batteries unincludedyou are an hourbatteries unincluded9 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.
perhaps it wasnt forgetfulness but forced ignorance.
you know, being stubborn, like stains you can never get out in the morning.
your lips spill truthyour ardour pearls into cups to catch my eyesyour lips spill truth9 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.
just likehe said,just like9 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
Origami Love StoryOrigami Love Story9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Played Sudoko on the train, never had a chance when I saw you sitting across from me.
Peeking at you, over your New York Times, in a New York state of mind.
Noticed you'd stuck my favorite web comic between the pages,
I wanted to tell you my name.
Or take you to a ball game.
Just for the popcorn and a chance to kiss you.
Laughed out loud at your fuzzy hair and miss matched socks, first impressions are tough.
Drinking coffee, staring at your chocolate milk with lust.
You looked at me cross eyed with your tongue sticking out.
Commented it was rude to stare.
God it was beautiful when you frowned.
Say hello to me stranger, I beg of you, we could both get off right now, and we'd be together.
That's got to be wor
This is me - Gone CrazyIf this is a game Im willing to lose.This is me - Gone Crazy9 years ago in Other More Like This
I dont want to play anymore, dont make me wait anymore.
Take away your shiny temptation, the windows open but the airs frozen.
Im over heating.
Spinning my self sick.
Crying about more then I could ever realise.
Mourning things that where never mine to
What am I trying to say?
I dont want to say anything.
Ive fallen into place where I expect you to know it all.
Back, Back, Together.
Front, Front, Together.
Lost my mind, lost poetry.
Why is none of this flowing properly?
Why the sudden freak out lock down.
Why am I so god damn hot?
Air sticks in my mouth and my hair weighs me down and I swear not even youd dare love me now. What am I crying about?
This block is breaking my heart.
I dont want to be in love.
I dont want to want to want.
Tears sting already glistening sting.
My jaw hurts from holding my screams in.
With out warning this day runs away from me.
I want to blame you.
But there is no you
Give up on that emptyIt is with your visible formsGive up on that empty9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and deep laments; carrying you
across tempests of metaphor.
A million ways to say
the same heart ache made
But we are left with our
alones, our darkened skies
of misplaced whys. Fists
beating upon a simile
drenched with synonyms
for heart hurt.
Are we here to commiserate?
To begin again a dance
whose music stopped
before the curtsy thanks.
And even if this waltz is
burdened by cliche
shared by many with only
differentials; variables of
the same theme and same
outcome: I again will
pretend that no one has
ever kissed like this.
becoming y.I was brought up well.becoming y.9 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
My mother taught me to feel guilty about everything.
And of all the boys that ever flailed their cocks at me like I owed them that kind of therapy, you were the only one that made me feel like a fucking whore.
but i want to go back to there, to then, to that time. not now. not here. not this.
this is shit.
i am in read-only mode.
give me some hope for other people
i'll sleep when the room stops spinning, when the thoughts stop coming
got none left for me
i try to make as little noise as i can. in whatever i do.
i smile at little kids. they tend to smile back.
it's like infiltration, a pretty package, with a lot of bastards at the ready on the inside.
coax, lie, debilitate with kisses. be pliant when in first rhythms, then never change, then only ever force change
you lied first. you lied so many times, that there are whole periods that i can't reconcile
in my mind with reality. its all a bit incongruous.
then you, you say, stop dwelling on the pas
is this how it is to fly?the sleepy storm of your aeroplane fingersis this how it is to fly?9 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
is this how it is to fly? arms wicked propellers and spinning
turning running sideways centripetal;
my centre? is where, is where?
i am your el(e)-o-c(tro)ution
you are my hard starboard.
everyone was once a smaller face to cry
the circle, the squarei tried this morning i did. i tried very hard, and it started but it never reached a crescendo, it sort of fizzled out like a not held on to the bottom of balloon.the circle, the square9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
it started. but there was no follow through. i think i've run dry. it scares me, scares me so much, because it's lurking somewhere dark and mysterious, maybe somewhere locked behind my ribs, somewhere in between all my pulsing soft textured organs in my abdomen. with bright ugly eyes and waiting.
maybe it was a conscious unconscious subconscious thing. where my mind in all it's forms wouldn't won't doesn't let me at all. if ever, anymore, again.
just left with red slight swells and a head ache. i think i stopped it, stopped the attack before it broke.
consciously unconsciously subconsciously stopped the anxiety attack just before it floored me,
nice time too, in the shower, could have slipped and fell like so many other times.
the water washes it away.
the water washes nothing away.
i dont believe her when she said that hot
would know. where it isyou are soft like fallen argumentswould know. where it is8 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 bird9 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
call it the dress up gameI go out and dress up in your old words.call it the dress up game9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People ask me your name I tell them in vain.
Hoping you'll close your eyes and kiss.
Your lips touch mine but your mind goes to some other happy place, it's not my face.
Pondering if you regret not calling my name
You and I will never be the same.
Just feel the pain of old marks.
Not enough to free you, from my constant delusional stream of affection.
the unwanted attention
Something about snow fall and hellos that page has messages about your smile
Even though you've never seen it, I'm always trying to see your smile.
