About a boy,I could stand here forever alone in this rain
Counting the cloudbursts that fell over me
Arctic, Trickling down my spine.
I had this dream ,
That We faded in.. chasing cranes
Youd count them each time they hit the floor
And just stare as if a part of you had fallen apart.
(Always the Gray ones. )
I would hold your hand so tight, because I was afraid you would Really fall apart.
There we were, standing with fallen cranes.
After a while they turned black;
And Youd fade away.
Id close my eyes and pretend you were still there
See, I could never find you through these tears.
Ive imagined the way you would.
Youd wrap your arms around my mind,
You felt so warm,
Strange and beautiful.
Youd kissed my neck, I kissed your fingertips.
Its The way your eyes smiled, as you fell asleep.
I cant find, Forever in your eyes
I forgot to forget you.More Like This
Once you told me you didn't like the way I curl myself towards you
And that I shouldn't walk with my feet facing the other because it was childlike
I took the long way home that night thinking about what you said, staring at my feet
Forcing them to point forward. Every time they disobeyed I pinched myself till my thighs were anesthetized,
So now I cant feel my legs.
Ive always written the words youve said to me and posted them around my room,
I'd bite my lip, as the sun hit the L in useless,
Us-(e)-less. Imaging the way the words rolled off your tongue
That day I found you sitting on the edge of my bed reading your words,
The sunlight hit your nose as you stared at that L in useless.
Your top lip quivered as your bottom lip cringed
You pulled them down
I called you the next day,
You had the voice of last years cough
And your phone
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I'm still having nightmares about myself.
I've made wishes on poetry and torn apart bad books to re-write them,
Stolen candy from a baby and said F- words to strangers.
Forever, Finally and Free.
But I lied, because every time I'm finally sure I don't love you anymore I hear a song that was written about the two of us and I'm back in the state of forever, and the bathwater turns cold around me, and I remember that you'll never love me as much as I love you and F- word.
I plan to erase you from my memory,
(Like that scene in eternal sunshine of a spotless mind.)
I Made my own machine out of old letters you'd written to me, a blue box and silver light bulbs, and paper hearts. I curled myself In that brown chair we used to laugh at, and fell asleep.
You've always had stars in your eyes, you'd bite your lip and blink and they'd flow in a spiral around your fingertips.
You are So special.
You decided we didn't b
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I can't wait 2 c u
2nite. where tat
sexy red thing b4,
rmemer? luv u debbie.
Candace felt ashamed, embarrassed,
angry, the sucker in her repeat scene
of the same scene, different actors.
without second thought, left tiny
apartment before he'd come home,
left message open on old Nokia
sitting on desk he'd toss keys on,
out to city delirious night life,
bar hopping, hopping, finding it
pointless, no lily pad safe from memories.
she woke, groggy, mouth
tasting of liquor, spread sans clothes
in some guy's pad the next
morning, couldn't remember anything,
didn't care, didn't realize the tear
discharge still keeping up even then.
hands in face pushed faster flash-backward
recall, was the same repeat play over and
over again, same bad Shakespeare
production, and she was always on the
front bill, the audience fit and ready, loving
the drama; the people love the drama and
mishaps of failure.
you whore! walk out that do
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muse about what they cannot comprehend,
empty beds are grateful for the rain,
at least marble floors are cold as
fragrant Lilies are eliminated from
plaster mansions and frivolous
pillow cases threaten to vomit our
belongings into garbage bins and
abandoned cars parked outside of
our apartment are perfect irony
to your tangled hair as you sit in
the chair by the window, feet
on the furnace as you touch the
glass and it peels like paint,
wind becoming rain as the
chair collapses in fragments
of charred skeletal remains,
red hats falling off chests
as the paper holds more
than anyone (me) thought possible,
but wait, they creep up into the air
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reaches its equinoctial point,
autumn breaching summer's dead glare,
a pale star would seek borrowed claim,
bearing oft-missing words,
lightly bundled dreams;
pressing galaxies of tears
into the waiting chest of night.
They would fold that light,
the two, into its own pale reflection,
to twist new patterns into day,
written, etched, onto indelible sky.
