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
-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
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
Memoirs of AtlantaThe only stars in this cityMemoirs of Atlanta7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
are grimy yellow-white streetlights,
accented by red
from the tails of cars.
And she sang:
Where can I find hope
in a life of dull concrete dolls
speckled by lonely kites
trailing brown-root trails?
And she whispered:
skewed on clammy asphalt
almost look like a morbid fountain
of Christmas sorts
To which I replied:
the only stars are streetlights;
Christmas bulbs direct death
Look above the sky,
search deeper than yourself.
And she cried:
pinball machine lights
illuminate paths to everyones nowhere,
(lit by the eyes of your murder-machine toy)
and she prayed:
I saw a church zone sign
What does that mean?
Beware of Christians, they judge?
Or perhaps it means safe place; home?
To which I replied:
lifes a game, weighted two ways
steeples paste warning posts
Dig further than this skin
but bleed not, bleed not.
(dig a map)
And she swore:
Im driving blind
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.
In FebruaryIn February,In February7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her face is simplified to zero. The cystic
fist breaks open, empty: your teeth
are in the other palm, a bitten enamel
expiration date. In February she sleeps
on granite, eyes open and spine
whip-lashing the wall. You search for numbers
in alluvial grooves, the cracks of knuckle
bones; jaybirds mother you, shrieking
calcium calcium calcium. In February she rips
the dress from her thighs, tears
into the dermis. you trample entire forests,
eyes soldered to the stars
which vanish one by one under your desire.
In February, she is cornered and curdled;
melting into spider silk. For once
you turn to hold her, but you find your arms
are falling through, that you are water, that you spill
yourself. By march
she remembers her name.
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
Working Without a NetWorking Without a Net12 years ago in Humor More Like This
I did what any of us would have done when learning that my Internet service had been shut down. I cried.
Actually, that's not completely true. The first thing I did was frantically dial up the campus tech people, who told me the problem would be resolved in an hour. Anyone who has ever dealt with Electronic Device Repairpersons should already know that "an hour" in their language translates into "sometime between an hour and the rapture."
So I waited an hour. Then I cried.
How could I possibly function without instant access to news, entertainment, and all that other stuff that's just sort of there? What could I do in place of checking my e-mail every 20 minutes and playing Slingo? This was a major problem.
But after a moment of despair, I dried my tears with the hanky of determination. I would not let this defeat me! I had lived happily before without the Internet and I could live the same way now! I only had to remember how.
I first tried reading an ancient text recording from when p
So SaidIt was curving, a jaded unfurling of white wings tarnished at the edges.So Said8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He said he would never tire of flying,
she said she would always love to feel the wind so.
It was buoyant, she said.
It was gorgeous, how it caught up underneath.
And they fly as though they are lost,
as though the world is disintegrating below.
A touch of hands;
a curl of fingers together and laced.
Don't lock me down, she said.
Don't lock me down,
don't lock me down to anything but you.
She closes her eyes on the street-corner, as the light turns,
whispers sweet words of dewdrops and rainbows in raindrops
and she never remembers to let go of his fingers,
so he gets drug along behind when she lifts her arms.
She spreads her fingers out,
and his are caught in hers,
knuckle against knuckle until the sun shines down,
two, three; and the light turns red again.
She catches vertigo when she opens her eyes,
and falls up against him smiling,
with her eyes lit up in rainclouds and thunderclaps.
Sometimes she wonders what
.giati.πιο βαθιά.giati.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
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.
Shoud you be afraid?(insert)sleeping baby(/insert)Shoud you be afraid?11 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
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109951GRAIL109951 GRAIL109951GRAIL8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
only hushed whispers.
silence falls over these hills like a shroud, here
past the deep wood cuts and streams
like veins; a lake of blood.
twilight eases into ink, and
i wander in search of the Nine, and the Nine.
hung from my world tree with
ash in the branches, ash in the
sky. i was nearly omnipotent
for a time. still the haunt in my bones creaks
the waning cold and crackl, that crisp
of the moon; she blots out the stars
with her autumnal glow
and songs to the air concerning the far corners
of earth; where things are kept
hidden and vaulted, so removed that
only hushed whispers tell
that you were there once, precious, at the
foot of a great throne. you were made of
gold and slept to the muted sound of
crusaders making war. i did not know you then,
though i was searching. and now i
trace your routes on the map, tenderly
like fingers across skin. barely touching
all those thousands of miles. all those years
drenched in the rays of a healing sun. my
grail realm. the h
101412PARALLAX101412PARALLAX11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
per aspera, ad astra.
to the angel of the halls of time:
in the space of those untold-thousand terminal
heartbeats silent; the treetop sunbeams gliding
some forest thaw in spring where he was static
bled like ruin and heather in the cloudshperes
she danced not far, and whether or not she felt
the dynamic of weathered-storm skyshallow, yet
untired he moved to make not a sound and thus
was fashioned the beginning of an end
the truth as otheri get the best thoughts in your boarded up toiletthe truth as other8 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
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
sun dust and sweet shadowssun dust and sweet shadows10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sun Dust and Sweet Shadows
It is seven o'clock AM.
Five hours after we walked in the door
and two hours before the end of this poem.
Thinking back -
it was a long, drunken night
and full of those games
that drunk people play.
And for the final game,
I played the gentleman and gave her my bed
while I slept on the couch.
I never liked this couch -
and I like it even less when I'm stuck to it
with sweat and the dirt of the previous day,
acting like a glue
but I'll take a little irritation
and lay in this consequence-mud
if it means she rests well.
I'm just old fashioned.
Isn't that what they call it?
Needless to say,
I'd rather be sweating under a blanket with her
but it didn't end up that way -
the way I hoped.
My conscience won the coin toss.
Back to present -
The sound of footsteps
breaks my fragile thought process.
the scent of her body
and her shadow on the wall -
I'm missing two senses
but my heart is racing
as every footstep sends white pulses
Wake_up.Wake_up.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
save/temp= Dream.dre;=."Far away..."
Run.Task= Human A.I.exe.Remember...<
Temp."It was far away... Not here..."
101912MUX101912MUX13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blue sail blue sky
third stage rocketship downtown
a fifteen-layer disguise, one heartbeat monitor
thunder in the windowstruck
downlike a pulse tube
black sail blue sky
helicopter stun ray; fleeting,
fleeting. ever present in the
ever stone in the green room, what if she...?
it's a windowseat home
far below the glassbirds
far below the glass
she reads outloud in a garden
she reads her dragonfly
if she looks up; c
I'm in the sky like the speedofLight
blue sail black sky
neon glow worm: superhot, superdense.
I'm massive, star child. massivelike the sea. I'm a blackhole.
water all around the world
over you over me.
see on, it's narrower toward...
fear of falling.
a sudden flash of fire in the sky
final [break left]
re-entry [break left]
vectorset and holding
she breaks orbit/higher ground
it's a snow
an every day love affairlovean every day love affair8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
despite the knowledge
that our hearts
were never built
we continue to
place them at
the front line
love with a
if it werent
for the fact it
equally as idiotic.
laying on the grass
next to golden brown.
sitting on the couch watching
taking a picture
as the sunset
cause I've got a
and so do
a matter of
and judging by
and taking into account
how history adores