Some words never reach.
Hers should reach me more
His should touch me less
Lie. No lay with me.
Bitter truth is just bitter.
Let's work on honesty.
Your kisses always felt real.
Forgive me for running to you
For coming when you call.
act i into(beauty)act i into8 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
black hole mouthsthe grace is lostblack hole mouths8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from simple fingers
clutching cool-cold hands
and yours were always warmth
it was by accident
your skin's blush, crimson
as a sun descent
is there no better apology than a kiss?
but the dreaded path of neck to shoulder to
delicate in the darkness
heat is relative
and cold is forgot
containment in your mouth
are my words swallowed straight
from murmured intent
and when i escape the void of your lips
think better of me
think better of me
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 dances9 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 dont remember if I ever asked you. Little watermelons of light; pink lights growing red. Dont 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 horses. But how do you pretend youre pretending, he never told me. I think I seem to miss the point sometimes.
I cannot recall the name of the streets we lived in, on that day. But I remember the clouds and their foray with the birds, and the sun swords chivalrous and terrible across the zephyr pull, and push of yo
in the future. nowi cannot tellin the future. now8 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
The Puppet MasterDo you understand the pain?The Puppet Master9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know what you did?
Can you understand how you hurt me?
Can you feel remorse for it?
You push and pull me
You turn you love for me on and off like a tap
Do you understand I can't live like that?
I need you to love me all the time
You want to be free
And you want me on a string
You say you love me
You just don't want to be with me
What did I do to deserve this?
What did I do worthy of this torture?
Am I loved or am I not? Am I yours or am I not?
This has to stop
Emotional I am, hurt and angry
Do you know how I feel?
Are you happy as a puppetmaster?
But this puppet has cut her strings
I can't dance in your show any longer
No more painted wood for me to be
I have to live and breathe and do
And I will never dance again
no thingi know my name is different on every tongue utteredno thing9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i know my voice is heard in your way, not mine
i know whatever i release into their world, it can never be mine again
i know that holes in walls can't be glued back together with kisses
i know that once i finally wash these clothes i can still smell you
i know giving up on things for sakes of someone's elses will only make me worse
i know that following old pathways will only lessen my resolve
i know that laying in my supposed self-delusion is only re-enacting my adolescence
i know that allowing myself to open up will only end in destruction
i know that falling into old habits is what always saves me
i know that not allowing myself will only bleed me dry
i know that i should shoot the birds and not myself
i know these words look better on paper than anywhere else
i know that my memories default to what i like to lie to myself about
i know the edges come out clearer when i look red razor eyed
i know the cracks appear when i stop drinki
What is noi was looking for someone once,What is no9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it wasnt you,
but i found you instead.
i wasnt disappointed so much as surprised
but life takes different courses
as rivulets of tears and blood down my cheeks
you know. you do.
when realisation hits you like a knife in the guts
spewing forth your last meals,
and all the tubework you knew you had, but never have had the pleasure of viewing.
i remember the day i saw my first.
i remember the day i saw my first.
i remember the days of everythings
but i like to shut it out
i like to remember sunshine
even if the warmth i feel on my face in closed eyes
is the heat of anger
the rain i feel,
of points to shoot off from
sentinels bolting down,
canoeing across lands expanses.
to battlegrounds of fingermarks.
i could tell you all a story
whilst telling myself, for the first
i could say to her what i lied about
but it wouldnt make it better
and phone calls from nowhere are so lovely frightening
i hang up after the first hello
youmesmeriseme[youmesmeriseme8 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
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 softly8 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
and i told her to waitand i told her to wait one hour and a day, but she was too impatient.and i told her to wait9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead, she stayed for a year and a week
and wept bitterly at her crying shoes.
i said, 'dont cry for your feet,
they only follow your voice
and you make the choice to lead them astray'
she bit cheeks of an apple, and left me the core
i told her no more and she took back hello
ate up all my heart, drank all my love juice. spat all the pips out. the whore.
she dallied past non sequiturs and fell victim to gullibility,
her paranoia blinding her light. she couldnt see, couldnt hear, nor realise
what was so blatantly latent.
i asked her what it meant to let the sky fall around you
and she said it has everything to do with looking up
always looking back with more to do than smile. she sighed
i told her, 'your knees creak with uncertainty
because you never found the time to decide,'
she replied with 'but i dont even like apples'
'dont fall victim to yourself,' and she laughed
and cried and screamed and fell over herself a
shhh... my place.i want the rain kissed gardens of my youthshhh... my place.9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with snail and worm across your palm
and bee and butterfly dancing upon the flowers
where morning drops of kisses on everywhere
- slick shine refracting soft daylight into my eyes
where feet in shoes too big for you would cascade you
down the slippery slopes and down those hills!
hills that are mere bumps in adulthood.
captivated by the colours high above you, you cant reach
until someone older comes and presents you with
the flowers from your favourite tree.
we fought battles carved of sticks
and finery cloaked of green
bore scars from terrible trees
we shook in anger
for our dripping legs and the flowers
from the fire tree
bleeding down toward the rain kissed grass
as our own blood mingled with the fallen flowers, bruised underfeet.
every year the trees
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 it9 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