You're my life line,
Without you I'll drown,
I'll sink to the bottom,
And in the journey,
I'll see only emptiness,
I'll see only darkness,
At the bottom,
Under the pressure,
In the end,
I'll return to dust.
With the wind I goWith the wind I go
The wind is carrying me
I'm not moving but I'm floating
I go left and I go right
It's like a second part of me is exploring
I see beauties
I see beasts
I see rights
And I see wrongs
I am illuminated by the sun
I'm struck down by the thunder
I'm flown up high by the wind
I'm crushed down by the attraction
I really feel alive
I really feel like flying
I really feel I belong here.
Listening to stonesListening to stones
Let's take a minute,
And listen to stones,
Take one and put it to your ear,
Listen to it talk loud and clear,
Close your eyes and...
make it speak,
It says it's happy,
it's now hovering in the air,
It's taking some time to take her breath,
But there it is…
There was once a stone,
She was cold and covered in snow,
People would walk over it and not notice it,
People would crush her and make it weak,
But someone came and dug deep,
He took it and brushed the snow off of it,
She said she was glad not to be cold anymore,
But her silence said she wanted more,
But someone took her to its ear and listened…
He listened to her breath,
He listened to her stillness,
He listened to her all the time,
Then he started to hear,
He heard the story about the lake,
How could you live inside the water and not be a fish,
He heard the story about he throwing,
How even a stone remembers it has been thrown,
He heard the story about the question,
To which is answer is yes,
I like trainsI like trains
Yeah you heard well,
I love trains,
But what I love most,
Are the people inside,
I look at them,
And only see good people,
A story for each one,
I like to think of those stories,
Who is going where?
And as I think that,
I see the landscape run around me,
I'm transported to another world,
In which I will stay but a moment,
Until I come back to mine.
It's magicalYou know it's magical
When you look at someone
And your heart start racing
When you think of this someone
And smile intensely
When you imagine yourself with her
And automatically feel happier
We're all magicians!
Because our heart is racing
Because we smile intensely
Because we like to feel happier
This moment is magical
Because I'm thinking of you
And my heart is racing
My lips are curling into a smile
And my inner self is feeling happier already
All of this is thanks to you!
You're a magical girl
And I'm under your charm.
I sinkI sink
Each day I sink a bit more
The first day I just knee in water
I pray that everything I'm hearing
That everything I'm seeing
That everything I'm feeling
Is just an illusion.
The second day I lay down
Water starts covering my ears
So I don't hear all those beautiful things
Then water starts covering my mouth
So I'm unable to speak
To yell at the dark
To shot curses at the void
Now the water is covering my eyes
So that i can't see your beauty anymore
I'm blind to everything that could cause me joy
I'm blind to everything that could cause me pain
Finally the water covers my nose
So that I can't breath anymore
Why breath without you?
Why live if I can't see you?
Why live of I can't hear your sweet words?
Why live if I can't say I love you?
Why live if I can't see your beauty anymore?
I will lay down and keep sinking
Rejoin the darkness
Be crushed by the pressure
And then just vanish.
I'm just jealousI'm just jealous
I'm just jealous of you,
I'm jealous of your lustrous body,
I'm jealous of your happiness,
I'm jealous of the things you do that I can't,
I'm jealous because I love you,
I'm jealous because I would do anything for you,
I'm jealous because the mere though of you makes me feel queezy,
I'm jealous because I would like to have you here,
I'm jealous for all those things,
I'm jealous about even more things,
Because I'm just jealous of you.
A given for a lostA given for a lost
I give but I also lose too,
I gave everything,
But I lost equally,
I keep on giving,
I keep on losing,
I must be mad,
I must be crazy,
I must be in love.
I'm betweenI'm in between two angels,
I'm in between two caring people,
I'm in between two good friends,
They give me strength,
They give me confidence,
They give me everything,
I give them my experience,
I give them some presents,
I give them all that I am,
I'm between two lovely girls,
And I'm happy!
