| This is my favorite poem that i've posted. I wrote this last fall, when I was retracing my steps from over a year ago. |
| This is my favorite poem that i've posted. I wrote this last fall, when I was retracing my steps from over a year ago. |
Untitled...fourth try postingSoft wind returned my feet to heavy grass Up to my hip-bones, wading in ivy, brown and thirsty I stopped short before the sewer A large cavern where we used to sit and smoke-- twisted tendrils wrapped up in hair and bones For half a year, this is where I existedUntitled...fourth try posting
This is where I came to grieve in the only way I knew-- with the embrace of obscenities coughing and choking on reality, slipping and sliding from tangible life trespassing in another dimension where everything was color and breath
Finally I wandered into the deepest winter Suffocated by chilly
Untitled 2Lets pick roses, one by one Till the reds of spring are all but gone and the only sight is the bare green grass Flushed earth almost pink, like your cheeksUntitled 2
Lets steal every star in the night Till Night is bereft of all light and the only sounds are the sobs of the Moon who has lost her babes to our hands
Lets tear down the city wall by wall Till theres no place left for the spiders to crawl and the only smells are of rotten rubble decaying in concrete heaps
Soft SummerIn our castle in the woods We are halo'd by raining leaves and so hallowed are we in smooth pools caressing cold tides, in and out like our waltz like our kiss like our laced fingertipsSoft Summer
and night fell with nocturne slumber blanketed over me by my celestial king how in the light he is the sun and in the black he is keeper of the sounds
and each glassy key plummets down around me like countless pounding raindrops they lighten, then cease like the very soft dreams that keep me in night's sleeve always, always, dancing i
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double cat
Midnight BathingI listen to the woman upstairs bathe reading on my couch the water sways –Midnight Bathing
ripples echo from the floorboards my mind echoes curious –
nearly a year she has lived above and I've yet to see her –
wonder if her bath is beautiful as I imagine
Splintersempty space. result of the pushing. cling to memories. new is old.Splinters
understanding diamonds. maybe no need. traverse the frozen. Nowhere of the north.
halted circulation. result of indulgence. hear the sap. fir in splinters.
dismay me please. how it stings. leave me here. enveloped in white.
Left and alone. result of my wanting. seeking more. to halt circulation.
again the tale. begin in extasy. relay a million. end in dismay.
| I like to write. I like my cat. My dog is insane. |
Finally!
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Amo omnia vincit.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Amo omnia vincit.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Amo omnia vincit.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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finding the light is hard... ^^ but anyone can get through to find it!
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Amo omnia vincit.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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