ashI used towrite poetrybut whenthe flameof wantingyoufinallyburnedoutI foundI had nothingleftto say
abandonif Icouldlay myselfasidelikeclothesbefore abathI wouldbegin anewin a freshskinuntrainedto anyhand butyoursandyou couldteachmetolove withthe samerecklessjoywith whichI long tolive
rawtake backyour pretty lovewordstuck themunder yourtonguekiss meuntil my lips bloomwith bruisesscrape me rawwith yourblistering skinand scratchthis itch untilit bleeds
home improvementsit isnt your jobto save menor is it mineto fix youthis fatalinsistenceon repairingeach otherdestroys usall I really needis the warmthof your skinthe quiet peaceof your voicewhen I reachfor youin the dark
devotedhelloyoull be glad to knowthat I hardly everthink of youanymoremy nights areno longer sleepless,my eyes red-rimmedand puffyIm over youat last, emptinessa tired relieffrom painyes, I dontmiss youanymore but my number hasnt changed if you ever need to reach me
fooled.becauseI smile whenhe liesto mehe believesme unawareof thedeception
i tried to writei tried to writeyou a love poemtodaybut the wordswouldntlistenthey slidfrom the paperlike bricksfallingnaturally intowalls thatkeep mefromyou
grave markeryour memory beatsbehind my eyeslike a migrainea pounding achein the ever-rememberingof the almostI can hearyour voicean echoof dead hopesthat even nowI cannotbring myselfto bury
Wear MeSlide into me like anold pair of slippers, warmand welcoming, and Iwill comfort you.Put me on like a well-worn coat;let me slide up your armsand wrap myselfaround you.Pour yourself into me likea tight pair of jeans, andI will cling to you inall my fullness.Slip me on like a red silkrobe, and I will whisperperfumed promises to yourscreaming skin.Enfold yourself in melike cool sheets, and Iwill make you forgetthe world.
sprintonce, I couldidle on fumesfor weeksbut thatwas thennow my verybones sighwith wearinessyet Icannot resttime hasbecomemy enemyso I mustrun ever fasterto the end
WailJerked awake by dreams,I lie in the dark and listento the long, deep wailof a passing train, itsmourning disappearinginto tomorrow.I turn back into my blanketsand wonder where its going,rushing through the cold,black night, its voice sofrantic and needful.Its call echoes throughthe silence and beckonsme to chase it as Irealize the frantic need is mine.
Forgotten.I thought of you today(the first time in a long time)when I found an oldemail Id forgottenId saved.I read yourwords, so friendlyand light, so eagerto win me,and my heart brokeneatly in twolike an apple cutcleanly down thecenter that falls intosymmetricalhalves,twin red piecesthat will neverfit properlytogetheragain.
deconstructionat the nexus where my unhappiness intersects with your needwe implodetwo crumbling structures that fall into each otherour dustsifting together - a chemical conflagration in which willinglywe burn
deardreams were cheapwhen we were youngwe could crumple them uplike miswritten love notesand throw them outto start againlazily plucking new onesfrom the rose-coloredfields of our insouciancebut now the days shortenroads once open are walled shutour feet turn in aimless circlesdreams become dearas one by onethey die beneathrealitys heavy bootsand none rise up toreplace them
reboundknowingI'm a fooldoesn'tmake mewant youless
dreamlessmine weresuch small dreamsand life wouldntgrant meeven those
crashonce, happinesswas as simpleas silver dangleson french wiresand frosted pinklipstickthen he camewith dark hairand darker smiles,his bright blue eyeslit up whenI walked ina roomand happinessbecame complicatedthe nights...oh, the thingswe did in thedark(the light ofday would have blushedhad it seen)we swallowed eachother whole likebottles of badmedicine, the kindthat makes foolsjump off buildingstrying to flybut we were greedy,gorging on eachother until wecould holdno morehappinessleft with himnow I dreamagainof happiness as simpleas silver dangleson french wiresand frosted pinklipstick
heartburnlove wordshide behindmy teeth likestolen penniesstashed undermy tongue untilthe taste leechesinto my bloodlike the poisonof yourforgettingI swallowthembitterlittle pillsburning likebad liquorthat turnmy heartto ash
from inside my veins.i want to sing out of tune,become undone, fly a giantmarshmallow to the moon;i want to jump on a spongethree miles long and a mile wide.i want to speak in bubbles,just to pop all the words i wishi hadn't said.because i'm allergic to the soundof wind-chimes, sea-food, and thecoasts of france.i'm dying to become someone, but i don'tthink i have a chance.so i will throw my beer caps away,i'll light the warehouse all ablaze.and maybe i could lay down in the grass,maybe i could sleep beneaththe constellations, dream aboutAchilles' heels, take a breathand breathe out sunflowers.oh, it could happen,one of these days.i could be sitting at the bus stop,and suddenly a millionairecould be tripping, and i could catch him,charm him, maybe. who knows?and then i'd have sixty million pennies,lined up in my saving's account.and i could buy a beach houseon the coast of maine, i couldlive to breathe a hundred years.maybe i could be someone,maybe i could.after all, fate is
One-Word SupernovaThis "hello" is infinity unraveling,a star falling,a sun coming to life.It's movement.It's a breath drawn between two surprised lips.It's staccato,the quick crackle of a match catching on sandpaper.Flight has nothing on thoselush syllables -they soar higherthan the playground of angelsand we cannot help but follow.Sunstruck,lightbright,the word glimmers between us -clear and iridescent,a soap bubble caught in the air.I reach.You touch.And -a star falling,a sun coming to life -hope bursts open insideour slumbering hearts."Hello," you said.The word rests breathlesslyalong the curve of my cheek."Hello," I reply.And the hope, the promise,shimmers between us like starlight.
