Clear

5-27-08

I want you to get it.

I apologize that we have been a bit –blageau (cloudy) [unclear] translucent.

 

Come into these words. I want you to understand them.

You may misconstrue, misread or misinterpret; just don’t neglect to get in it.

Feel it to its full comprehension.

Let your fingers sink in the substance and dig around.

 

Because I really want you to feel,

I cant let a chance to touch something solid pass us by.

 

When I write I always want it to be significant,

I like when it rocks my perception—makes my thoughts open up.

Sometimes I just let the words run wild.

I skip back to it and I’ve just realized you have no clue what I’m talking about.

 

I think you need to feel it too.

I’m not looking for a shared experience…I guess I’m just looking to share.

 

So take my apology for every over-thought apostrophe, every idea so surreal Dali couldn’t paint it. 

It’s more important that you are touching it than passing your eyes over top of big, insignificant words.

 

“Draw me unto you and we will run together,”

I will be clear and you can really get it.

stop

6-13-08

stop

just stop

pick a spot turn, drop to

stop.

 

just stop

 

blundering, wondering, numbering.

Please, stop.

 

and stop.

take a chair,

couch,

floor,

door,

war,

whore,

more

stop. cease. release. in one piece. no niece.

(I’m too young and far more likely.)

 

flirting, skirting, inverting

my face so it’s me,

to a tee, and now free, to be, prett-ee,

 

and stop.

 

2..4..5..6

stop.

block this sock

take a bow you have wowed them all with how you

stop 1..2 stop 4..5 stop 7.. and

 

stop.

 

stop-dance-splash

Thought of Three

4-27-08

 

the evanescent thump of you

pervading in my inappropriate parts–

 

to the second gender that smells as sweet,

to the separate lender who I never keep,

 

sweep my wave again,

pulse my crave my friend

 

because there are where the words lie;

because this is why I cannot cry.

 

 

 

caught in the mind of me,

all in the thought of three.

trust joy and embrace it…

Beautiful

Lips, Skin, Arm, Head

Courtesy of shootingfilm.net

I was so ready to stop being so god damn innocent.

1-15-08

Look.

I like when you’re pretty;

when your shirt dips a little lower than it should.

I like when you move, and your whole body goes with you.

I layer, and my mind goes with me:

sweat,

lips, skin, arm, head;

look at you. You’re a

painting, picture, perfect.

My porcelain doll

(don’t look- she might break).

I’ll look all the more:

break for me baby,

break for me,

break!

Left Overs

Photo credit to clemson.edu

2-18-08

Left Overs

 

Everything seems a bit said before,

a little over rehearsed.

The lines have nothing new to me,

just recapitulation of a dead horse.

 

Why even try anymore?

There’s nothing new under the sun.

Everything’s been done before,

my art is getting numb.

 

No motivation to drop a line

unless its something new.

I just need someone’s fresh caprice

to give me something to do.

 

So boo, boo, boo,

I hate you all!

You leave me sad and over thought.

I’m a hungry inspiration-less hacked up ball;

 

just give me something new.

 

Read My Mind Again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

12-9-07

 

try and read my mind again–

I said I love you in a sales receipt:

 

I bought your love

– cigarette, 3:00am confession

The cost was cheap

+ two year’s insurance increases my return.

 

I love you, I said it…

return fee = one burning blanket.

 

He made me rhyme

8-24-07

she thought it was because of a kiss

or maybe just for lack of this

–

but his songs keep her coming back

to all she thought she had packed

–

this can’t bring him back, it didn’t before

it’s not even worth it, their friendship is more

–

but she can’t help but notice that her perfect man

looks more and more like her best friend…damn.

–

I don’t understand it cause he sure doesn’t see it

it’s not that she wants it, it’s that they just fit

–

cause perfect turned out a bit lopsided

she smiles to be so misguided

–

it must be him, she’s even changed her mind

look at this, she learned how to rhyme.

Wanting Comfortable (Or not Getting Over It)

First love was hard to get over.

Click Comfortable by John Mayer to listen while you read.

This song described everything so perfectly when M would play it.  I could’ve sworn my ex was singing about me when he’d play this on the guitar so often when we would hang out!  At least, I wanted him to be…

I felt so strongly when I finally realized I was in love for the first time, didn’t you?

8-23-07

If he meant what he sang then she’ll finish the last line.

If he knows what she means than it might just be comfy.

If you read between the lines, I swear she’ll write you another.

broken English, stolen love songs,  I’m a waiting blanket;

please give me another.

 

Because I forgot to post in January

Courtesy of fanpop.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1/29/11

Quite the month of shit and giggles

Sex and crying (the other way around though chronologically)

And you.  No other real hearts this time.

January. And I think you were kind of pretty

The snow fell hard on you and every morning we got scared of its beauty.

But I like the two hours to sleep in so I’d say “be scared” and then you’d run away

And I started running a little bit to you.  Again.  And..—

Again and.  And—

Again and again and again…

And again.

And…and…and…

And again?

Again(and) again!(and) AGAIN!

…and again.

And—and—and—

Again, and.

Again—again—again

Again.

And—

Snow bites.  All packed and ready to throw.

Snidpits.  We share one color and then I go.

Buttons.  “I had too many, you had three”

Slush boots.  I walked them over, just for me.

All different people but one is me.  January safe in a word, a line, a person; what’s more is still me.