Hook snag pull drag from the back its hardly even visible but you can
Taste it on your tongue the numb is wearing
Hard on you it floods floods floods
Fold, crumple, scrape away, hide away, don’t let
It come to the front of your mind it has resistance
Why did you pull tug it had to
Swim through shit to find your present, past, and future
Rolled out on a flat surface unfurled finger jab
Boom
Slip
Burn
Tear
Knock,
knock
Who’s
There.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Butterfly Poem
Well today I saw the most beautiful thing
I saw Nikes pressing pedals and i imagined my own blue toes right there helping along.
And I saw a
girl
*almost*
press a
boy
up against a swingset and feel his heartbeat in his eyes and clean his lips of doubt.
I saw a blonde flipping off...
the deep end
(uh-oh)
And that wasn't so beautiful but life is a destroyer.
I saw wet hair falling in the faces of two confused sailors
And I watched them forget about everything and wear stripes instead.
I watched the mirror become confused and I witnessed the grass on the lawn
And I watched the whole time the window slammed shut
And I stifled the lamplight until it was gone.
I saw Nikes pressing pedals and i imagined my own blue toes right there helping along.
And I saw a
girl
*almost*
press a
boy
up against a swingset and feel his heartbeat in his eyes and clean his lips of doubt.
I saw a blonde flipping off...
the deep end
(uh-oh)
And that wasn't so beautiful but life is a destroyer.
I saw wet hair falling in the faces of two confused sailors
And I watched them forget about everything and wear stripes instead.
I watched the mirror become confused and I witnessed the grass on the lawn
And I watched the whole time the window slammed shut
And I stifled the lamplight until it was gone.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Drawing Circles
This ball and chain paperweight back-stab almost ballerina makes
Anything Possible
And like a yearly tide ebb flow spiderweb mess-up, we are human.
By the time the spring wasn't early we'd forrgotten the late-come winter
And were bound to our decision with nothing more breakable and less bendable than anything else.
Anything Possible
And like a yearly tide ebb flow spiderweb mess-up, we are human.
By the time the spring wasn't early we'd forrgotten the late-come winter
And were bound to our decision with nothing more breakable and less bendable than anything else.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
A New Poet?
This is a poem my 6 year old cousin Mira wrote! I'm super proud of her because she's starting to get really into writing and she's written a bunch of poems according to her mom, but this was the only one I saw :) I edited some spelling mistakes so it would be easier to read, but other than that this is word for word! Enjoy:)
Rain
by: Mira
It's raining in my window
The rain is on the hills
All I know is that rain is preciptation
I like the droplets
I know,
I know.
Rain
by: Mira
It's raining in my window
The rain is on the hills
All I know is that rain is preciptation
I like the droplets
I know,
I know.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
The kind of purple-red bruise cut that you only get from being cut by metal
This ink drips through the clenched fists of the universe and we call the resulting blackness forever; an insurmountable difference between open space and circles.
Well I think there are edges.
I don't think forever is even a concept because it doesn't make sense, just like reflections in the mirror don't make sense and science doesn't make sense and god doesn't make sense and nothing makes sense, except for when you pay with a five and get three quarters back.
I can't put numbers into words because numbers aren't words. I don't understand how a 2 is a T-W-O. I see it as a 2.
The rash of lights littering the blackness- I think it's a result of scratching, I really do. It's like a base of yellow fading to England gray, although I don't really think it's like that at all. I make shit up constantly and just because it looks nice in print I believe it and I live by it but you can't live by anything but life because then you cater your beliefs to a outline that is pre-made, and I know I said there were edges before but I am the most inconsistent person you will probably ever meet so please just tune me out.
Well I think there are edges.
I don't think forever is even a concept because it doesn't make sense, just like reflections in the mirror don't make sense and science doesn't make sense and god doesn't make sense and nothing makes sense, except for when you pay with a five and get three quarters back.
I can't put numbers into words because numbers aren't words. I don't understand how a 2 is a T-W-O. I see it as a 2.
