October 2009
5 posts
he twists his eyes to the sky to ask what’s wrong i said look at me look at me all the time the leo in my mind set a fire to our lives i’m inspired by your words like hello hi hug me and hold my hands tonight i’m kind of cold
falling asleep to other people’s dreams
fingertips fingertips
little sentences pressed on my wrist
i can hardly string the letters together
but the sensation says “i think i like you”
like the timid
to the tongue-tied.
“what the fuck” i said, bent into your embrace, and straightened my legs. i coughed the stubborn lung of shrugged shoulders and the breath was still caught in the heart of an arrogant motherfucker. oh wait- that’s me.
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September 2009
10 posts
my messy mind
sleeps under your piano
and you think you’re alone
so you make something beautiful
for the silence
dedicated to me.
dreamt quick and dreamt dully. spoke loud, then spoke fully. mumbled my name and through my teeth, i became happy in the waters that consumed my shame.
the car ride home is heavy when you’re alone. and i am a tired teenage waste spoke in a lonesome tone.
no candles, no hands just the incessant skin to skin and my name over and over and over again.
usually i think about you- the 2 cup mornings and fuzzy afternoons
and then i walk away-
and hate the things i say.
my head beats a busy tune and the night sits patiently on my tongue pressed into the back of my teeth your teeth, and good god the way you feel before you walk away have i ever felt heavier?
“i know i say that i’m just fine, but i hope you wonder from time to time”
i need coffee in the morning. it certainly does not taste like waking up in blankets with you but when my chest beats, warm and happy in the a.m. it sometimes feels the same.
i caught the spark between your lips- the last time we kissed your mind confined to the skin on my hips. i am what you wish.
August 2009
8 posts
i slept my saturdays into nonexistance waiting for you
i like the way you’re put together like everyday is 70 degree weather. i like your fingerprints on my fingertips are you Adam or something more infinitive?
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no magic- i don’t even remember your lips, or whatever. i sleep your days away somehow i still wake up in love.
what if i fall apart like a puzzle in reverse?
he mumbles through his teeth until his tongue has nothing to say keeping quite quiet at night but talk talk talking all day all i want is your skin- stuck to me by the time i touch your steps but you like what i say and how i feel.
love’s enough to turn a wise owl stupid
July 2009
5 posts
streetlights that cure me of a misty night spent on wet steps sometimes we speak with our bodies sometimes we mumble through our minds
every goodbye hurts but
it’s nothing a hello can’t cure
haha I just had
iwastheocean:
an amazing night.
he loves me, gorgeous in the morning when the wine drys clear on your lips like any day in the winter. though summer feeds the broken hearted long awaited hellos mend anything in the heat of the afternoon, sometimes all night long. a sunset so romantic you don’t dare put it into words, i’ll leave it at the tip of my tongue. the page isn’t even worthy. i’ve seen the first...
i want to know what the dark does to you
June 2009
13 posts
today is simple, your teeth on my teeth and how long our conversation handles fractious time. anesthesia behind, i don’t feel unless you want me to; don’t say i love you. i already know you do.
wrote this at 3a.m.
oh god, the rain the summer thinking, series of miniature dreams, uh escapes me by the time i open my eyes. some sparks some finger tips all over. sometimes i’m in, sometime’s i’m out. mostly i am in. buzz on my chest and on my thigh, just in time to say goodbye. speak with your mouth closed on my skin. all romance like Cusack and daydreams. where am i going with this?
he was a fantasy novelist; it was all in his head all his words hung on what she once said- i dont love you like i could.
i like the way your skin shakes as i melt beneath your weight.
looking at life through two glass eyes, you are a tattoo in my mind. nothing goes away, but i like it better that way when the world stays in one place and the seconds float like days.
clench your fist, breathe, before your head falls asleep- let me dream. the way my voice breaks before i speak is sometimes beautiful, i think. you tell me. when you put your head close to my teeth, can you hear me speak, in my mind and in my sleep? take the water from the sea, let the sailors wander aimlessly.
nervousness- the great human sauna. i’ll sweat you out of my skin.
you are my train of thought
simmering sun, vicious but on days like this- such as your softness or a welcome home kiss, the day does turn, eventually.
sometimes your skin tightens to fit the size of my hand, shrinkwrapped in the rain too much mist to sweat, though our palms are damp with the moistness of our nerves. you break away and cleanse yourself just in time for me to lick my lips. i’m embarassed by your enamour though i sleep on it every night. i love the way you do everything right.
it’s so easy to bite eachother’s tongue. quiet and concealed like a secret or the sun. i left my hand open the entire night. by the time you tried, i was heavy with emotion. we shyed the night away, and left affection for another day. i think of you in a persepective that sees the box for what it is- inside, in every corner in each dimension. you spin the world in half asleep closed...
all the words and beats in my head just fiction and memoir begging to be shed. the line turned fuzzy a long time ago some stuff’s fake, some stuff i know.
does your heart beat and beat and beat when you say those things to me?
May 2009
11 posts
a pen flows soft without ink- we talk we have nothing to say.
i like to fumble through your fingers like i’ve been here before- i haven’t. this is so new.
a bee’s first spring- honey is so sweet when you’ve never tasted it before.
you ring me like a bell my bones shake- a harmonious undulation of our quiet contemplation. still and silent, like a winter day in may. we keep to ourselves, snails caught in their own spirling, beautiful shells. abandoned to be alone, but somehow we found ourselves at home.
i’m sick of the stutter, the words stuck on my tongue. the unwraveling of love just begun keeps my mouth soft from it’s usual sharp wit, the sarcastic conduit. it’s just a way i speak my mind but for you, i left it behind and still let my head unwind.
everything you wanted to say slept under your tongue, and woke up at the end of the day, waiting to be sung.
i turn my head to the left and think about you. i am tasteless and deaf. am i under you yet?
my tongue sits in the shadow of something interesting. i bite, and shut up and say it in my head. hello, hello, hello.
you make my chemicals move.