[Insanity] noticed her.
but she would yell at it and give it bad looks.
It would send her drinks
though she unrequited in quite words about "dreaming"
and she would excuse him in dark liquid,
flowing steadily down her throat making it less heavy and arresting her mind.
until she slipped and spilled her thoughts on the floor, and they lay undone.
her thinking unpeeled as aroma blossomed her cerebellum into a calmer environment.
not her, but her [brain] exploded in surrender and
she didnt feel real.
go away.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
silk
This day, she felt the words creep unto her pallet and softly caress the roof of her mouth until it broke the silence, breaking into abrupt flocks of laughter that landed at the ceiling sideways and simple.
And happy spread warm over her, in light making the blood in her nourish like never before; a comfort feeling and something about safe.
A sleeveless length of silk cascaded down her chest and stomach. The ivory fabric scooped down her back withdrawing from her braided lacks as if touching would singe it in comparison.
-is that no one addressed them, it seemed adolescent; we were junior high girls in a fight. But we had never met, or laughed, or exchanged stories about pets or favorite colors; we were un-named enemies.
[and I do believe it un-requited, one sided, “up-nosery”]
And happy spread warm over her, in light making the blood in her nourish like never before; a comfort feeling and something about safe.
A sleeveless length of silk cascaded down her chest and stomach. The ivory fabric scooped down her back withdrawing from her braided lacks as if touching would singe it in comparison.
-is that no one addressed them, it seemed adolescent; we were junior high girls in a fight. But we had never met, or laughed, or exchanged stories about pets or favorite colors; we were un-named enemies.
[and I do believe it un-requited, one sided, “up-nosery”]
Monday, February 1, 2010
ratatat
ratatatat; a spiral exploded kneecap
stop the air depravity;
a roaring crash into his chest cavity
they turn up their mighty porcelain noses;
and it begins; the in between and sleep-like poses
and underneath the sheath of skin, their eyes begin to fade and flicker.
and with the condition of the room, the words
they spoke seemed to make him sicker, quicker.
the path is small, and blank, and tall.
i move in ballet, my feet end to tip.
and my body contorts to the shape it concedes.
i bend spine and bone, things i wont later need.
i am finding it quicker,
the door and the step.
the brass handle rotates,
and presents a new depth.
so i cascade down its halls
in its rooms, in its things
and i am hunting it viscously
where, in the ceiling, it hangs
because i only in between and sleep like poses
at night, in the dark things; i do not go
but somewhere i am resting, and person and whole
the endless places, the worlds i ache to show.
do you dream of things, like colored sounds
and if you do, at night
do the stars hold you captive, in the sound do you drown?
cause i keep covering my ears at the sight of sound
its the noise that keeps me
under the sky, above the ground.
cause i told God, i felt flat to the size of it
and he calmed and comfort me
cause the idea of size
is synthesized in it.
he said,
we may not beckon sun and ocean,
we cannot bleed infinite
but in his admirations
our souls expand with no limit.
"so even when they will not stay, underground; all the dead,
you'll take them away, the pain they put in my head?"
he said,
skin and bones cannot stretch,
your shoulders are frail
the tragedies you think to be
in my great eyes, fade and pale.
your vessel's too small
quiet now, overflow
your feeling's too big
start writing words you know
if you paint, the tragic will fall and age
and if you get it out, it will number and page.
if, in time, you write all the worlds
and there are no more left
ill help you to human
where dreams and sleep, you were utterly theft.
stop the air depravity;
a roaring crash into his chest cavity
they turn up their mighty porcelain noses;
and it begins; the in between and sleep-like poses
and underneath the sheath of skin, their eyes begin to fade and flicker.
and with the condition of the room, the words
they spoke seemed to make him sicker, quicker.
the path is small, and blank, and tall.
i move in ballet, my feet end to tip.
and my body contorts to the shape it concedes.
i bend spine and bone, things i wont later need.
i am finding it quicker,
the door and the step.
the brass handle rotates,
and presents a new depth.
so i cascade down its halls
in its rooms, in its things
and i am hunting it viscously
where, in the ceiling, it hangs
because i only in between and sleep like poses
at night, in the dark things; i do not go
but somewhere i am resting, and person and whole
the endless places, the worlds i ache to show.
do you dream of things, like colored sounds
and if you do, at night
do the stars hold you captive, in the sound do you drown?
cause i keep covering my ears at the sight of sound
its the noise that keeps me
under the sky, above the ground.
cause i told God, i felt flat to the size of it
and he calmed and comfort me
cause the idea of size
is synthesized in it.
he said,
we may not beckon sun and ocean,
we cannot bleed infinite
but in his admirations
our souls expand with no limit.
"so even when they will not stay, underground; all the dead,
you'll take them away, the pain they put in my head?"
he said,
skin and bones cannot stretch,
your shoulders are frail
the tragedies you think to be
in my great eyes, fade and pale.
your vessel's too small
quiet now, overflow
your feeling's too big
start writing words you know
if you paint, the tragic will fall and age
and if you get it out, it will number and page.
if, in time, you write all the worlds
and there are no more left
ill help you to human
where dreams and sleep, you were utterly theft.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
grown man
i stay you far away.
the truth, liquid, in un-day.
A roaring crash chest cavity
A dread of death anxiety.
I am blind and blood and suffering
With each drink you down, my agony.
