Notes Collected

A thing is only what is appears to be based on the perception of the viewer. 

Think what are the assumptions being made. 

The body becomes inscribed by each series of events. 

Bodies are coded, a paradox of state and the individual. 

Consider what is being free. 

Reason may rule over the body, control through hierarchy. 

Gesture creates disruption of unity. 

Yet the coded and uncoded slip past everything. 

Sign and meaning is the perception to transform. 

Escape the miscommunication. 

Words are arbitrary relationships to the object. 

Nothing but itself. 

Mumbling

A maddening decent 

Pulsing static eating out the day 

Making waves, stunted by new barriers. 

Don't forget to keep on breathing 

Lungs struggling in resounding 

Annoyance. 

Just wanted to see 

Whats the reason of 

nothingness, puffing away. 

Nice things shine blindingly, 

A sleepless night a doubt in dream 

deep breath and jump. 

It was meant to be a pleasant day.   

Yes.

I want

you
always to know

I adore you.

 

I adore you.

 

Around You

Spin me
Spoon me
Circles around the sun

Love me
Lick me
Circles around the moon

Find me
Follow me
Circles around the sink

Move me
Maul me
Circles around the water

Trust me
Try me
Circles around the street

Wake me
Wish me
Circles around you

Spin me
Spoon me
Circles around you

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Dissolution waits

The world is a collection of beautiful things, if only you would open your eyes.

O return to the place that you came from

Be that a place where your soul stirs in the breeze

You close your eyes and fall into the euphoria

Again I find my reason in that corner where I am set free

Carry me with you, to the place of sincerest joy

Living in a fairy story, if only in a dream

I seek out my place in which I came from.

Extremely so, but not Critical

A beauty refined
to toil and wind
A grace througout
to crash and pout
A tone morose
to perch and host
A day undone
to regret and stun

lady be gone without a thought
a day forgot and on goes on

Pretend

Tick tick tick tick tick tick

Equal the days that I remember your face

Tick tick tick tick tick tick

A fallow state masked by compulsory need

I am on a friction high, clinging in ideals

tick tick tick

Take the nature sighs, dragging days, happy

You whisper, I hear only shallow swallows

tick tick tick

Spinning tops, are soaked in vodka stops

A sickening drain, until desperation seeps

Tick tick tick tick tick tick

Time to grow up.

Name Goes Here

Bang, Bang, Baby. Hear me squirm

Then follow the ring

The way can’t clear

Sweet lovely things cling tight

Detriment to a career, a desperation most clear

What fellowship

Holds the hand that gives forward ways

To lend

They miserly be, a grating grind that halts

In no man’s land.

Desperate action dictate

A fleeting faulting purge.

No screams, no cries, claw the grind

Chip away, bang, bang, comes but once a day.

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

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

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. 

Woof.

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...

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. 

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.