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sky is contagious, as if
i might be coated even
there across their
really, i love birds
more with their
costing not a
cent to cartwheel across.
what am i, you ask.
pigment swimming in the
open valleys of your eyes, himalayan
poppies infused with
spidersilk veins and
dialogue breathing dusk
i am just a color, but
you are just a beautiful boy;
the world needs
The Way We Came I can still see you, but only on nights when the solar system tunes its lyre to the soporific key of the Conscience unwinding, as to drag the streetlight revolutionaries into the deepest sleep-deprived stone-cold hypnosisso when they see me slip in and out of alleyways en route to your splintered door they will whisper, look how that gone little firefly eats her own wings, and I'll float on independently, carving orchestras out of the starlit sky to play for those fatal characters, as I flutter to you oh so dependently to what I'm dependent onMore Like This
When we meet, this spinning chaos does not stop, it spins faster and faster yet, at relativistic speeds that screech to shatter the boundaries of physicsmillennia pass and we remain in a tongue-tied supernova, and darkness fades to light, opening our sewn shut eyes.
When I see you
Bitter lack of famine. Bitter lack ofMore Like This
lack of clarity
+¬ a cent on me.
Drenched in all your red
and like an oil rag
I alight at the sight
and now - today i waited and waited and waited, and you never said anything beautiful at all.More Like This
 today i clicked 'i'm feeling lucky' on google. the screen went blank except for two words - are you?
 today i saw a man planting daffodils beside the highway. i asked why. he told me yellow was the color of happiness.
 today an old woman patted my cheek with a wrinkly hand and told me everything was going to be all right, after all.
 today a boy i see everyday on the ten-fifteen bus to central station told me i had beautiful eyes.
 today i wrote 'i love you' in twentysix languages, each somewhere in the city. i didn't want to exclude anyone.
 today i fell down the stairs. I scraped my knee, but i was okay.
 today when i
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there are rainbow prisms in your eyes, but the sun forgot to illuminate your smile today. you're clinging to the haze of
so tightly, your cheeks have hollowed themselves against your teeth and you've wrung the skin from your palms. please, stop worrying. he's not like the rest.
bring the diamond-shine of your soul to the forefront and hold up your head. in less than two months, you'll be out of this dust-painted town and back where you belong. with him.
short this week on smiles, but that ring on your left hand isn't there for decoration only. he
, so why is your frown stretched out so far? lift those dimples high, my dear. carry on. this won't last for very long.
Spiritboy.I dive into swimming pools and search for seashells.More Like This
There are pearls scattered across its bed but no one bothers to go that deep.
'The kid's mad,' says the lifeguard, but he keeps his gaze close to me.
I caught my goldfish there, and brought it home cupped between my palms.
I take flight into volcanoes and wait for flame-feathers to drift upwards to warm my skin.
They say it's dangerous to sit on edges and cliffs but then they'd never tried it before so I don't listen to them.
I just like the gentle heat and the yellow, orange, red, brown and black concoctions swirling around deep inside.
I come here often because it makes me free.
I sing to the air and hope the wind carries my voice somewhere.
Words from strangers are sometimes louder, and so my song should be heard at a foreign land.
The grass might sway to the words I sing and the birds might stay silent for a moment to hear what I have to say.
After singing I run around in the fields and roll in their soil.
I make my bed in night'
IncoherentSo that's nice. I like feeling like I'm a capitalist pariah. I'm a light that floats upon a current of shadows, reflecting on the glossy white wall as a nickel of water. Razor clouds of slate fold over me. Their lines block and reveal my listless glimmer. I let the lines pass into law and pass away. The curtains wave backandforth and back as the world exhales in whispers. I'm that little light, that bullet hole of sun. I stay through inattention, passively blinking at shadows and at the constant migration of the sky. I'm a small blue pierce of aesthetic lax, reflecting off a puddle of polished diamonds.More Like This
I'm going to take the Kerouac freeway and write like an addict about whatever makes me buzz.
How does it get to the point when one person's body is all of his worth? when his mind is so depraved and shriveled that all he is is a collection of cells, a physical shell wrapped around a chaotic collusion of greasy guts, and bones that melt to gruel, and blood that swims through twisted vein