| Deviant Login | Shop | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
-truth-will you meet me in the spaces-truth-6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
between our fingers
become tiny
atom-like
indivisible, but one
(and all the smaller pieces
that don't matter)
trade electrons
become
heavier
elements
----
a hollow note
crawls up
my throat
when you
depart
----
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
this look
it's the same
and in this moment
this moment is again
----
and your voices
singing as the past
ricocheting off
ceilings and walls
that do not house me
anymore, i hear you
strum af
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
and dancing,
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.
perhaps.
perhaps.
perha
i love the way i say ithow come perfection could be the smile of apology you made when you were always latei love the way i say it6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how come perfection could be
could be
would be
cant be
was?
was.
wasnt.
was it?
ricocheting back
and forth
velocity isnt lost each time
the bounce has changed
direction
is this how it is to fly?the sleepy storm of your aeroplane fingersis this how it is to fly?6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hurricaning gentle rushes along the tips of my ear flesh--
no, i did not say stop
as a child in your arms, I wish for more wishes
too few are the moments we glide beneath our eye sheets
tucking our tears into slippery sleep
when does wait turn into savour?
jester flowers dance jangly yellow beneath my feet and i feel
the gentle grumble of the wind's distaste through my ear pipes
along my jaw; my straining neck
a furore of bent elbows and outstretched arms tasting cloud whispers
on my cheeks, on my lips, and my hair no longer obeys the law
of gravity
is this how it is to fly? arms wicked
just likehe said,just like6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
"
you taste kind of nice
ill give you a try.
"
i said,
"
its been too long
i know ive forgotten.
"
he said,
"
its just like riding a bike
"
i said,
"
i always used to crash
"
I Love -Hate-I Love -Hate-6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The way you scuff your feet. The way you pick the roses past their bloom, so you can jingle shake their petals as you walk, without a bride. The way you haven't brushed your hair since you were ten. The way you're comfortable with taking turns in dialogue. Your pauses of breath. Your silver step. The way you croak good morning in the lazy afternoons. The way you only like your yolks runny. Your meat soft. Your bread hard. The way you fill the cup with too much hot water. The way you let things steam until we're blind, with something not unlike tears. Your apologetic 'no's. The freedom in your 'hello's. Those jeans you never wore. The picture
to build-up smilesi'd like to seduce happinessto build-up smiles6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
buy a new dress for contentedness
slut it up for ecstasy
pull down the sheets on frivolity
melt down the wax around sacrifice
excuse myself for rushing
i'd like to choreograph prayer
the build-up to the artifice
stop smiles from touching
begin the wake before the dawn
the black before the white; a pair
disbanded before a circle shared
one half realising, "i'm just another pawn."
love is like birdi think im getting a bit too fidgetylove is like bird6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring silence onto walls again
looking through people,
through crowds
ignoring flickers of recognition like goldfish picking at flakes
from heaven,
or my fingertips
im walking with an aim of nothing
i shudder at the words im supposed to be saying
like its supposed to supposed to
and i could eat my apathy with ribbons
splattering sugar on the cement
[i didnt buy them]
i collect--much too many a thing
i collect people
in my head
short films of them
it doesnt matter that reality lies to me with
black and white shades of grey turning everything into a big mess of purple
when i like you
b
you in your mouthi am curious about youyou in your mouth5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of course, i'd like
to know how many sugars
if any, i think i'd like
to know how well
done. but i'm not sure
of course, if i should be
curious (or otherwise)
if it is indecent
of me to speculate
ponder how much milk
wonder what textures
you favour
in your
mouth
maybe i should wait
for the situation
to present itself
rather than spend
these days thinking
about
it
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
act i into(beauty)act i into6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
obscured into a blur
i become fluid with the silent
motion of the lines
my eyes are a continuing moment
along the spectrum of heard
seen tasted felt
(smelt)
--
this is the wonder of is
--
i miss the genesis
the before the flood
--
the fluid motion
of calling home the birds
with a scattering of seeds
--
the tips of your hair
dapple bright ecstasies
on your reflection
they drip the terror
from your throat
floating downstream
--
a tracing of your skin
under my skin print
injects memory into my fingers
and solidifies in silence
--
it was raining when-
it was raining when-
it was raining when you held you
say cheeseHow can you manufacture emotion?say cheese6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can't.
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]
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
reasons
--
your thoughts
are like
an avalanche
melting
on top of me
like all the
oceans and all
the seas
inundating me
with backwash
and dead things
and oil spills
and a need
to drown
--
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
there
(i too, deserve the sun, sometimes, sometimes)
--
you asked never
you asked
you asked never to
never
never to
never
never to sing
you asked never
never t
When no one is around youLook, I'm going to start saying your name like a swear word, okay? I'm going to muster all my little kiddedness and scream it like I can offend someone, see.When no one is around you6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm just going to say it at inopportune moments, and clasp both of my hands over my mouth when I say it in front of the wrong people.
