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Dec. 19th, 2007 09:20 pm ...

the stained ring beneath my glass
has a heart
that i will let beat,
because without it
i am lonely.

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Dec. 19th, 2007 07:45 pm sitting on the eighth floor

sitting on the eighth floor
peaking at the world
city limits
so far,
so small,
like a christmas tree.

wishing i could
unscrew every
flickering light,
dispose of every
angry crowd.

the night sleeps
so loud,
while deep inside of me
helpless souls and crying hearts
walk around.

One night
peace, sleep and
tossing no fears,
hides a bit of warmth
int this cold surface
called life.

and if this glass jar
concealing comfort,
be shattered,
the world would be uncomfortable.

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Dec. 17th, 2007 08:06 pm beauty in between

with these eyeball made impressions
it seems that
only mirrors can relay
sharp truths,
as one more
compliment
falls down.

in frail shards of glass
a face holds well,
allowing tears
to run
as the sweat
smears
nicely.

half of a profile
and a fraction of a smile
project an abstract movie.
this declined art
mounts
on dusty floors,
unlike the everyday hangings
of portraits.

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Dec. 15th, 2007 03:51 am too choked to write

like how cold tears can be
when they are choked back,
i wanna shiver,
and i wanna buckle at the knees
to catch a tongue and rescue
the,
what's said of yesterday.

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Dec. 15th, 2007 02:47 am oh s---

smoke raises in bellows a hush not,
don't tell anyone i'm smoking in the house, i will cover it up with candles, i will cover it up with the same guilty smile i have ben using for years. no one will compromise a well to do worth waiting for,
especially when they are not expecting it.

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Dec. 15th, 2007 02:40 am What Do You Have To Say? - Ah, Youth

Describe one moment from your youth that is impenetrably seared into your memory.



my room, Steve Miller vinyls
and a drumset made from
pencils and pilows and
large tin surfaces...

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Dec. 15th, 2007 02:39 am What Do You Have To Say? - Ah, Youth

Describe one moment from your youth that is impenetrably seared into your memory.

today has possibly that sudden onset of an end,
and all reason has been flattered with
throughout the cloudiness and even the frequent conversations i've had.
i'm determined to write in a journalistic sort of way,
but it always comes out like metaphors.

like my father, the sudden trembling of a staircase shakes my bedded earth, as i yet try and sleep
through what is rightfully my night.
but that stairway it haunts like footprints that will surerly come and startle my sacred dreams and a voice will holler at me
to participate once again.
i don't know the answer, just like i don't know the answer now.
i don't know why you want to talk to me at this moment,
especially when you are raping me from my rightfully earned dreams.


downstairs the music bellows like a
an artist is at work, at work on the familiar intoxicating art.

i fear the worst, and the moonlight crashing of my dinner dishes tell me, the worst
isn't even what i expected, it's just the normal,
so that's okay.

grab me by the hair, time, please,
i smile at the chance to call this instance gone
and thank whatever is omnipresent,
because i have run out of things to say.

No, Dad i cannot answer you.,
i am to busy trying to talk to myself.

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Dec. 14th, 2007 08:45 pm mindfck

as she lay dying,
the belt buckle of stars lay
at my lazy feet.

but dying doesn't wake,
not even to squint out a last
final spy,

so a dream must have
stole her corpse,
because the phone call i got
was rabid,
and that's when my smile informed me
she was still alive.

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Dec. 14th, 2007 06:07 pm

underneath, she
prowls me
like a bit of a haste
and the results of her disease in mine
is prominent.

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Dec. 14th, 2007 01:03 am the road to healing

today has possibly that sudden onset of an end,
and all reason has been flattered with
throughout the cloudiness and even the frequent conversations i've had.
i'm determined to write in a journalistic sort of way,
but it always comes out like metaphors.

like my father, the sudden trembling of a staircase shakes my bedded earth, as i yet try and sleep
through what is rightfully my night.
but that stairway it haunts like footprints that will surerly come and startle my sacred dreams and a voice will holler at me
to participate once again.
i don't know the answer, just like i don't know the answer now.
i don't know why you want to talk to me at this moment,
especially when you are raping me from my rightfully earned dreams.


downstairs the music bellows like a
an artist is at work, at work on the familiar intoxicating art.

i fear the worst, and the moonlight crashing of my dinner dishes tell me, the worst
isn't even what i expected, it's just the normal,
so that's okay.

grab me by the hair, time, please,
i smile at the chance to call this instance gone
and thank whatever is omnipresent,
because i have run out of things to say.

No, Dad i cannot answer you.,
i am to busy trying to talk to myself.

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