Thursday, September 15, 2011

That's funny, I don't actually remember writing any of that.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Un_Lcuky Numbers

Never the 
Lucky Ones 
23 34 1 52 8.. 9 4

Nothing at all To do with Elle

Drills Holes Into the Sides Where trust should Come into Play Yet I told them I was not There In that place Yes physically I was but The mind May Wander when No one IS Looking Constantly I Have not Seen Where I Was going Then IT was all Gone Seeping Out Drop By Drop Into the DEEP of the Pit Without A bottom A Bullet Chased me Down When I was Meant To Drown, The Dialogue suffers When the Character has NO Ground to stand on Rather Trodden in The Marsh Unaware that They are Sinking. Love Has very Little if anything AT all to Do with It. 

Does need be?

there was something New 
Something untold 
they spoke in shrieking 
Whispers 
I loved you. when 
there was time 
then It was all Gobbled 
up with greedy 
Licking tongues. 
they devour the thought 
Devour the mind 
Mind that I never knew 
But Now. I think 
That once you Knew 
sing the little Ashen days 
Into A dusting. tray
scratching nerves keep tender
Dreams harking late Nights 
into seeping dawns 
I had You when. you Gave
time to trace the Craven 
clouds into Ticking holes 
they Scream in the nights when 
Sunlight shuts up Her eyes. 
Chasing me into the Grave

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Not sure where it went.

I wrote a new poem the other day while riding on the bus.
But now I am not sure where it went. So instead, you get this.

That is all. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Mildly, Unstably, Yours!

I love you! 
    I love you, love you! 
Luv you!
   I love you! hey, 
wait... Where did you go?
Hello? 
    Damn-it, why do you always
run away when I am talking...

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Did you eat that?



Penetrate
Violate
Ruminate
Illustrate
Gravitate
Confiscate
Elutriate
Prostrate
Dedicate
Fixate
Urinate
Abdicate
Berate
Frustrate
Immediate
Frigate
Lacerate

Wait that’s not what I ate…  

It bothers you, doesn't it?

that this 
is not 
really a 
poem 
at all... 

Smile. 
It's good 
for 
you. 

Can't Sleep

Talk at me,  
Baby. 

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Have a Nice Day.

If I asked
   Would you run away with me?

If I told you
    I would run away with you...

What, you don't?
     Oh, right. Okay sorry.

My mistake
     I thought I was speaking to someone else.

Have a nice day.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Catch Me

I am waiting...
Come out and find me...

I am waiting.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Et tu?

Count them 
Sorrow controls 
Wishing Them 
Possession steers 
Devours them 
Remittance kills 
Placing Them 
Paraclete comforts 
Stalling them 
Careless loves 
Count them   

Terrible minds 
Stealing Them 
Frozen blow-backs 
Minding them 
Serpentum labors 
Count Them. 

Undone by DONNE...

Donne, you have
undone, John you
Have done me in,
Oh Donne, the Juan
of Metaphysical
wit, UnDonne...
Damn you John Donne.
So much not writ,
Yet still here I sit...
Undone by Donne.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Song for you.

I wrote a song for you.
But I cannot sing, so
you'll just have to take my word
that it is really nice.
I hope you like the song
I wrote for you, even
though you will never hear it.

That is all I had to say, so
have a nice day.

Never Never land?

Ego bruised...
Holding on a fake smile,
thought one thing
then felt a cold
slap in the face...
thanks
reality.

P.S.
You suck.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Tomato Soup and Oh yeah.... FUCK YOU!

There I was 
Eating my tomato soup 
Yum yum 

Then you came by, 
I thought it was to fix 
What you didn't do.

But no, you
Just sat there smug 
And spit in my soup. 

FUCK YOU!  

Friday, March 25, 2011

Strangers

Some days
You miss
The idea of somebody.

Who does not
Really exist,
Only they might.

You just
Do not know them.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Epic Poem... Almost but not really.

I set out to write an Epic Poem 
So that I could show 'em 
That I took my writing with Pride 
Yet then again I may have lied 

The truth is I am too lazy to keep going 
so thats all that was worth showing. 

Yep not all that Epic really. 
If you were looking for metaphors 
Please refer to someone who really cares. 

Trailing

Wait for me
I make account
We found the stream
Constant without care
My eye cannot follow my Hand
A Reviving Infusion
Forgive me for my
An instrument need call
You thought, I have known
Say what this means to
You're not listening...

5x5

Dancing in circles
Surrounded by my books
In my 5x5 apartment.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

with every hot drink!

His name was
Hubert 
No he did not like
Sherbet


Not to give a false impression.

He ate pie.  

( Even if you Say it's not )

An intrinsic liquid jolt
            Down the spine
before you said goodbye

Falling paces thumping
            out of time
I felt you then
            now all is dim

Salt shards away porcelain
            damask, hard now
lost in melting glass

Love was your lie
            the soft beating winds
shallow cuts just below skin

I felt you always
            you’re still there
they eat me whole
            without care

Beating hearts
            rip apart
in the shallow cockles
            of your deceits

The child cried, no hope
            of being satisfied. feel
[omitted]  just before I died

hey Cupcake


Why not
free
enjoy every
valid
only
only



Monday, March 14, 2011

Living in Dreams

Craning her Neck She reached the Gaze of the sun
and Crowed.

You have only one life so don't 
grow up 
too Fast. 

Find me In Neverland when you
think you’ve
lost me.

She was waiting in the
sunshine. 

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Migratory Migraine

All
Through the night
I heard a rip, rip, rip;
 Be careful
Without the light
You might slip, trip, flip.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Thinking Of Obscure things...

There is a little mouse Living
in The corner
There you can See
his Little mouse whiskers
Sticking out Just beyond the
shadows.
I fed him lilies And he
and he and he and He
Snickered at the Lovely blossoms
held in my Hand.
little Mouse I cried
"Why do you Resent and Tatter
at my gift?"
it was only In a squeak and Pitter-
patter of his feet Did he reply.
there is a Little mouse living
In the Corner.
you can see Him there
Caught in a Trap.
he wriggles and snickers no more
at lovely Little Lilies.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Everyday of 5 Days

Tell me the story about
the clouds.

And the Lark did crane his
neck then crow.


A screech that cracked the 
darkening skies in shrouds. 


I can not get any work done
with you staring so.

And with fractious galumphing
he did wobble along.