Friday, August 24, 2012
you don't notice me. (but mostly)
you clearly don't care about me. (even as)
a person I
lay bleeding from
an old wound
you pass by colloquilly
like a summer blockbuster
in a few weeks your ratings go down
after new things come along
and this IS the definition of FORGOTTEN
because the child is learning to see beyond instant gratification of even a long drawn out complicated dream
because.. it's okay to be enthusiastic.
There are always more blockbuster hollywood renditions of reality to pass up more assuredly than ever before
a disenchanted youth
and drenching themselves in gold liquid moist
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
housed in the cell CELL CELL CELL hell worth of a self hOLE. wayward of the middle beginning this inning out AT BATT YOUR ass on the dance floor in the flames till death do you Part in all your ways / and decay / to DEcline /the time / to find / and any line is a ladder / i'm so tired of getting fatter // sitting on my ass and getting madder / eating cheesy slander out of the packaging I die this death to this mound under / pancake batter boxes and popcorn dreams.. / / pancake butter boxes and rancid chemicals... to be THIS GOOD AT DEPRESSION// musstinmg around all beautiful till the bode ya wear is all beautiful; till the bud you grow is all beautiful till the breath that bursts is un-bleed-able / unbelievable this dream I wait for/ in my cellar cold / waiting for my prince to come / as death to death to death enters on / dissipates and I call it allergies / these malladies instuct my skelatol adversity / please/ honey
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
my heart, it jumps out, like gas, too warm, and its molecules, too excited
my heart, it leaps out of the space time continuum
and in that void
i reach my limbs and thumbs
to draw out, the light, the lines, the spark BY GUM GOLLY GEEE
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
my response to the person who wrote this, Wed. 12:13pm, Nur Greene:
paisley drawers hanging all out and the silky vintage shirt's cord ever so touching the hard wood
lonely you see i uh
want a uh
wane that wanton want look in your eyes
partner is me. so much more badly. than ever.
so possibly distracting me, me, me, me, me- OTHER.
is so confusing
so much like
is it all? yeah but also, breath,
cuddle well, cuddle before, well, how do you feel? touch touch touch touch makes no sense
to feel the hard wood, town match, frustrate fires a.. a uh... glass tube lit up neon greene
to be so
my brains' hairs finely tuned to the ether cords
sense o' sensor
and all makes sense if it glows
if it glows
Try hard oh child. Never give up. I love you. Good morning.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
some things I figured out are that I don't need to feel guilty or that I am being judgmental for noticing things i do not like in others. it's okay for me to be me and them to be them.
this really loosens things up. and allows me to be friends with potential lovers who i do not want to be romantically involved with.
1. paper letters to passt lovers saying what hurt me
2. praying ALL THE TIME in the most positive manner, what i truly want
So yeah, Confidence. Is so majorly important.
Also i mean my first real person i know in life (other than my elderly grandmother) DIED just 7 months ago, not even, and he was this major figure in my life from age 18 until age 21, I deserve time to freak out over our relationship/my relationships thereafter. I deserve time to mourn. He deserves patience and understanding.
Remember beneath the layers of any monster is the pure pump of a beating love..
There is nothing that looks ugly
There is no thing ugly
Now, this questions ourselves, is there a thing that is negative? Is the gap between presence and aesthetics wide?
Answer me this o friend.
Is there any thing too much of some thing?
Isn't ever-ry-thing made of Love?