The rash of lights littering the blackness- I think it's a result of scratching, I really do. It's like a base of yellow fading to England gray, although I don't really think it's like that at all. I make shit up constantly and just because it looks nice in print I believe it and I live by it but you can't live by anything but life because then you cater your beliefs to a outline that is pre-made, and I know I said there were edges before but I am the most inconsistent person you will probably ever meet so please just tune me out.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Dead Silence
Once I found a thread made of pure silver joy.
I followed it.
It led through some grassy fields and into the air and I followed it all the way up to the place where the sky stays blue all through the night
I am not going to say what went down up there.
All I know is that in time my sharp pain cut through the thread and sent me freefalling back to the ground.
If I remember correctly, I landed in the middle of a highway.
And they expected me to walk home and eat dinner with my family and take a shower and get some sleep because I looked like I needed it.
I followed it.
It led through some grassy fields and into the air and I followed it all the way up to the place where the sky stays blue all through the night
I am not going to say what went down up there.
All I know is that in time my sharp pain cut through the thread and sent me freefalling back to the ground.
If I remember correctly, I landed in the middle of a highway.
And they expected me to walk home and eat dinner with my family and take a shower and get some sleep because I looked like I needed it.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Gust
As soon as that....
melody hit my ears it was like I was standing right there again on the concrete in the wind and everyone was walking I could see my shoes in the dark of the door they glowed silver just like the moon slivers in your irises I took one last step and then I crumbled to the ground except everyone else was, too so it didn't look like it meant anything but it did because I would've even if they didn't I can hardly keep the traces of the Atlantic from my eyes as I recall the darkness and the sweetness and the foreshadowing looming over my head but I just thought it was a heavy storm cloud set to let loose on saturday morning, but the next day no rain fell.
If I ever get Alzheimer's I'm screwed cuz I'm addicted to remembering.
//
melody hit my ears it was like I was standing right there again on the concrete in the wind and everyone was walking I could see my shoes in the dark of the door they glowed silver just like the moon slivers in your irises I took one last step and then I crumbled to the ground except everyone else was, too so it didn't look like it meant anything but it did because I would've even if they didn't I can hardly keep the traces of the Atlantic from my eyes as I recall the darkness and the sweetness and the foreshadowing looming over my head but I just thought it was a heavy storm cloud set to let loose on saturday morning, but the next day no rain fell.
If I ever get Alzheimer's I'm screwed cuz I'm addicted to remembering.
//
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Annual
Sometimes I wish I was a mouse living inside the walls of a house and everything was insulation and foil and sawdust.
And maybe if I was I wouldn't feel all the layers of the atmosphere pressing down on me as much as I do; like everything is just a candle that someone is desperately trying to blow out.
If I meet your eye know that I am afraid and that I am unsure.
If you are thinking
What I am thinking then you are a very
vain
person
But every mountain only goes so high.
If I could mail you a calendar I'd place the peak at the beginning of April and I would watch you climb.
And maybe if I was I wouldn't feel all the layers of the atmosphere pressing down on me as much as I do; like everything is just a candle that someone is desperately trying to blow out.
If I meet your eye know that I am afraid and that I am unsure.
If you are thinking
What I am thinking then you are a very
vain
person
But every mountain only goes so high.
If I could mail you a calendar I'd place the peak at the beginning of April and I would watch you climb.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Feathers
I play the computer keyboard like a piano and I pound out my feelings either way
I leave it all on stage or in my lap but when I stand up it falls so I don't have to worry about brushing it off.
Tears run down your face and thoughts run through your mind
we run and we run but we're always behind
The having's got to do with the getting and forgetting
my backpack in the other room but it leads me to a truth so raw I can't compute the letters it takes to overtake myself I help,
I need,
I want
to
be
freed
I leave it all on stage or in my lap but when I stand up it falls so I don't have to worry about brushing it off.
Tears run down your face and thoughts run through your mind
we run and we run but we're always behind
The having's got to do with the getting and forgetting
my backpack in the other room but it leads me to a truth so raw I can't compute the letters it takes to overtake myself I help,
I need,
I want
to
be
freed
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