I un-recognize your long black coats, and eyes.
You’ve unfamiliared you, when we sang of “spies”
you damage you, you damage me
I will be six feet, your company
I yell at it and give it rude glares
But it “creep”s and whispers the truth, it dares
where you hardly care
i am hard aware
but you dont lose sleep, do you?
i wish i didn't too.
the truth, liquid, in un-day.
A roaring crash chest cavity
A dread of death anxiety.
I am blind and blood and suffering
With each drink you down, my agony.
I un-recognize your long black coats, and eyes.
You’ve unfamiliared you, when we sang of “spies”
you damage you, you damage me
I will be six feet, your company
I yell at it and give it rude glares
But it “creep”s and whispers the truth, it dares
where you hardly care
i am hard aware
but you dont lose sleep, do you?
i wish i didn't too.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
amelie.
and although she sang in french sounds i could not understand, i could feel she sang about the moment we became. and as the feelings melted into one another, in the driver seat, in your lap, i felt your hands shaking and nerves about uncertain; that it was too good.
[much time and days and years about pain and starving inside.]
happy crashes at me. and as i am destroyed into hot pieces of ash and fire i become light that shines into the tips of your eyes and the corners of your brain. i coerce your laughter and am free.
[much time and days and years about pain and starving inside.]
happy crashes at me. and as i am destroyed into hot pieces of ash and fire i become light that shines into the tips of your eyes and the corners of your brain. i coerce your laughter and am free.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
sea thing.
Un-pigment
She had futile fists fighting. her stomach salted like sea.
[And he will wipe the sad and deepest things away until you think they aren’t so close anymore]
But this was before words crept unto the pallet; premeditated and empty.
When she spoke in was in sounds like rain.
[your fire and my light]
Her Melody had gone black.
The feeling of it burst in tree like branches throughout her chest as if lightening had raced down, reducing her [heart thing] into pieces of hot glass; aching and open like a searing volcano.
[much description of pain, and awful hurt; a very long time and some words about saving a pretty girl with scar and not feeling real.]
she abandoned the earth, the place she was. And descended into the most genuine depths of mysterious and dark water.
where, although she could not be loved, she could not be un-loved.
And in time, the nerves that once allotted memory and knowledge of time and experiences of tastes and sounds about rain, and the trickle of fingertips about her palm became dormant and inanimate.
And human rules faded off of her body.
She did not age.
Her hair grew out white over a mile in length; floating in silver tinsel up the ocean reaching towards the surface and the sun danced upon in.
And specs of light danced as luminated sky adornment on it, playing games “not to touch the shadow”.
The memory of amber darting through tree, sitting aside soccer morning sunrise drifted into the liquid and evaporated into the atmosphere; digested into shapes of stars and other lights that people look up to and wonder about.
it was a desperate reach into her acknowledgment, that the wind and the atmosphere would attempt to catch her eyes with a tsunami, a violent sky, or in aurora. And in its admirations, the sky would try and try its best to capture a rouge star for her. to burn and scar itself, just to plead its diligent devotion for her. and she was just as persevering in her unrequited interest.
as she would spend her nights laying a field, rearranging stars with her fingertips.
She had futile fists fighting. her stomach salted like sea.
[And he will wipe the sad and deepest things away until you think they aren’t so close anymore]
But this was before words crept unto the pallet; premeditated and empty.
When she spoke in was in sounds like rain.
[your fire and my light]
Her Melody had gone black.
The feeling of it burst in tree like branches throughout her chest as if lightening had raced down, reducing her [heart thing] into pieces of hot glass; aching and open like a searing volcano.
[much description of pain, and awful hurt; a very long time and some words about saving a pretty girl with scar and not feeling real.]
she abandoned the earth, the place she was. And descended into the most genuine depths of mysterious and dark water.
where, although she could not be loved, she could not be un-loved.
And in time, the nerves that once allotted memory and knowledge of time and experiences of tastes and sounds about rain, and the trickle of fingertips about her palm became dormant and inanimate.
And human rules faded off of her body.
She did not age.
Her hair grew out white over a mile in length; floating in silver tinsel up the ocean reaching towards the surface and the sun danced upon in.
And specs of light danced as luminated sky adornment on it, playing games “not to touch the shadow”.
The memory of amber darting through tree, sitting aside soccer morning sunrise drifted into the liquid and evaporated into the atmosphere; digested into shapes of stars and other lights that people look up to and wonder about.
it was a desperate reach into her acknowledgment, that the wind and the atmosphere would attempt to catch her eyes with a tsunami, a violent sky, or in aurora. And in its admirations, the sky would try and try its best to capture a rouge star for her. to burn and scar itself, just to plead its diligent devotion for her. and she was just as persevering in her unrequited interest.
as she would spend her nights laying a field, rearranging stars with her fingertips.
.insanity.
And If I turned crazy, I know you’d still love me. And you would invite my imaginary friends inside, to visit while my panic subsides. And my smiles would be endless, where your happiness bursts. And you would take care of me. Take care of me. Because your heart swells and you believe my spells. And my dreams are things you listen to and believe. Where I cannot tell a lie. And you are as beautiful as the moment I met you in my dreams. And you are with me everyday, in my ear. And you hold me in my sleep, even when the dreams are too deep. And ill cry of try and be brave, but you are close at my side Because of people that have died you are Where I cannot tell a lie.
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