Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Fast and Slo

Blue
Green
Blue
Pink
Green
Green
Purple
to the beat
breath
breath
feel that heat
sweat
sweat
tongues, and touches
ha
ha
ha
kicked out the door
1
2
3
4
Blue
Green
Blue
Pink
Green
Green
Purple
to the beat
breath
2
3
4
Blue
Green
Blue
Pink
breath
tongues, and touches
1
2
3
4
Blue
Green
feel that heat
Blue
Kicked out the door
ha
ha
3
4
Blue
feel
Green
breath
breath
tongues and
Purple
kicked out the door
kicked out the door
Blue

and gold.
Cold
cold
cold.
Why in the fuck is this place so cold?!
Windows
and walls
Tall
Tall
Tall
Tall
Here? I'm here.
I'm at the top!
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
is there anyone down below?
Blank, stop, crumble,
my face.
this place.
I mumble.
Neck
back and forth.
Arms
side to side.
Leg
at near by plane,
asking for a ride.
How the fuck did I get up here?
How the hell do I get down
down
down
hum
hum hum
bells
ring
merrily though
trees
sing
to and fro
high and low
yes.
flowers
for miles
I'd forgotten
I liked flowers.
Flowers in
Blue
and
Flowers in
Green
the air
sweetly
sifting
like sugar
my electric mind
drifting

Maybe I
Blue
I think I
Green
If I would
Blue
I almost
Pink
There sure are
Green
It smells so
Green
Is this
Purple
Loud
Loud
LOUD
soft
Push!
Loud!
Pull!
What?!
Push!
Shit.
gentle
gentle.
Familiar
soft
Easy
Fall.
Sit.
Go!
Come!
Pull!
Push!
Pull!
Push!
Easy.
Shit.
Blue.
Gold.
Blue.
Gold
Blue.

Gold

Blue.

Gold.


Thursday, November 10, 2011

Again and Again and Again.

I love you.

I loved you.

I love you.

And instead of finding you,

(a new you)

I turned into you.

And I was cursed-

to meet myself;

again,

and again,

and again.

And you made me hate myself;

again and again and again.

And when I finally found “you”,

it wasn’t you.

It was you.

So once again I became myself!

But by now…

I hate myself.

You love me,

Because you hate me.

And you want me- to hate myself.
But, if I hate myself I must still be you.
Then it couldn't have found you,
even though it's you.

Black Cherry.

Steel bars weighing me down.

Bringing me down

Out of this town, I think.

Out of my mind, I know.

Out of my words, I’m not so sure.

I wish I would speak slow.

Bind me, keep me on a leash

or else I’ll run away,

and if you keep me on a leash

I’ll somehow get away.

But if you didn’t care at all,

then I’d be sure to stay.

I’m addicted to the game and allergic to the same.

So I’m always sick.

Sick in the stomach and sick in the head.

Sick.

Laying in bed.

It’s sick.

Bait me, hook me

I’ll be done for sure.

Let me alone.

Find me a cure.

Espresso Something.

I’m a bird.
You’re a plane.

Peanut butter cities
Cotton candy skies,
Paper airplanes confuse me.
That why I keep you around.

Dipping my finger into my coffee
to see if it’s hot,
I breathe in the steam.
I laugh about it.

I am so cold.
The shade it cast never ended.
And it was almost like the wind would blow it’s branches off.
But I thought,
you would like it.

I don’t need dictionaries.
I don’t need anything.
Words mean a lot,
but labels don’t mean anything.
Or at least, they don’t need to.

If I’m a lemon,
then you’re a piece of toast.
But I think I’m more like a kiwi
and you’re more like fried rice.
But if one day you need lemonade,
then I can be a lemon.

I don’t want you to think it’s dumb.
Even though sometimes,
I think it’s dumb.

People learn to be people
by watching other people
who are watching other people!

Sometimes I worry I’m not quite a person yet.

People always say you’re really smart.
But I think there’s a lot I can teach you.
I think there’s a lot you don’t know.
And you don’t even know
that you don’t know.
But it’s okay because I don’t know.
And I think,
no body really knows.

I can be asleep.
I can be sitting.
I can be standing.
My hair can be wet.
I can be crying.
I can be sick.
I can be ugly.
I can be crazy.

But you know I’m crazy.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

A you

I don't love you-
like I thought i did,
when I thought I did.
I left all I loved,
all I knew-
but didn't know
for you.
And I didn't know
for you.
I hate you.
But I can't hate you,
because you're not a "you"
Nor a "he",
Nor a "she",
Hardly an "it",
Definetly not a "they",
and you're not a me.
In fact I can feel you slipping further and further away
from being a "me".
From being anywhere close
to being a "me".
I feel me.
I know me.
You're not me.
So what are you?
... but you're not a "you".
Are you?

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Keep me warm♥

The air
is ringing.
The quiet
singing.
It's trapping
by setting me free.
The cold
is hurting.
The window's
flirting,
giving off and icy breeze.
The air, so still.
It feels so stale.
I stay hiding,
I stay smiling,
inside-
tanning pale.
I'll hide my face,
from the storm.
I won't for much longer.
Keep me warm.

Green Apple

There you are, smirking at me-
like you know, like you see.
Like you can understand
anything besides a man.

Across the room in your fancy chair,
I move away you just-
stand there.
I feel as though you are undressing,
it's too much.
I am confessing.
But I'm intrigued and miss this game,
shooting stars could make me feel the same!
Recite the alphabet.
Retrace your name.
Remember the day we met?
Same, not the same.

Little kids laughing,
computer screens flashing.
It wasn't me, it's you.
It's just the things you do,
I fed it to you.
I fed it to you.

Now we're driving in your car.
It's just the way you are,
but I'm falling for you.
Let go for round two.
I'll get the scissors and glue,
you just do that thing you do.
Baby let's move.

Maybe it's because I've been drinking
All. The. Time.
Maybe it's that I don't believe in,
Butterflies.
Maybe it's that I'm too lazy,
maybe I'm too scared.
But either or it's not for me to pick and choose
you're not supposed to be prepared.

Which way do I turn?
What now should I do?
I knew exactly which direction I was spinning
Until the bottle landed on you.
Now where do I go?
When I'm gone you're always here.
Feel my heartbeat? Good.
Because I feel I may disappear.
Disappear.

Fireworks keep shooting,
and polluting my sky!
If i can't see up, then how on earth can I decided?
Why am I moving at all?
Will you catch you tongue?
You don't have anything yet!
Darling you're still young!
You have nothing!
You have nothing!

But hold on.
Hold on for him,
hold on for us.
Hold on, when everything's gone
you'll be the only sacrilegious.
Stand up for what you want,
what you believe in too.
Hell yeah, I'm an atheist,
God Bless You.

Magic moving, in a little box.
Looking to that day.
My moments taking place,
only time we'll waste.
Send me your hours,
send me an email
let's talk on the phone.
Living in stepping stones,
these last minutes-
this is my only home.