastard child that thinks I'm a yo-yo.
I begin again, only to fall into
the same too big for you shoes, same glazed (aspartame laced) over smile,
and you. you are... a
indefatigablewhy is it that you always realise too lateindefatigable6 years ago in Other More Like This
and yet what is that exactly?
it isnt understanding, changing yourself to fit someone else's predisposition for thoughts of you
to be same
to marry into someone else's mould
and pretty fucking picture
it is a tiny lie breathed in through tigering breaths
i can't change myself in order for others to 'make' me shake me happy
i am much better aren't i when i don't speak
it lets an impression last
doesn't sully memory
i want understanding
i i wont get it
it ' s drowning in dreams again
it is letting mellifluous memories drown me in their sticky sweet e
i just want to drift intoinsignificance reallyi just want to drift into6 years ago in Other More Like This
carrying forth another
dis- appears ?
how about just not appearing at all
strung along an inconsistent song
struggling for a moment's piece of sentiment
struck by the inability to peace it all together
we all are
another another person's triangle
a shaved head of dots to plan a map of your life
dot one, breathe
dot two, eat
dot three, drink
dot four, shit
dot five, fuck
dot six, find more eloquent ways in
say nomythical heroinesay no6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i could never be
im stuck on the way tongues feel on my neck
teeth biting my
hurried breaths loud in my ears, warm
that rising flutter
coy toyings of fingers
fervour is a word i love on my lips
i love it on my lips
a disguised notion
diffusing into pivotal emotion
i cant seem to condone this swinging back and forthing
yet it doesnt matter
n e v e r f o r g e tI'll n e v e r f o r g e t thatn e v e r f o r g e t7 years ago in Typographical More Like This
kiss in October
when you b u r r o wed into
this lust forbade
these lips i craved
to to - uch mine to.
the silent eye watch
tongue on thumb
(y) as i (o) curled around (u)
of your breathing
as my breathing matches yours
and these f i ll ings of my senses
as i breathe you in the more
when it comes to
i cant touch you
oh alwaysyears from now months from now days from now hours from now minutes from now seconds from now there will be not a trace of you left on my skin not a trace of your ghost finger tracings through my hair none of your breath in mine as i sleep not a drop of your spit on my tongue not a thumb print of yours on my lip telling me to quiet there will not be the warmth of your arms around me there will not be the magnetism of your eyes diving into mine minutes from now seconds from now there will be none of your voice in my ears as i hear it months from now years from now there will be not a trace of you in my vernacular hours from now there will notoh always6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
holehurtedlysurrendering under an eclipse of youholehurtedly6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
s erenely [so]
u nassumingly [(yo)u]
a ppearing [are]
e ternally [ever]
o bliging [only]
y ou [yourself]
y ou [you]
o bliquely [only]
e nter [ever]
a n [assign]
u nderstanding [unbelievable]
s entiment [spies]
i e a s
c v p t
i o p e
p k r r
s u a e o y
u n t s p
r w i r
pleasance: an un-i am lost in this vale of i'spleasance: an un-6 years ago in Other More Like This
this trudging through of whys
knots in my
in an all the same melting down of a couple of jumbled letters and a you
mosaicand we'll go on living our livesmosaic6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and we'll go in pretending
and we'll go out ignoring
the truths we never face
and we'll go on dying inside
and we'll go on exchanging
this for that, and every other else
to try and substitute
and we'll go on living our lives
and we'll go on living
and we'll go
we'll go on living our lives
because the best parts are always broken
because the best ones are always shattered
and you can never fix what was never whole
Hiss Kiss excuse me i saidHiss Kiss6 years ago in Other More Like This
excuse me, fucking me
i not want
want not i
i dont want to curtsy for you any more
a r a gg e d lipped derisive smile
decision on elusion
cant quite comprehend the why
suppose it isnt so
and we traipse forth and back hallways of combed straight lines
jigging the jogging of same same
i wouldnt have it
yet i do, f
Cloudy DaysIf you could wipe the clouds from my skyCloudy Days6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would never ask you to
We all need rain sometimes
Even when we miss the feel of the sun
If it weren't for the rain
How would we know when it was warm and bright?
And how would things grow?
And how could we jump in puddles getting our socks all wet?
