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02:12 Jan 26 2012
Times Read: 428

They say to take a step of bravery,

Try everything once;

But I do not want to love again;

Perhaps it was their

Simple modesty; Me knowing,

And them telling-

The truths that broke and

Cracked what little stone,

That held my parts together;

Maybe, like an addict-

I should have stopped long ago.

For lovers are only lovers,

That truly

Do not love at all.

Softly Sang the sparrow
22:52 Jan 22 2012
Times Read: 436

Little sparrow

come down from your nest.

Perch up on crooked fingers

and tongues.

Show us hope,

sing us songs from long ago.

Your tune of sea storm winds,

that lift the sands into our mouths-

Clog our ears,

purify the eyes of idle blindness

made from the devils land.



Little sparrow,

you know not of our evils.

Spare us,

before we crush

fragile wings.

Steam Breath [prose]
22:19 Jan 22 2012
Times Read: 437








Q: What do you consist of?

A: I consist of nothing and everything, particles and atoms. I slip out of hungry mouths and consume the air.



Q: What is your name?

A: My name? I have many; I come out when the air is cold, hanging in the stale air all around you. I’m vapor, or what am I? I don’t even understand what I could be. So you know? Do I know? Am I even an I? Being…



Q: What do you fear?

A: I’m stripped naked into the world when I emerge from lips. From the beginning I am scared, but I am also free. A bullet let loose from his barrel. But then again, the bullet always falls to the Earth and breaths it’s last sigh? Does this mean that when I fall from my floating state I will die…?



Q: Who are your parents?

A: You are, he is and she, that girl over there. I am from everyone, the child of mankind. You make me when the glass starts to frost and the grass grows stiff with ice. When the birds no longer sing, when the Earth sleeps- I am born, bred, reincarnated by a simple smile, laugh, and kiss.



Q: What are your goals in life?

A: My goals? If I have any I am not aware. Drifting in and out, waiting in a sea where I’m sailing on air, right between the nose and fingers. That is my goal, if I was ever given any in this life.



Q: What is your favorite type of music?

A: My music is the tongue that laws out of lips, smiles that are cunning. The sound that slips past them in retorts or stories, the hum and hymn of these beings- the hurtful looks and the bright shine in eager eyes. I love all of this music, I am intermingled with it, included and wanted, spewed out into the atmosphere like all of their thoughts and opinions. Their tune is my own, and I am their instrument.



Q: Do you see yourself as wise?

A: I know only what I am given. Information that I gather from raw skin reactions- I cannot know or see myself, I only know that my purpose is to make myself visible for man. Whether to remind them of life, or perhaps the death of things- for we all must come to our end.



Q:Where do you come from?

A: I come from words and phrases, air and the mixture of cold winter mornings, evenings, and nights.

22:13 Jan 15 2012
Times Read: 447

Daddy polluted me with nasty words,

while mamma use to rolled a joint between shaky fingers-

I remember that

The middle tip was always yellow-

Ripe and bright like lemon flavoring.

she used to hush me with crooked teeth-

While daddy

went off and fount himself a real women-



Mamma used to tell me stories,

while our house sank in on itself-

She left

and I left.

I never knew that hope could sink ships

until i saw daddy's face again.



It would contort,

delusive of it's features.

Warp

red

bright

pop and sizzle.

Spit out words that twist my stomach.

I was never called a cunt,

until daddy taught me the word.

over

and

over

and over.



The other women

told me about who I was.

I've never liked mirrors,

when she taught me how

to hate.

I'm so thankful,

disinterested about where i'll be-

Mamma

taught me how to be worthless.

Daddy taught me

how to cry.



But

I'm the one

that taught myself



how to write.

21:54 Jan 15 2012
Times Read: 450

Murder me with words

and rip me open to read my pages-

For what it's worth

I've counted your letters

and ate them whole so i'd speak them later.

I'm this no good son of a bitch.

I'm this waste,

particles on drywall kids.

Dirt mixed with air.

Chew me until I'm flexible against your tongue

knead your fingers into my open

crevices.

Put me in a box

and wrap me up like a little doll.

01:16 Jan 08 2012
Times Read: 467

"Pretty"

such over-used meanings

and letters.

Filled with yawns and dull bulbs-

Unscrew your tired hit me ups

and think with some poetry-

Cover your lips with spice

roll your tongue when you speak.

Form sentences that lull her into quite euphoria.

Carry your voice,

resonating through hollow limbs.

Fill her to the top until she falls,

then catch her-

Sweet nothings that are original

always gets the lady in red.

01:05 Jan 08 2012
Times Read: 468

When remorse sicks his head in the lions din-

The second try

ends with them inviting him for dinner.



Morals

are

as

true

as

they appear

to

be.

00:29 Jan 08 2012
Times Read: 470

I don't get kissed by wondering eyes very often-

Men tend to look to my frown.

If they wanted lips

they should have asked for someone else's-

Because these speak in slang riddles

about opinionated acupuncture.

Pressure released as i let them go from gazes,

intimidation leaks from my hips and mouth.



I'm not a women to be messed with

when you twiddle around with all this

Tom Foolery.

Smack me with washed up wit that you

spit out from a book you've barely read

before.

Mock me

then insult my plain appearance-



My eyes don't light up for dogs.

They light up for papers and pens,

between the sheets,

sketched out over my face.



My only sin was being dull on the outside-

Speaker Bliss
03:16 Jan 04 2012
Times Read: 477

I'll take it slow as I plug you in-

Let you leak into my ear and trap

your voice in the other.

I'm falling forward,

lashed out with intake of air-

Let it go smooth

until I am no longer breathing.



Breaking notes along my skin,

scoop up my legs and feed

on my lips-

Parted

chanting.

Keys over

and under painted on eyelids.



Sacrifice me with speakers

over my ears-

Sing to me of ignorance

and of heroes

from long ago.



Because all sorrow is forgotten

with equal words sang so

softly

and so sweet.

00:22 Jan 03 2012
Times Read: 479

I ask myself why I'm so washed up

but my empty rags won't respond to my accusations.

They plead with the hungry norm-

leave me out to confide in my marrow,

pick it clean with a folded twenty.

Grind away at the bone with their teeth,

because we all know pity is for the weak.



My minds at a junction between second and third-

To roads I won't travel alone.

Because I am as fake as Nirvana-

I'm washed up and whited out.

cuz i never taught myself how to write what I'm really feeling.

05:27 Jan 02 2012
Times Read: 480

I remember the smile that lay way to dimples.

Brightened her eyes with light show spark.

I knew she wanted me to taste her skin.

It reminded me of coconut rum

Warmed my throat all the way to my belly.

That was the first time I indulged in under aged drinking.

But her noise told me that she didn't mind my partaking.



So I drank some more until she was empty.

04:07 Jan 02 2012
Times Read: 482

There is meat atop my bones-

Cartilage that's left over

and unable to bend by your fingers.

Snap twice,

and I'll twitch my hips.

Because I'm waiting for you to

yell and tell me that you love me-

You will not,

even though my words are voices.

My body was never good enough

for God.



Behold my grace,

as i let my bird fly hand

with smiles.



I never was your Mary.