act i into(beauty)
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
is this how it is to fly?the sleepy storm of your aeroplane fingersis this how it is to fly?8 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
it isn't really autumnwe taught our graceit isn't really autumn7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fly, and it taught
us to stay
tethered to our dreams
in a frightful way
like leaves do to branches
-truth-will you meet me in the spaces-truth-8 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
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
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
breathe inThe back light turns on if you make a sudden enough movement. Somehow it will always turn on if a moth appears, but not if you wave your hand angrily at the sensor like you were trying to hail a cab at four in the morning on New Years.breathe in8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sitting alone, I fit the darkness around me like a blanket of cliché and think. The things I think about: Ren and Stimpy sound effects and how Id write that down as sfx but say it properly, the place in your mouth where the nuances of a sigh resonate, that memory of the forever seconds just before you hit the water from that place we used to go every summer, sex, love, music.
Sometimes I toy with the idea of taking up smoking, just for something to do when Im alone out there. So I wouldnt have to rely on the sensor light bringing the chance of a moth cloud trying to feel it up every night.
Id then usually always have a lighter with me, so Id be better equipped if I suddenly found myself marooned on a deser
Another Road Songfor ashAnother Road Song9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a given value of love, this
is your song –
Let's run away.
I have bags, a ticket,
sex on my tongue, 8
new ways to say
I don't mind I can't
ever go home.
I don't mind, for a given value
of love, I can't ever go home.
Let's walk on the sun.
Heard a song once, said
it can be done and I don't
trust those stoners but I'd
walk across coals for God,
God makes the sun flowers, so
for a given value of hot,
I'd say you're the one.
25. Trouble LurkingShe never liked the city;25. Trouble Lurking8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There were too many
for her taste
and not enough scare-
A Dreamer BlessingMama, I met a dreamer.A Dreamer Blessing9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the glass I'd broken, I thought
dreamers shy from edges. But in between
the cracks - it's in between the cracks
where you break your mother's back
for how she let you become
such a dreamer - in between
the cracks I found someone, Mama,
who won't shy from ledges
I hear the heart grows callused.
You wear it on your palm and heave
against the ground, you and your novel
ways to fly. So what comes from you
has passport, but what goes in breaks skin -
guerrila love, no trust,
ash to dust, blood lust,
in which to recover
let's never go home.
Let's never go home.
This dance lives in the aether,
let's breathe what we can't
swallow, let's swim when we
can't fly - let's spin ourselves
what casing God allows
for now, and try not to break.
Let's promise to leave
when we can't stand.
Mama, I met a dreamer.
I glued up all the glass and built
these ledges. But I have no wings to fly.
i am made of glasshold mei am made of glass10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
up to the light
and you will find her
smudged around my heart--
a tangled interstate of
with no exits.
Everlong, howeverlong.And the length of time it takes is however long it takes.Everlong, howeverlong.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Howeverlong it takes to do what I want to do,
howeverlong the distance between us is
and still will be, always has been and so on.
That howeverlong it takes for me to hold your hands,
to kiss your lips and touch your face,
howeverlong, whereas too long, is not forever,
just howeverlong it takes is as long as it takes,
and no longer.
Howeverlong I'll wait for you,
howeverlong I'll search for you,
howeverlong I'll hold your hands,
howeverlong I'll love you forever.
My ResistanceΣτην ανηφόρα προς το όμορφο θανάτωμαMy Resistance8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
το χώμα έλαμπε σα νεογέννητο ηλίου.
Φυτείες γαλήνης απλώνονταν σε κύκλους
που τις εργάζονταν
- αόρατες στ' α
ShadowsongΕίχα πολύ καιρό να σε δω.Shadowsong7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Κι εκεί που νόμιζα ότι σε είχα πια ξεχάσει, να 'σαι.
Παλλόμενος κι ηλεκτρικός, όπως σε θυμόμουν.
Κι εγώ να γίνομαι απλή, αέρινη και λίγο αυστηρή
όπως μ' αγάπησες - κι όπως με μίσησ
One-Poet Stand Των Γυναικών ΕπιδερμίδαOne-Poet Stand8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Στη φυλακή των απολιθωμένων μου παθών
κολλάω αυτί στον σάρκινο τον τοίχο
κι αφουγκράζομαι το βόμβο
PromiseΥπόσχεσηPromise8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Σιώπησε στις τελευταίες πράξεις,
Σιώπησε το φως
π' αγκάλιαζε χορδές
(να τελικά που οι ευχές δε σμίγουν
και οι φωτιές
για δεύτερη φ
the pile upthe pile up10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's Saturday night
and outside I hear a car engine
coughing out its exhausted smoke.