Instead of trying to do the impossible
Trying to change my heart, my thoughts
Please just hold my hand
And maybe wipe away some tears
I need to walk this path to be me
But I don't always want to walk it alone
So be my cheerleader, be my sunshine when the clouds won't part
But let me feel the rain
Worn AwayMy peaceful tempermentWorn Away7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These placid eyes
Becoming worn and weary
Patching the holes
But the patches peel away
Revealing the tattered pieces
Of my used up soul
Energy In Spikes And SurgesEnergy In Spikes And Surges7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm kinetic. Walking ten thousand miles
just to avoid being near you. Because
there's no reason for seeing hope
falsely reflected in a waving-smile.
So I'll get off here, thanks, and then
I'll look away whenever you pass me.
And I'll ignore these songs that play
in my head. About you and me and
our possible-anything that will remain
forever, falling into something less than
Because I have energy for both of us.
In my head, we can be hyphanated ideas.
Always-and-forever and a never-going-
to-be wrapped up in my needs and wants.
Walking ten thousand metaphorical miles
I like octopiI'm in love with the way tea tastes when you let it settle down into room temperature.I like octopi6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Popsicle cold. When all I'm feeling is a detached form of heat resistance.
Close the door... please?
You cannot tell whether or not you've been crying in the shower.
When you get out, you can just say you're tired.
And I am. I am I am. So tired of not being tired. If I could feel it, then maybe, I could do something about it. But all I kind of feel is the need to hang myself in a noose of notes. A razorblade of blast beats, maybe, echoing after the still frames of blank in my mind. Bright coloured pills of every kind of wave.
I want to drown in the
Spiderling"Next!"Spiderling6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shuffle, up, shuffle.
"Three teal, seven harlequin, ten spotted mauve… one spiderling."
"Gimme your ration card!"
"I… I… I… I… here…"
Mumble mutterings, "three teal, seven… spotted mauve. There ain't no spiderlings on this here card!" Eyes ablaze and as meat.
"Please, for my… back, the pain."
Slam down hard.
"Everyone gets their fair share. Nothing more. Always less. Nothing more. Next!"
Twenty coloured pills danced down his fingertips and I quickly picked them up as they bounced once, twice. Never let them more that thrice. Or pop! All over the counter. And no more. Always less.
The ration dispenser flicked my card at me. I
batteries unincludedyou are an hourbatteries unincluded6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sixty minutes of sixty tickings
in this hour is every word
youve ever said
i have an old wrist watch my father gave me
i say old, because five years is a long time when it is a quart of your life.
i use it to count you.
staring at the straight lines and reflecting the tubed light into a dancing circle on the wall
a spotlight for an ant
i imagine a woven straw hat and cane
there was always dancing wasnt there?
there was, but it was never us that were dancing. its just a configuration.
you know, of talk.
something we forgot all about.
just likehe said,just like6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
you taste kind of nice
ill give you a try.
its been too long
i know ive forgotten.
its just like riding a bike
i always used to crash
They've got my soul.I wonder how many photographs I'm in, how many I never allowed; how many photo albums in however many countries where my back made an appearance as urban landscape. My face twisted in discontent forever immortalised on a shelf in Beijing. Belonging to people I've never known. And will never.They've got my soul.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What is your name, smiling child in nineteen ninety-three? Playing beside me, smiling at your... mother? What's her name, where do you live, what did you have for dinner that night?
I won't know, can't know, like the ways of the universe; never.
Why are these simplicities so out of reach?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I could have hurt you, sorry that I
running through the messesyou trick your mind,running through the messes6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you forget all the impulses,
you silence the routines and fractures of memories isolating your every moment.
you take a long cold drink.
you rest your head against the wall for some stability.
you let your mind drain out the sludge you keep there rotting.
you stop the motions,
you stop them just before they start,
you volley your thought processes into another direction.
you loosen your grip,
you let it take hold of you for just a second,
you allow yourself to give in to the screaming and all of the rushing voices.
you do this
you do this so you can
you do this so you can just go on.
careeningwe danced in lost moonlightscareening6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
heeding none of the trees lament
carrying forth showers of strings
and forgotten things,
latter heart cement.
we danced in lost moonlights
heeding none of skies arrest
carrying forth excuses of yesterday
and gone astray,
latter heart suggest.
we danced in lost moonlights
heeding none of the winds questioning
carrying forth dominance of surprise
and blackened eyes,
latter heart yearning.
we danced in lost moonlights
heeding none of the waves caress
carrying forth dominoes of tumbling
latter heart duress.