If you keep your eyes closedI start, but I begin to faulter
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 loss of anything to say
-truth-will you meet me in the spaces-truth-7 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
you are farther away
when i am with you
than when we are
so far apart
i do not have a traditional clock
that could tick away the night
in even tones
to focus on
when i'm trying my hardest not to be awake
i only have digitalisations left
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 it7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how come perfection could be
velocity isnt lost each time
the bounce has changed
there arent enough sides inside
my skull to play any
in the future. nowi cannot tellin the future. now7 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
never to sing
you asked never
never to sing
never to sing
never to sing that song to you
watercolour my eyes a song
over the mountains
hold my ears close
and berate brush strokes - to my
solidify words in my mouth
so hard and crystal sharp
they bleed into my stomach
and grow trees up my pipes
blooming you morning
on all my photographs
a decade ago i
you in your mouthi am curious about youyou in your mouth6 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
maybe i should wait
for the situation
to present itself
rather than spend
these days thinking
WaterI lap at your feet, welcoming you into my depths.Water5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seducing your toes to step closer, wade further
Its a cool day, and I offer warmth and comfort
Begging you to swim, even though you know
That danger lurks with me
I entice your senses,
A single dance with the darkness
A sway into danger,
Cant be that bad,
- Stain -Stain- Stain -6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you remember the old pain,
the tears and the acid rain,
us making love on a fast train,
the pleasure of going insane,
the madness infusing my brain,
the red in that blood stain
I still do.
Daddy is an artistDaddy doesnt need waterDaddy is an artist5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For his bloody knuckles
To color pretty pictures,
He'll exhibit with pride when the work is done.
All he really needs
Are his eight red markers
To help him express the anger
He keeps bottled up inside.
Daddy is an artist and I am
Living proof of his ability
To cause pain.
My skin is a canvas you can use over and over again,
Welcome to the museum of horrors
Where you can admire the beauty
In every bruise, scrape and blood stain.
The ViolinistOz drew his bow across the violin's strings, testing the instrument's sound. The third string was a little off, so he turned a tuning peg and tried it again.The Violinist4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He opened his eyes and looked around him. The sun was beginning to set behind some of the few remaining skyscrapers-halves of skyscrapers, really-and the ruins of the city were tinted orange. The rubble here was old-he could always tell they were old by the few straggly plants that desperately thrust themselves up through gaps in the chunks of concrete that blanketed the ground. Old ruins had a smell, too, and a sound; a city newly destroyed was a painfully noisy place, buildings would continue to collapse, there was screaming and sirens, and the stench was always the same: blood and panic at first and then rotting flesh. That was, of course, assuming the bomb hadn't gone off in the city, but only near enough to destroy the buildings and kill the people.
But this place had seen its last radiation-poisoned soul perhaps a h
Love you in RedI love you in redLove you in Red6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
said the bullet
to the head
as it exploded
like a melon
by a mallet
as the cars were changing lanes
bits of grey matter
out of the carpet
a fresh tomato
from the market...
OH... where did I put that brain?!?!?!?
spatter marks of red
like the gun
it's the nail
in the coffin
Let the Girl DownThe moments swell in parallels,Let the Girl Down6 years ago in Other More Like This
dreams kept safe in prison cells.
Mistakes made to create your own, personal, hell.
It's easy to tell
didn't think this through.
You continue to exist,
of what ails you.
- Utopia -utopia- Utopia -7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just look outside
your shiny window
and see the progress
we have made
insurance, fast food,
the shiny buildings,
the lovely gardens,
the selfless workers
build and sing
the housewives cook,
and watch TV
and all our dreams
we learnt in high school
have now come true...
the purest tollerance
have made us pure
gave us skills
so we can build
much bigger buildings,
and lovely gardens,
and selfless workers,
and we believe
our life's at ease,
we love to think
it's this we wanted
and we're so shiny
just like buildings
still... we're as mortal
as we started
your lips spill truthyour ardour pearls into cups to catch my eyesyour lips spill truth7 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
i sense your lips do lie, but we both know
a kiss can last forever and
forever can end with a kiss.
youmesmeriseme[youmesmeriseme7 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)
you see me
i see you
is your me
you see me is i
act i into(beauty)act i into7 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
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
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 your parasol high
and laughed at the sun
it was bright light then-
it was bright light then-
it was bright light then when your umbrella on
pulled laughter from the bus
(a he i
my condolences for your
wake up, wake up
it isn't morning
but for the tumble
for the tumble
i give you warmth
UntitledThey were worse then the letters that could be something if you put them together.Untitled7 years ago in Open More Like This
And the numbers were tight and square and he hated the whole thing.
The teacher came and spoke to him. She told him to wear a tie like all the other boys.
He said he didn't like them and she said it didn't matter.
After that they drew.