I am much like that car
except I am too far on the inside
and I have a heart,
I wish I didn't most of the time --
like on lonely evenings when my petrol-thoughts
steer themselves out of control
and straight into the wooden floor.
Or when hydrocarbon tears escape through pores,
crawling straight down my cheeks shouting
as each droplet jumps from my jaw line.
Or when you are not here,
but I am
and I'm combusting
as you hold a tin-foil star
out of sight
and you tell me even if it's crumpled
it is still there.
But I do not believe you.
I am suffering from a condition
known as vapour lock, no fuel
is getting to my chest
and your star is cutting my lungs out.
My bones are being crushed
in a head-on collision
with your eyes
I pick up the telephone
and attempt to call you,
but the bland dial tone
reminds me of your voice.
OppositionΑντίλογοςOpposition8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ήταν τις νύχτες όταν άκουγες του φόβους να μαζεύονται στην πίσω αυλή. Κοιτώντας κρυφά πίσω απ τις λευκές κουρτίνες, τους έβλεπες να γλιστρούν πίσω από τα σταθμευμένα αυτοκίνητα, να
formerly known as alwayssometimes I sense thatformerly known as always8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the way
sparkling shine and
dulled sense of rejection
but running at the mouth again
and I'm traveling the circle
your thoughts made
and if ever there was anything
we lost it
tongue stumbling over steps
and sorry boy
you love to dance
eyes locked on loving interests
and I loved
standing in between
you were interested
a footnote explained
(getting good at goodbyes
and not good enough for anything)
Tell Her - Border SeriesWill you still persist, axe to your ownTell Her - Border Series9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
throat, standing on the front lines?
I love your body, don't you love your body?
And all the dead rebound off
the ground, and say, "Tell her to
stop, Kyla, tell her to come live
on this side of the line, where there is
sparse shelling and time for tea between.
Tell her the world is made for dirt and water
which take care of their own - they take
care of their own in the end. No holding
the world, tell her, no carrying it on
your shoulders like that's what it means
to be strong." I was on the field, my love,
when they said, "Tell her
it's her that has gravity, she already
calls the earth to her knees."
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
what it is to tame a lionwhat it is to tame a lion11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
12am rapid eye movement
cars speed down an instinct interstate
a little slower than they once did;
in the distance, city glow.
here only bad talk radio bathes
coffee stained seats
decorated with cigarette burn mosaics.
9am zombie walk
cattle chatter clatters to the floor,
where yellow light burns tired eyes.
chipper idiots dance to the sound
of a corporate drummer
in eternal accelerando.
6pm microwave dinner dementia
in an aquarium
where vibrant colors did abound,
green algae lurks.
a dull fish paddles belly up.
10pm metropolitan lullaby
staring at the cracked ceilings
of train noise tuesdays,
the city stench fades.
EndΘέλει απλά να σκάσει ένα χαμόγελο σε κάποιον,End9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
και μετά θα κλάψει πάλι, εντάξει.
She just wants to smile to somebody,
and the she'll cry again, allright.
BigAnd it all came together with a crashBig10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an expanding singularity creating
Monumental foam rising in a desert sea
The monsters and the carnivores of the soon
and the twisting never
The cancers and the throbbing monads
The green megaliths and groping
The plush sentients
All at once.
Ascending mightily a broad expanse of unbounded
But all the same expelling passionately
the voidless form of before
to sum up into waves of sonic being all that
would pass for passing
all that would crash and scream and pass.
and indolent proportions
of waving wind spun across new fields
making bread, eating it
Test DriveTest Drive9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gnawed on the plastic wrap
and forced my chest open
so you could taste my heart beat
before deciding whether to chew, or spit
me out like a pellet gun aiming straight for my skull.
That is how the wire snapped, your teeth clenched
around fresh love like the Sunday roast your mother cooked
when a girl called Anna left you –
'I want to be the one in control' you say
as you count the wrinkles below my hair line
and press your knuckle lips onto mine.