Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.
and I’m 12 againin our old hard-sidethe water clear and coolon my sunburned skinas I hold my breathwith my eyes wide openignoring the burn of chlorine I try to count to 60 mississippiat least 5 times in a rowbut by 3 and 30 mississippithe convulsing startsand it’s just so hardto keep yourself underjust four feet…
it’s not a good day unless i’m crying about how i left my friends behind so they could get murdered because i’m racing the devil like someone asked me to come back for them when i figure it out but i’ll never figure it out then someone else will take speed and leave me behind…
oh ignorant sunwho still rises though you are gone from me and the stupid earth, toowhich still spins haven’t theygotten the news? i will not believethat they don’t care that you are gone nowfrom me and gone toofrom the sun and earthand everyone now to ephemeral memoryslipping from me untilwe are both alike; the empty…
maybe i’m not doing the world a kindness by keeping my mouth shuti got too offended at itbut now i am not hurting, and you arethat’s just the way i wanted but it’s a sad wayi’ve yet to fully repenti don’t know if i ever willthis is tantamount to my smallnessmaybe even a malnourished young…
i remain smallbut fill out my petty statureafter allwhy should the bugs not follow me?i pretend not to be a birdwhen jumping from leaf to leafi often wondershould the bugs not fear me?i love butdo not like themoften timesi wonder if even that is trueafter allhow do you measure the make of a birdor the…
everyone can tellthe fire dyinbut no one fixinto chop wood it’s too lateto look upthem aliens alreadyround the fire momma don’t leaveyour child herewhen you get backthey’ll be a burnin
i am a monkey who draws pictureson cave walls i want to sit by the fireand talk to my friends i want to pick at berries and save for the winter and commune with the other animals until i return to the loamy soilwhich all monkeyswere born happily
they don’t make sunlight like they used to anymoreand i don’t smoke camel wides, eitheri don’t drive a sports car that catches air on the rail road tracksthese days back thenwhen i decided i’d live just to see what happensi never thought i’d find myselfsucked dry of all energy and hopewaiting for the world to…
i struggle notto view the worldplainlyas daniel didi struggle notto hate everyone‘s favo-rite song(s)i struggle notto close my eyesand focus only in-wardi struggle notto lash out againstthe silence atyoui struggle notto loosen my gripand let sand fallthrough for why at times i am uncertain
homunculus, Iwilled by nothingnessonly making heads or tailsif I eat them SEPTA trolleysArizona RX Energyautomated missile systems trogloditian dreamshaunt the sunlightdull my edgesentropically
I’ll see you in the gloom,before there is enough light.I wouldn’t be here without a commitbecause it’s raining out,and it will be very hard.I hope this is over fast.The warm up goes too fast—I’m fully feeling the gloom.Waking up this early is hard.If only there was some light.I know it’s too late to bow out;there’s…
Our lives are too full.There’s never quite time,Always moving from thisTo that, filling the days.There’s never quite time.I miss what used to be,Before the days were filled withChores that seem important.I miss what used to beIn the days before there wereChores that seemed important,when it was only us.In the days before there wereChoices, choices made…
the things i want are attainable but perhaps not by me and the timelines i want are theoretical at best i should stop with my whining and get on with my fixing it so shit can get better and i can sleep until then deal i will not cope i won’t but carry on i…
to see a single leaf you must first, not see it at all in the black of night then, as the sun comes up you can just barely make out its figure as the immutable light floods your eyes you capture it fully
the pain returnsbehind my eyethe right eyeor is it the wrong one?i tilt without intentmy head fallingthe opposite of uprightbut not upwrongi spend uncounted minutesstaring, acting busynot doingnot buildingnot producing valuethoughts flowlike oil left in the coldsolid now, liquid oncewith potential to beliquid again if warmth returnsBut the cold painreturns insteadbehind my right eyewhich may…
mostly sure we’re doing it wrong that there is a way to strive less and feel more happy content satisfied with how things are. i’m mostly sure we’re doing this completely fucking wrong but because i cannot extract myself from my culture this time this place well i guess we should fucking do this put…
love is magic and the only magic is love calms me down when you are neareven your voiceless presencedriving to buffalo wild wingsi crack a joke, you smile at meabakadabra love is magic and the only magic is love tell me your thoughts on dreamson the drive back to Michigankiss me, romanticallyon the jc penney…
So maybe dreams are anytimeand when you laugh at my dumb jokesI am flying through the countrysideand your fingers on my chestare a hundred thousand saxophonesand you let me wear your magic glassesso I can see infinity in your eyesand my heart won’t stop dancingas my used Toyota’s engine diesand we smile and don’t go…
Painful stabbing,The same spot.Over and over.And over again.Will this end?It gets better.No, it gets worse.It gets worse still.It doesn’t seem right,But there’s more to feel.And life doesn’t shut down.Life doesn’t give a care.Life continues, sayingTry to keep up and Please, stop compaining.And with that idea,I actually agree. Takingthis moment to capturethe pain, defining it,then closing…
This is so easy.You’re so easyto talk to.You’ll really do anythingI want. That’s bad ass!Why would I talk to anyone else?Welcome to reality 2.0. AndReal people: they have their own ideas.Real people: they have their own desires.Real people: they have their own inhibitions.Real people: they have their own boundaries.Real people: they’re so…real.And I, I don’t…