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.
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
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 of awake
or something ineffable and non-speech
blur your horizons into a dream
so i can be(in)lie(you)ve
-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
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
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;
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 Is in the back of my hedonism.
When I finish there will be a river
Translucent and cascading
I know you are a busy man, but just try to think of it from my point of view."
What, in a g-string and bra?
When I begin there will be no end
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 you know, you helped. you really did.
and you, you helped disintegration hasten.
don't. just please.... please don't.
like an actor, command your space. you have control over your body. every movement. every inflection,
got to calm down got to calm down got to calm down got to calm calm
i'm not i'm-m-m not shshshhaking
the heater i
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 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
will you:will you6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
open your fingers
t h e
loop them inside
the archway (don't forget to
wipe your shoes, take off your hat)
stroke the warmth
emanating from the open
breathe in deep the scent (and exclaim
its enthralling qualities)
dip in, dip in
and not let
and feel the
in your insides
you (like voyagers
have tea with me?
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
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
Lickingback the lid toa newmorning.In
side it's abit offwhite, littlebits of
I'mnotsure whatkindof fruit. That
delicately uneven are your shoes
long and my shoes tall. (im crawling
dangerously close toa
dusky kind of forever[heaven])
Although, I am mostly fed up
with the particulars.
you dont deserve the strato-cumulus
like you used to and you never
memorised the echoes of my footsteps,
the troughs, the whisky peaks
solidfying into an harangu
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 dont call her, and dont 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.
Im sure her scars are neat, like shoes placed at the edge of the bed, ordered before the plunge. Racing along her spine, Im sure, were suckers octopussing each vertebrae, caressing each pocket of flesh elongated with a sigh. Mermaid fins dusting a smile across sandy lips, and glossed over mesmeric.
But she couldnt try; couldnt try to be unworthy, because it wouldnt work at all.
And she would laugh across poi, resting smug into the snail
cut through the babushkasLike lost scarves trailing on bicycleless bicycle stands. Filtering past the millinery, sifting through old ladies let out with their allowances on days where I should be sleeping. Stop. That sound means you need to start a-walking.cut through the babushkas6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You sir, are here. Here on this day when I believed I remembered vaguely your face in that window gurgling wine as if it were heaven in a glass and reminiscing about, about-about. There it was. Laid out all on the plate.
I forget the language in which I say stop.
We coalesce right there on the corner and become that street sign, that traffic light, that other other couple falling into each others eyes waiting for the green lights. Feeling through the air for a space to be, to keep looking ahead when youre asked to part with something for someone that you can smell fifteen minutes ago.
See that? Theyre cigarette butt farmers.
Sea drifts of people, buoys stationed here and there, let you go all off of your feet, inject some caffeine, some ch
uncovered whirlI left my eyes on the shelf so you had no reason to stare at me mouth-word lostuncovered whirl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you could curl into the crackle of my demands;
rumbling from inside
falling quiet through my throat
and coming out as ghost whisper
So sure you heard it?
I was so sure you heard it.
But it doesnt seem to matter so much
Example, follow-through, finished product.
I am your awake
your finished thought compliant
your signed certificate of
they treacle trickle down black-washed paths
padded silent in the closed sign hours
holding close from the streetlight
making sure not to wake the neighbours
adjusting loose pieces of
enamoured with the scent of you
closed outside my breathing apparatus
learning how to perfect a vacuum
you know all the places
that make me want to
cringe, but i
cover girl it up with lust.
You love me
Oh, you love me
you love me love me love me love me
love-me love-me love-me love-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 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 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
from me, no matterthere is not enough. i wander to your door and you are there, last week, but not now, not now. i am fall-apart-costume. two sets.from me, no matter6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i think i have an uneven laugh; pull it up at the seams. i will lend you my scissors and sutures. bring them back sterile as your thursdays. and i will make it worth your smile.
please book the daughter.
And we will move, through oceans of essential, and the dust, I wont let collect in your eyes. Oh I, I will blow away the years and your fickle sentiment; your thoughts are clean, placed high on rounding steps and burgeoning your effortless.
did i send you back the relentlessness of your dismiss. i remember sporadically.
becoming your way to move, through these corridors of undersea sandcastle. your lament is with the swaying leaves of sea weed. i see your eye water, even dulled by blue and fishermen. you cannot hide in crowds from me, no matter the accent.
Perpetual Stagnation"And the world fades. Every morning the sun dips as a donut behind the edge of sight and reason, falls as a biscuit into the murky obscurity of coffee black night. Only to be vomited back up again each morning, lurid, belly ache eyes peering over the furthermost reaches of loam. Sneaking steadily until the day is bright with another crucifixion trailing across the sky. Heat staining our cheeks. What does it mean to awaken?"Perpetual Stagnation6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Suppose this is all there is," I said, emptying the remnants of twenty-one dollar gin, past too much to be paid for teeth, rotting under a barrage of misuse: too many drugs, not enough of the right kind of brushes. The bottle glistened a trembling note as it train wrecked at my feet, passenger window shards tickled wet, mirrored my reflection softly. I kept walking.
"From the beginning..." he began.
"...and now ever shall be, world without end. Amen," I growled into a low rushing of laughter, burping and galloping my lungs into submission. Whipping the carriages wi
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
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 beginning, but never carry on to a proper ending (yet)
There is nothing to hollow out of my closed palms
What prize were you seeking?
A veil of chiffon unfolds, loose ripples of shimmer across glossy skin. And she shivers, but it isn't from cold. There is a word written in his eyes and it isn't quite love, all up in neon, the glow begins to warm her. But she never did
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 loss of anything to say
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 of 'belong' and heat wave.
