now c'mon, this isn't as serious as
you swear it to be, beating your
chest like some pathetic sailor
writing wasted letters to a girlfriend
on her third fling in two months -
it's simply not that SERIOUS.
your ears clasp shut-tight, eyes same
and i swallow the bile rising - so DRAMATIC,
but can you be anything but? i pretend
you start to make sense and this time
i cannot hold back the laughs - the thought
of sensibility courting your unwieldy persona
is too unrealistic, so far fetched -
what is your goal? what do you hopelessly
wish to accomplish? this bores me,
your bi-polar fluctuations, your sad
hormonal changes - get a GRIP, w
the folds and creases,
tracing every deft movement
of my hand, disassociating myself
from the action of -
folding, bending, tucking, smoothing -
creating paper cranes,
plus one thousand,
it's believed the maker's
wishes shall come true.
you still stay far away on
little island off the coast of
this seafaring town.
town visit have been kept to
since my altercation -
since my confession of
undying love, devotion,
admiration from afar. stars
and planetary bodies seem
closer, within reach as my
hand reaches out into the
expansive sky while outlines
dude, see that woman over there?
yeah, the one with the yellow shirt on.
her name's jasmine. yeah, she's smoking
hot. she's a flame, man. tried to
throw some flame retardant on
her but she was too smart for that.
fire, she's a forest fire. walking
on the sun in July, she's burning up.
comet coming from the sky,
falling through the atmosphere. she's
spankable hot, know she knows moves
these young girls can't even begin
to know. she textbook bona fide
amazing. i'm about to put on my
learning cap, cuz this girl could teach
me a thing or two, you know what
i mean? yeah!!!
the other fellow looked at him,
i told her i love anagrams
and that i was going to start
calling her Leskeya.
she said she loves puzzles
and that i seemed to be an enigma
wrapped in a sea of oddities.
warned her, said to be wary bout
guys like me, the ones that fall in
love too quickly and she warned
me about girls like her, the ones that
gives gives gives everything to the boys
who never knew how to
take just once in their lives.
and i'm getting enamored still
by her amazing smile and peer-
into-ones-soul eyes, the innocence
mounting higher each time i
find myself awash in tides of blue
that recede and come in, lapping up
starfishes and hermit crabs wa
feeling ill and drinking espresso has never
been a decent combo or a good idea and
the thoughts don't make sense
as much as normal -
see an uncapped Sharpie on the street
and think that there is a
poem to tell about this uncapped
magic marker. she says i make everything
magical and wonderful with my
get-away mind, skid marking
what any other normal would
say, chop block and chop suey
gone bad. she's desperate to have
me notice her and i'm desperate for
someone that's not her. my dreams fill
of the girl that got away, slipped out
of my grasp all to haunt my every
dream that i s
the gun looked liked something
he would have seen in a overtly
violent graphic novel, the blood
pouring out her side in comical,
copious, suspend-belief amounts,
an ounce shy of a gallon, he surmised,
surprised once he finished looking on
only to find his reflection returning
a fascinated gaze towards the killer's
fierce stance; he was worse off
than any comic book character he
could have ever read about and the
woman that lay dying seemed as
tragic as any love poem he could
have ever penned. the papers would
sensationalize the situation,
but the simple truth that he hated
her and him and the attachment of
"them" would bore
i'm trying to find the cure
to cancer; i think it might be easier.
i'm searching all the tight spots
and places, asking all the seers
and learned men, pondering and
meditating nights long for my answer;
this thing, love and all sorts of
attachments hooked with it,
how to obtain it.
the sky told me to look towards the
sea. the sea told me the moon told him
what to do. the moon bashfully said it
was the sun. the sun smiled long at
me and I learned nothing - nearly burned
my eyes out.
i'm trying to find the cure
a weathervane sat perched atop
a old barn, spinning wildly in autumn's
crisp air. metallic rooster looke
"why do you stare at my mouth
so much when i talk," she asked
him. it was a reluctant gaze
into her eyes he made as he
spoke, "i'm trying to understand
what you do so differently with
your mouth than me or
her or him or them. the composition
astounds me, wraps me in sheets
of eloquence, simplicity, contentment -
and I enter a world where only angels
play, arriving in spaceships, high
up high, beams of columns of light
spiraling towards the majestic peach
hued sky stretch and reach; to pass
by, taking glances thrills the mind."
he paused and couldn't continue; looked
back at her lips, the moisten glint glistened
it started out with him asking
if "you do cannabis," and she
said she'd never make love to
a cannibal. awkward silence first,
laughs next with exchanged
numbers as ease settled down
comfortably in the middle of the
two. they met up on
april 20th and had fun doing nothing
special really, feeling good and high
the whole while. she said she would
have never considered smoking before
and he said she needs to free her mind,
shackles of tyranny throw down,
rise up, resist and multiply.
she never had to learn the word
defy before, but he spoke to her of
her defying the norm, being fly
on her own, tooting her own horn
just for he
she says she hates it when i drunk,
but i don't see why;
i can't remember why any of my
problems are bad so bad when that
st-ready stream of alcohol touches my
lips and throat to the tube heading down
my stomach - i'm serious, i don't know what's
all the fuss about or
worry need at all.
the problems, they stack themselves
up like domino pieces, like dominos
waiting for you or me or youbody
walking along to flick, knock one of them
all down to laugh and see that chain
reaction all start to pick up,
and i don't like that then, what when that
she was a punk or alternative chick,
bowel shaped haircut, light pink blush on,
mish-mash assortment of clothes, stripes, solids,
all to signify her originality, independence, emancipation
from the Man, him and his oppressive bureaucracy.
she sat with her coat on, black something, gray
baggy sequin sweater missing a button,
those legs, slim fit jeans on the thinnest legs,
thinnest thighs i've seen in quite a while,
and she would look, stare at me sometimes,
me returning the favor, playing the game,
staring into those eyes, so small! i've
never seen eyes, pupils, so small, slightly,
ever so slightly cock-eyed and i swear
her right eye was a d
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It's been ages, yes, I know.
NOW, to get to it.
A little project I've been working on lately, to help keep my creative juices going and a way to honor artist I've admired way too much over the years.
I pick an artist I admire, pick a few of their pieces and whatever inspiration I get from their photos/drawings, I write based off that.
First up, the uber talented !Emberwaves (https://www.deviantart.com/emberwaves)
I have eleven poems I did based off her works. The piece will have the link to the art it was inspired from.
After :iconEmberwaves:, it's gonna be bohemianpoets.
I haven't updated this thing in EONS, but, for the rare chance anyone here is a gamer, I couldn't let this cool deal slip by.
Some site called Humble Bundle got together some of the best games on the net and are allowing people to donate whatever they want for five games. The money goes to charity and you get to split how you want the money to be distributed.
I did it. Works fine!
oh yeah, and I'll try to get some new poems up, too. :p
i'm slowly making my way back to dA after a updating absence, forgiveness, please. :)
saw Iron Man 2 today - freakin great. a Captain American and Thor (with a healthy dose of Avengers mentions throughout) made for a GREAT viewing. LOVE the fight scenes and can the acting get any better? it was so great, LOVED everyone. apparently Jack White was in the movie - name was in the credits but so didn't see/remember him.
in other news - coheed and cambria's new album is a grower, but is a good one. and.... i gots nothing. lol gotta catch up on everyone's stuff.