Monday, November 9, 2015
asleep in circles
Again, pleasantly I
ask from behind this
moving dream
Is a comprehensive explanation enough?
Perhaps a short story to better change the light
Look how it fills the room
tugging at my blood
She might take off her
clothes on a day like tonight
However asleep you think you are
there will always be days like this night
through the movement of images a straightening out of tiny
universes defines this unsettled intensity
and every time I wonder if you are looking over my shoulder
hearing my blood stretching past that airy windowsill
with eyes like mirrored lightning, soft curls
and a dreamy touch
.
Sunday, October 25, 2015
no holds barred
Like running away or freezing stiff
I'd rather be running but
being eaten frozen stiff
might be interesting.
For the first minute wondering
if you will survive as opposed
to being chopped up
on the run
as If I were there again
remembering
it is only me
Yes I do monitor those sleeping demons
and less so a mischievous fancy
But being unbalanced and looking up
with every way eyes
A skin that keeps the rain out
not words I'd rather not hear or life
I Pause breathe pause
into an illusion of self
shadowing purpose vacuous and looking back.
We are here now and the strangest part is
how popular pictures still are.
.
Monday, October 5, 2015
east harvest
childhood
looking clouds
talking and weeping
I caress a cloud's s closing eye
And learn to pretend
tears I never grew out of
know how to rest
.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
What am I?
I took away the mountain top to give me a feeling I was tall
I also dug a deep hole that I always stare into.
Sometimes, usually around noon, I can see the bottom way down below
and it makes me feel tall and that makes me happy.
However, at night even though I sleep standing up,
I dream the mountain is even taller than before
and when I wake up in a sweat and run to the hole
it's too dark to see.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2015
9/15/17 7:00 AM
many strange streams flow
through the landscape of the mind
some with less color less contrast
breeze less
to my body thoughts
of snails and claws
and the parts of me
that pay the tolls
others with a left behind lonely ruin
feel of someone who never learned to ask for anything
the rest filled with mountains
aliens
and air curved wakes
or when I become pregnant and give birth to a monster
.
through the landscape of the mind
some with less color less contrast
breeze less
to my body thoughts
of snails and claws
and the parts of me
that pay the tolls
others with a left behind lonely ruin
feel of someone who never learned to ask for anything
the rest filled with mountains
aliens
and air curved wakes
or when I become pregnant and give birth to a monster
.
Saturday, September 5, 2015
to the tune of background radiation
i sat in front of
my brain
turned it on
and all i got was
static
.
contemplation of potential suffering
it's the waiting
it is the waiting
waiting in the context of
inevitability
and the (seemingly) only two ways to escape all that
I've forgotten
I know how hard it can be when you're not suffering enough
.
it is the waiting
waiting in the context of
inevitability
and the (seemingly) only two ways to escape all that
I've forgotten
I know how hard it can be when you're not suffering enough
.
Friday, September 4, 2015
96 comments
MartyjustJnoM
can't wait till exorcist 3D comes out to get showered in vommit
youreinstall9112
sounds cool an no clean up best part
anon
I need a good splattering
anon
cant wait for 3D pea soup to catch in mouth and rub into my tummy yummy
criticalindecsivedisorder
too bad not for real though but close enough yeah I guess
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Thursday, August 20, 2015
making noises with your throat
The next selection I'll share
like this, I hope
I look into my heart
part of me
but I just can't express
my soul
that easily
yes to express
how I feel about
the words bursting out
but like they still all have thier secrets
thoughts like being here it's
enough to just breathe
a smile
hearing thunder
then watching the rainbow's fading color
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Sunday, August 2, 2015
number c741
thousands of overlapping words
wandering into the endless softness
numberless reflections
fading through a silver moon
looking softly at the sky
and the moon thought about
dying
and getting hit by
an asteroid
.
.
and the moon thought about
dying
and getting hit by
an asteroid
.
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Tuesday, July 28, 2015
the stinky poem
a bloom of words from a
saturated tongue tickles
imprisoned minutes
and in big grey puffs
I see the same abandon in the poem
sinking right in
curves across my heart
the mights unrested
to even remembrances of a face
I never even knew
:l
saturated tongue tickles
imprisoned minutes
and in big grey puffs
I see the same abandon in the poem
sinking right in
curves across my heart
the mights unrested
to even remembrances of a face
I never even knew
:l
Friday, July 10, 2015
The cubicle of seven threes
I promise
I am not here
to prove an ape.
Or to
tell you something I
heard waiting
to fall asleep
I forgot the rest
.
.
I am not here
to prove an ape.
Or to
tell you something I
heard waiting
to fall asleep
I forgot the rest
.
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