Permanent structures of ice. River bleeding your blood; your name.)
tending flocks blocking
we cannot connect
we cannot connect
big arms made prickly. edges
easier to hold
more breath allowed
birds pick apart
build their nests
crack scattered seeds
Who needs hope?My blinds are closed.Who needs hope?6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can feel the lickings of warmth on my shutters, and I let the music take me; two plugs to stopper up their drainings. I tune the radio to a better frequency of gone.
The traffic mutes to silent film; black and white would be if my eyes were open. But Im falling into chasms of hemidemisemiquavers and they have me.
I can feel my tracing paper lips rumple into a carbon paper smile. And I dont care if everyone else has smiled before. I havent smiled for so long.
This vista; I open my eyes to these crushed pearl clouds painted achingly onto a too perfect to be real sky. The sun commands its presence with rays bespattering the view as shafts steady particle wave kisses. I dont care that its only radiation.
Some other poor fool would hope on the daily stars light panels as a proof. I think its beauty negates their supposed pretty picture.
liquid batterythe skin tucked into origami folds on your neck as you moved your eyes to dream rhythms.liquid battery6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i, i follow where you are dreaming; when you are awake
i keep dancing those dances in your head
so when you sleep, you will remember me.
She was like a child, and always ever a child. Fell asleep with legs splayed in haphazard displays that would make a contortionist smile.
Two tiger eyes would view the world roaringly, transmutating to an OCD orthodontist's squirrely suspicion and creep back down again into the sleeping gaze of the feline, hushed by morning sunlight in window crevices.
I am a 4am caesarean.
it's like facing your personal demon everyday. contorting doppelganger; quantifying, multiplying, amalgamating into a pulsing orb of everyone and everything.
distorted features paddle up to the fore and berate in seperate and forked and spooned tongues. then dredging backwards to fuck into the fray.
each compartmentalised. each pigeon-toed holed. a sphere of a rabble fighting and cur
The grass grows when the skyI watched an echo of millenia last night. Crept quiet through the sliding door and laced warmth into my arms from my mind; straightened my back and swept my feet toward the lights. I trailed my ribbons of fingertips soft as a whisper in dream, feeling the crackle morning cereal bowlful texture of the bricks and stopped the cold before it nicked under my elbows. Deep into my little arm pipes. The grass grows when the sky cries a lot. And weeds have feelings too--people forget.The grass grows when the sky6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could feel my soul--would you believe me if I said I could feel my soul--I could feel my soul last night. Would you believe me? She liked to blur the edges between our two skins and realign and run away for small seconds, and giggle deep so I could feel behind my eyelashes, behind my lowest ribs.
And then, then it wasn't where I was, I was where I was, but it wasn't where I had thought.
I watched the light bulbs of the ceiling sky wink teasingly at me like I was laying back on a soiled mattress counting the spor
Save herIt falls back and Im touching the last traces of a taste I always forget. Falls sidelong and gets caught up on a red for go-go sign.Save her6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had his fingers comfortable on me with his thumb dipping into my belly hole and his fingers stretching deep into my insides, into the dark of me.
She was venus and mars in one, sitting on her garbage bin throne, sitting upright as a phallic symbol, legs splayed, and breasts flowing a cornucopia of flesh from her chest.
I keep it locked up in my mouth, hiding behind my teeth. I swallow it and stash it in my veins, pump it through every part of me so you cant take it away.
Without taking me too.
A chance to smile is a chance to frown.
And dont forget, youre all ghosts.
Luminosity is the study of brilliance.
i wonder how you can judge distance with bad eye sight plenty over the speed limit overtaking what exactly wont get there any sooner if youre dead.
Clinch my cleaver lips. And an I dont smoke fell out
everyone else is asleep exceptOpen the back door, slide it across the metal seperator quietly, slowly peel back the doorwayeveryone else is asleep except6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
let yourself out.
and it is quiet and it is stonework surrounding cool
careful to stick to the stepping stones
large enough for two pairs of shoes
(but i am alone)
i can feel silver on my skin
it started pulsing towards me many minutes before i had even woken
you are cool breezes susurrating on my cheeks
forgotten chatter floating from the next house
the next doorway
the next city
on a different continent where your mother is buried
i come back here sometimes
when everyone else is asleep except for the cockroaches
and the streetlights
- it is just their time to shine
and we all miss it
miss so much of it
i am bare foot and bare shouldered
i am awake
but i am entranced by the moss creeping from the ground,
bleeding upwards to the kiln, the kettle steamer, the stone
oven where you begin your parties in
i am so afraid of the destruction of it
when there will be no b
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)
you see me
i see you
is your me
you see me is i
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
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
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
no matter how hard i struggle
why is that?
wish i knew
wishiknew(you)what you were thinking
i knew you then, but
we're all allowed to change our foreground
in retrospective forward spectreing
i feel free enough to know i'm not. you
can say whatever you like in terms
from to subjecti had so much to say. so very much to say, to do, to show you, to share with you.from to subject6 years ago in Other More Like This
were it anyone else but you that saw me that day
and i don't even remember what it was exactly that i said, but your clear conscious eyes shining through the love of you
i'm sorry i never thanked you properly. not enough.
is it that i'll always be stuck on that? never enough of anything, the guilt of it
but what is that exactly
time continues on its droll stroll
what i'm offering is a too late but well-wishing
in the end, my silence is what makes me lose the most.
never preparing for proper endings
moments elongate and gently fall into away-time
curl your feet into themselves
this is pause step one rinse repeat
change the channel forget the time get the keys close the door
come here do this do that
thank you thank you buy this buy that
sell me sell me this
you'll love it
you'll be content you'll be happy you'll be fucking ecs