I hope this letter finds you..on the evening youfully realizeyou've spent the past(half-decade)doing nothing butfumbling atrelationshipsyou will betwenty-nine andall too aware ofthe feel of youthfragileand fadingmostly un-broken ofyour bad habitsconfusingused to havewithexclusion fromthe hasn'tssearchingfistfuls ofwater fordrops ofinspirationstillspillingyour heart outeverywherewhen measuring momentsyour lifewill seem onlyto beless about livingmore forcultivatinglonelyandthe spacesbetweencontentedproviding mostof thecontentwith love be-come somestrange creaturepeering upfrom the pavementsospeak/dream/sleeppeace'til yourguts(!)eat themselvesup(!)likeCHUD
Mute LispHow is being dead, dude?Hope this letter gets to yousafe and loudly, like ourtimes high riding on greencrack waves on Jones beach.We weren't so safeand sound but goddamn it wasloud. Teresa's still makingpizza pita's on David's bustedcar grill, like the goodold days when you werenot dead, damn. Can you stillsmell the smokey nightsbarbecuing in the junkyard?Beje's taking care of your dogand your mom is alrightworking at the library stillbut she's alright. She misses youdude, so maybe whenthis letter gets to your newaddress, you'll stop playing deadand come back home-have a beer and a piece of burntchicken and undercooked rice.
bite my lip.I want to spend monthsof afternoonsflirting withyou; & i'm in themood to bepretentious in yourcompany discussingproust(drinking distilled wateror eating cheap noodleswith plastic chopsticks)we could lie on each otherconsensually in conditionsof dry &wetI want tocatch buses with you. And trains.Standing at the platformour handsdeep in ourpockets,searching for change likestar crossed lovers;i'll kiss you again & messup your fringe.You remind me of Liam Gallagher.I want to catch trams, trainsbuses, taxis & never feellostuntil you leave me againwithout saying anythingyou just nearlysmile.
dance.dance,she said,and i -i lostmyselfin a song,in your eyes,in the bodiesswarmed around,ibecame fire,i flowed,like a stream,like the wind,and i sworenever to stopi -felt like magicswirledaround a magician'sfingertips,iforgoteverythingand becamea song,a lullaby,a beat,i -fell victimto the tappingof feet,the feelof your breathon my skin,the smellof your hair,and imoved -dance, she said,and i did.
blaze.summer.there is nothing more beautiful than your eyes, and they ignite my sky to flame, galaxies ripping open for us. we dance under burning suns and I watch as your mattress becomes my dancefloor once the lights go down. I watch, wide-eyed, as your shoulderblades and my cheekbones fit quite nicely together, two pieces of a metaphorical jigsaw puzzle sliding into place. we match, naked flesh against navy covers, love against night sky.your reckless fingers rack my bones with abandon, and it's understood that we can never turn back once the sun rises, rays of gold and mauve finger-painted, smeared along the horizon. and the sun does rise, but I barely notice, because my vision is filled with you. as hours pass, I pray to mean more than sips of coffee and afterthoughts, secrets stored in the back of your mind regrets.autumnand you swear that I will mean more, that I do mean more. but the leaves fall down, and so do we. as sunshine fades to overcast
BumblebeeBumblebee- you flyBecause you also failed yourCollege physics class.
over the through...i'm growing towards the trees,my arms stretched long and my hair turned to leaves.i'm dying, dying to be alive, but all the rain is all greywith sincerity. they don't hide; the cloud people. instead,they hide you. and so i've lost the sun for so long,and the stars, and your smile is only timid memory.if i let my feet roam as they pleased, they would never stopuntil they were before you. over cool clover and through smooth streams.over the through and river the woods. step step step dance. never fly,i'm bound to the ground by my toes. i'll run, though. run throughcurtains of wind and away until my pulse no longerblocks my ears and i can hear silence again.or your heart music through your lonely ribs.
undonefor onebrightly lit momentwe lovednow I dreambut darklyon a bed of promises unmade