I'm not going to say it like a magic word anymore, I'm not going to say it like it invokes enough happiness in a papercup that I can swallow down and easily discard of the carrier. Crush.
Well then. I'm just lying arent I?
I'm not going to say your name at all anymore; I leave it up to the screams.
whichever waydon't you forget that yesterday used to be a tomorrow.whichever way5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
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
when you wish you had-n't-stringing your eyes with garlands of stars iwhen you wish you had-n't-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wish to impeach you, maybe impregnate you
with a will to breathe
(in
deep)
but what are you but an incoming breath
to me? an unapologetic zephyr gracing
my inner vineyards
ruffling the leaves with whispers
(i understand it
isn't so collapsible, and
i'm forgetting i forget
you)
but when the winds turn
you're a harlot, ruining this year's
yield of self
(importance and confidence)
and i'm understandably drinking
up
down
the vinegar left
trying to breathe in the lights
i gift you with - always
and i have only the stars
to thank,
the stars to blame.
it isnt really an island, butthis skin i'm init isnt really an island, but6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it isn't me so much
as my toes
are my feet
my fingers are my hands
my eyes my face;
shoulders, knees
floor
and it isn't me
so much, when i smile
or cry, or fall apart
down splitting sides
it isn't me so much
these lips (that speak
for me) and i rarely invade
the privacy of my heart
but then i get lost, in
all the things that are
supposed to be (me, but
aren't), in who they are
and why (no matter
how hoarse i make her throat
with screaming after her)
she doesn't come when i call
I have I’s in the back of my hedonism.
When I finish there will be a river
Translucent and cascading
“I know
generally speaking. I loveToday it is simple.generally speaking. I love6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It begins with caves opening to reveal blindness for little seconds before my eyes painfully adjust. Travels on up a steep slope that jagged legs, crinkle left and right to straighten, when everything is level. Ten minutes pass (remember: I’m always almost always lying about the time, but it’s only because I don’t remember), and on the eleventh, I’m wet with water that could’ve touched so many dead things before it washes over my lips.
But still, morning comes with clean. And when I open my eyes to streaming water I feel happier when it is not mine; let it wash clean my orbs, blaze them fire-danc
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.
DeliveranceI see the end, and it doesn't come with an all encompassing light.Deliverance6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It is me hidden in your arms, eyes covered in your chest and crying. I can't see why. But I know it is the end, I see the cue, like the loud music playing for the credits at the end of a movie. I’m hearing nothing but struggling breathing, it is your heart, giving up on its useless function, your lungs collapsing under the weight of my heavy head.
I see this same sequence play out, every time it happens. I can’t tell you when it happens, just that it does. Your face is hidden under your hair and you are leaning towards me, as if your body was curling into itself,
two taughtYou were me in my dream. I watched you placate myself with nervous flickings of my fringe behind my ears. Smoke curled around my splutterings as you habitually inhaled, forgetting it wasn’t your body; those weren’t your lungs.two taught6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I tried to warn you before you looked into my satchel; you made me take out a handful of balled up tissues, bunches of forgotten receipts and a half empty notepad, with some useless words scrawled joylessly across the half full. No pen.
Curses started to back flip continuously out of my mouth, words you had always said, and I had never wanted to. I tried to tell you that I didn’t mean what I was saying&
The priceWould you be angry if I stopped right here. Got off and let you down.The price6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Got up and left you there. Stopped myself up and said no, no more.
I think I would be angry. I think I would not want you to dance upon those streets alone, frisking to the fro. And gruyere dripped from lips I wouldn't be wiping, crumbs of boudin noir I wouldn't be laughingly picking out of your beard. You've got a little… here… no there…
I'm sure I would be angry, but I'm angry anyhow, and location displacement makes all the difference how?
I wouldn't be the one idly picking flowers, hummingly, sweetly when I know I shouldn't be, you reclining on elbows, watching me as
youmesmeriseme[youmesmeriseme6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
you mesmerise me
you rise me; me's me
me me me, rises you
mire see you, me e
see you-me, sire
is you (me-you)
(is mess,
yes)
you see me
(some mess,
yes)
i see you
you miser
(misery
yes)
is you
is you
is you
is your me
you're me
(my m
ess)(m
ore)
um, i,
i
rise
yes.
(i'm ire;
you ire)
i rise
you...
(you mimes)
you eerie
(me iri;
you ism)
you see me is i
mes mere?
yes, sir
i is
]
Sta.sh