And he drew all yellow and it was the way he felt about morning. And it was beautiful.
The teacher came and smiled at him "What's' this?" she said "why don't you draw something like Ken's drawing, isn't that beautiful?"
It was all questions.
After that his mother bought him a tie and he always drew airplanes and rocket ships like everyone else.
And he threw the old picture away.
And when he lay out alone looking at the sky, it was big and blue and all of everything, but he wasn't anymore.
He was square inside and brown, and his hands were stiff, and he was just like everyone else.
And the thing that needed saying didn't need saying anymore.
It had stopped pushing. It was c
"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,7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
colour blind.She saw him at the park once. He was the colour of dirt; with bird eyes and white, mapped palms. Her little forehead lined as she felt the bile force its way up until her saliva was acid. She counted her toes and bit the inside of her cheek, should she run? Are they fast runners? She figured this one must be if he kept himself out of jail. The dark man flashed a mouthful of pebbles and held out his hand- which would have swallowed hers.colour blind.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
'Don't touch me.'
Her hands were all knuckles and her baby eyes tore into his. He faltered and stepped away, a half mouthed sorry. He looked upset, a grin spread like fire between her dimples.
Suddenly she imagined force-feeding him barbed wire and then tearing it back out- the way a clown pulls coloured cloth from his sleeve. She imagined tying the left of his limbs to a heavy tree trunk and the right to a truck. Dragging and pulling until his joints sang high with dislocation and his arms snapped like twigs. The way she likes the crackle of dea
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 wasnt your body; those werent your lungs.two taught7 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 didnt mean what I was sayingbut stopped shortrealising.
I wanted to know why you felt the need to. But I knew, because you were me, and I was you, so I had toright?
In my dream I was you. Your fingers, your hands; I traced your right forefinger around the loop on your left thumb. Followed the spindly branches of your life line, resting on your luck lines and sl
you moved softlyYou moved softly, like end of summer leaves falling into autumn, turning the pages of the air with your fingers, as a silent maestro begging the orchestra to play. I never met so many instruments willing, waiting, dying to be resonant.you moved softly7 years ago in General More Like This
Stepping into the street, watching you, sounds lose meaning they dont disappear but they elongate into the stretching moment and Figaro in and out of my ears as a rushing hissing straining noise. Like whistling kettles I havent heard, in real-time, for years.
Silk rippling slowly through the air from you; your arms are fluid and wistful. You seem so sad as you run your fingerprints across your skull, parting the trees of your scalp and shaking your hair forest into earthquakes as you landslide your eyebrows into an upheaval of tectonic plates.
I never knew a frown could be so beautiful. And I never knew that painted pain could swallow my breath like lights blinking out in the night. I lie, I have always known, but you brin
too long too lateit is a gentle pitytoo long too late7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i will never know you,
and you will never know me
let's exchangeand i always lived by that moment.let's exchange7 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 be original if you stick your thumbs in your ears)
only matters with a clap, clatter
your totality. my avarice. your|my misogyny.
crash crackle crack
let me steal a few minutes, let me take a few moments.
give me some memories, give me some remembrance
------------------------------------------------------------I turned to you
would know. where it isyou are soft like fallen argumentswould know. where it is7 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 the trail of blown out candle smoke. it shifts and burns silver grey in my early-much-too-early morning eyes
you are soft, and i am weak, and i am travelling where you never
where you never
where you never thought
you sought the wrong-right things out of me at the right-wrong times
and i am full of mean-well
that you cannot savour, no you cannot save her
love is like birdi think im getting a bit too fidgetylove is like bird7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring silence onto walls again
looking through people,
ignoring flickers of recognition like goldfish picking at flakes
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
black when i like you
black when i dont
and everything is purple anyhow
i need no glasses to tell you i dont see the same colours as you
but i know you
and i know you dont know me
i never knew you
im suffering from high doses of pleasantry
the easiness between us, is only me playing the game the way my mother taught me
with a smile and mu
the truth as otheri get the best thoughts in your boarded up toiletthe truth as other7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
shutting the door tight and hiding where you won't find me.
it hasn't been used for years. the window beams
orange light at me through the cardboard.
it's warm in here, it's filled with spider breath, and i could pretend
i was an earl, with web-hair clumped as curls.
the air is dust and mould and 1980-something -
i can't quite pick the vintage.
i let it settle on my tongue and try my best to keep quiet
you'll hear me and if you do...
i tend to find perfect presents for people i used to know
ten, five, two years too late.
sometimes i buy these things just because of the feelings they evince, they procure. i leave them in places their younger selves might wander through.
do you like it?
and i don't do so well with thank yous as i'd like
no i don't do so well with you at all
i think it's kind of crazy to rely on one thought, one goal, one ability, one truth
and i find it kind of ridiculous that i tend to never follow my own