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-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
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
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
your lips spill truthyour ardour pearls into cups to catch my eyesyour lips spill truth6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but we do not fall for weakness; pin pricks beneath
my toes and i keep falling
your empty hands caress the washed streets of my cheeks
but too late for the deluge
you stroke tomorrows downstream
you are a word i suddenly remembered the meaning for
misusing it this whole time,
i feel such a fool.
im caught in an updraft of your hello
the easy way that smile turns into my name
turns to a frown
im seducing the last traces of your nonchalance
beckoning him out with promises
of promises
i sense your lips do lie, but we both know
a kiss can last forever and
forever can end with a kiss.
rougebetter things are sleeping than awakerouge6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she vanishes out of doorways
as gracefully as grey
clears to reveal lips
you want to touch with the tips
of your fingernails.
just to see
if the top
layer comes
off like wax.
grit you have to peel
out from under, and wade
warm up to the elbows, lavender,
to get clean
perhaps you ought to pay
for winding your way through
the cracks of uneven
there was a story between those
sighs, those sites, the
angles of you, the fuse,
the spark, the dynamite
the debris
the in-the-pocket-hi(!)
erarchy
Lickingback the lid toa newmorning.In
side it's abit offwhite, littlebits of
I'm
eyes and itMost of what I know is false. Being eaten up by doubt and many individuals' self protection measures. Most of what I know is true. Spat back out in times to spit into faces.eyes and it6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you catch my words before they fall? Hurtle them back at my liar lips before I let them drip my forevers onto pages unseen
It seems to never matter
Your eyes drafting my humble beginnings,
my horror movie glass gaze,
your extraterrestial hope
Something so much more than this.
All I want is to know
what I
Want.
But there we go again, your darling liar, I hover
just above a sequence of events, nervous
to start the domino roll
We begin, begin at the beg
Shh... try again.collecting hollows in paper cup handsShh... try again.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sky peels back
showing crooked ribs
slow trace of rainbows down the drain
"fix it. did you fix it?"
stairway to a silent conversation
echoes continue into twilight
follow eyes into the dawn
misplaced phone calls
crushing blankets, soft socks
there is no use for disquiet
no use in being too quiet
whirlpools of thought materialise
dust clouds pulsing through this wind tunnel
"shut the door. shut the gate."
you press your numbers into here
write your name down
(Valleys cascading from leather pulled mountains
trees holding more worth in years than any sentiment of me-you.
Dry stretchings
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
]
who are you to say nostationed, ready.who are you to say no6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heart block-blocking with the sugar rushing
running through my veins is a will to cash in
smile vouchers
i could say i was tempted, we can
all say we were "tempted". but you
don't know what it means when i use
a word; not then and not next year
either, i prophecise.
could you know my thoughts better
than my inner voice says you do?
i hope so
ihope(not)
i can sense it. even before it decides to invade
every last filled up to the brim part of me
and i can't escape
my fate
no matter how hard i struggle
pedalling backwards
smiling backwards
falling backwards
why is that?
wish i knew
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
"No, no it's the insecurity,Who am I (to say; to know that these paragraphs and these lines and everything I ever have, will and never say, is worth; is meant, is what I want to intimate, is understood, is mistaken, is supposed to be) fooling anyway?"No, no it's the insecurity,6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
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
but no. wrong placewoven snakebut no. wrong place6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nearly touches
the floor
hope the pattern doesn’t
imprint on my face
count the angles
see visions in the
mass-made 1975
but no. wrong place
wrong time
wrong life
hand-face
face-knee
thigh-sigh
playing songs
in my head
and failing
to
for
-get
let's exchangeand i always lived by that moment.let's exchange6 years ago in Other More Like This
walking backwards on green men flashings just to talk to you face to face
mixed tapes and cds.
-tell them all that we couldve been happy-
-tell them that-
-tell them that we never smiled so much when-
you and me, when we never danced the laws of physics could not contain us
im here standing on this straight line
viewing you in distances
targetting on the view finder
and it seems to me, every day is virtual reality
this could virtually be happening
literal only matters with a snap, bang
your eyes are beating
your heart is wandering
another new obsession with an old infatuation
(you can always
three numbers, and lateHer eyes shone like batteries exploding in a bonfire of lovers’ letters lost of love. Dizzying greys made her face seem softer than her feline scowl would ordinarily allow. But don’t call her, and don’t call her that.three numbers, and late6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Yet she was taken, in those nights that were for sleep, by someone she would cry decades over spilling into song. Music only as a prophecy for this shining two-toned alloy; electric, gold flares painted on her skin, below the nose, below the hip, teaching girls and boys to mix water to the acid.