It stirs the soulIt stirs the soul
Stir for a bit,
Stir for a bit more,
Stir for even a bit more,
Put everything together,
and you'll get passion,
Then you'll be able,
To defy the impossible,
Then you'll be able,
To imagine the future,
You'll be able,
To change the world,
All this will stir you soul,
This is... TED.
there's something fatal about coughing up verse.i got written up for writing poetry on the desks
i don't think they liked the language i used
when i wrote how my heart was beating
like headboards against the walls of people fucking
at 3 am to the sounds of joy division
whenever you read me paintings at dawn.
they were going to send me to the counselor,
but i said my therapist probably wouldn't like that,
so they just let me go.
but this saturday, when i'm cleaning lives off of every desk in school,
i'll just be thinking how much i'd rather be sitting on your roof
and laughing when we argue about rimbaud
and sighing as we start to die.
ElenaElena followed me home
from work one night
and stayed for tea and eggs,
and all that minimum wage
and wars between the sheets
She said she was a goddess,
daughter of a carpenter
with her long red, red hair
and eyes as warm as hazel nuts
on Christmas morning.
Her hands spoke braille
across my back
and made the silence
of Sunday into a prophecy.
She left one October
just like she said she would
when the fireflies
had turned their wings to ash.
And I found revelation
in red, red wine
and cheap red, red fabric
that came off in my hands
The Owl's RiddleYou come and ask me,
but you don't always understand my answers.
You meet me in the night,
but I'm not a bird of darkness.
Venom QuillVenom Quill 9/26/14
I'll tattoo you with a poison quill
all the venom I will spill
So all the misery you imbued
will permanently stick to you.
I cannot find any time
when you did not feed me lines.
So I will etch on you all the
pain inside my skin
until the message sinks right in.
WineHead on a patisserie table
with a wine-scented napkin
that I scrawled your name all over
in the hopes it might necromance
or just romance you
to this place, at this time,
so we could be together again
and although the guitarist knows
that I'm broken beyond blue
I keep reaching for the bottle
in the hopes it might recreate
or just replicate
short history of the universe(what it's like is anne sexton quoting van gogh about sometimes having a terrible need for religion)
A lake slams into a bus and a city is unborn.
Enter an ocean of fog and then desert after desert stacked above the hills.
Then you get drunk as fuck near the tumbling skyline,
and this god damned room burns like prayer in your chest.
Then many missing scientists reappear in your brittle beach,
and your satellites in relapse all bending,
and what it's like is some kind of disaster, honestly;
the arms and the aerosol and the linen and the light.
And the rumble forwarding the sovereign wreck saying
survive yourself like you've survived me;
saying the game-changing theory was that everything is always moving,
and same for the carousal shadow bleeding through the mountain in your dream,
same for your silence and the sudden red rain of witnesses.
And then what unconquerable continents,
what strange forecast occupied via gate via wind and wave-
multitudes of sick yellow branch
to the ghosts with you, my deari came not to be kissed,
or to have myself cradled
in the curve of a throat,
but to be broken,
to be diminished
by your lack of affection
& over indulgence of sexualization.
uneducated in your intent,
found myself left entirely whole
& incapable of the fury
i had sought to sow between the
ridges of my aching ribs.
the polar opposite of translucencycradled in the echo
of a cloudburst,
the earth curls invisible fingers
about my achilles' tendon
she cries that i am not
intended for the clouds,
that my mind must not wander
between their susurrous concaves
furious with her insistence,
untether myself from the soft,
diaphonous comfort of the heavens
down into the weight of gravity.
listless green blades welcome my soles,
stimulating a tickle,
a sneeze; i never have done well
she is calling for me,
soft-tongued and crisp in her
& i am sorely tempted
i am not for the soil.
she becomes my inhale;
my alveoli shudder
beneath her force--
i am not for the air, either.
i stand beneath her onslaught
until she tires,
her molten heart beating beneath my toes;
unable to woo me with her facets,
cloaking me in one last attempt,
a final shadow.
my pores bloom
& i r