I’m sure her scars are neat, like shoes placed at the edge of the bed, ordered before the plunge. Racing along he
apparitionyou came.apparition6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a single thought etched upon the fingerprints of me
tainting every(even the smallest of them)thing i touch
i turn into tomorrow
as easily as i crack each vertebrae
up up and up into my morning face
you should have as many painful thoughts as you can before breakfast
(or none of either, at all, if either can be helped)
you came (as early as the morning following the night i so desperately wanted to drip into untouchable time)
gladly expressed as words unsaid
relegate your coarseness to a
to a need to
need to wake
to wake (thedead) up
it isn't as simple as the notion
we three plains of all
and just before the whisper
dust dancesThey say it is a fire in the belly, but I start to think it is lights. Perching high along the ceiling, viewing all the stages of decay as the peacock feather green peek-a-boo peels itself off and dust dances spores into this waste we call oxygen. We breathe.dust dances6 years ago in General More Like This
I would grow watermelons for you in my stomach fields if you would like the time to feel the seeds beating. But I don’t remember if I ever asked you. Little watermelons of light; pink lights growing red. Don’t swallow.
He asked me for a day, he said, “we could pretend we were explosive happy, and smile so much our cheeks sting like apples, and laugh until we wheeze like
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
inconsolableit is falling back into eleven year old preset.inconsolable6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
clinking in slithering seatbelts, constricting closer
to avoid falling out the window on impact
believing that i was in a car with a stranger
without even candy allure
it is facing that tree we carved weaponry
when its branches touched the sky and now
not so far above me, not so far above me.
i took your favourite knife and carved death
into supple wood and through my plying i received
pride in a shaken word or two
- apostrophes making it never three.
in a different language it is four.
and there are seven letters in the word
i said, whilst walking out the door.
your eyes are
and just that, yesyes,and just that, yes6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it is a voluntary response
--
i cannot afford to be
so wrong
all the time
--
why am i still
so affected
--
it tickles the back of your throat
when you keep it close to unspoken
(scream quietly)
--
there are just
too many things
i don't want
committed
to memory
--
stop searching me
for answers
i've already looked
--
and it doesn't matter
that i never allowed her
to understand
--
one day
i'll transcribe
the conversations i replay
--
they solidify into movement
the words that float
around as threat
much harder than one
would ever expect
--
every moment
i waste
staring
at all
the people
moving aro
would know. where it isyou are soft like fallen argumentswould know. where it is6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you are crumpled like forgotten footpath clothes
you are fading like the morning, as i fade into the day, losing the moment-by-moment with a blink
you are soft like chamomile flowers rumpled petalled in my hands, dusting the floor yellow, staining my hands as a dream i had, that you were in and not in
and when i woke up i found my self, if it was only a moment, a moment is all that i needed, to know, need to not know... all these are just moments strung together?
strung together, plaited together
spread together like a charm
these fingers dance along the nothing
taken in by the inertia enchanting of
Dietary SupplementI push the berries into two and make little lips. Something to fidget with before I let it rest sweetness racing along my tongue. Before the seeds bury themselves into my teeth and I can feel the tang wave along my throat.Dietary Supplement6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I don't think I really learnt to savour anything. Maybe this is why I never believe things have changed until I get to a point years later, dropping in unexpectedly at friends' houses, smiling to a forty year old in boxers instead of a twenty year old in a slip.
How I get lost in the city I grew up in because my personal map contains shops and houses and other seemingly forever posts of where I am. And not exact street n
i dare not.one day, one day i'm going to break and there won't be anyone there to catch me.i dare not.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
don't be silly
no, not the one that partially... completely destroyed my will to breathe. the other one.
right now i'm so out of reach of reality that when i open my palms i find clawings and blood
and i don't remember
i dug so deep just to focus away from
my chest? im still breathing? oh, you meant something else.
i don't understand the generousity, too much comes back with a want for boomeranging
you do? when?
i suppose i can't be sure. you can. course you can't.
i don't believe in that either, just so you know.
what were you trying to mean?
just so
Leisthis is controlled purityLeis6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
this is controlled purity
this is controlled purity
this is controlled purity
(con)roll speeding faster harder faster
this is conn ed p it
it
this is it
shit is this
roll
on over
is a place
it calls upon a name
leading voices by the finger gas
net weight is less than
trembling
on nevers your systematic
synthesis sure for ward of
off
purity is control
Sta.sh
