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.

Clear

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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.

 

Courtesy of Smash Materials

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Left Overs

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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.

 

Unweighted Moods

A nice problem to have:

2-28-07

I like who I am,

But my happy state of contentment doesn’t breed for thoughtful jottings.

So my unweighted moods are forgotten with the sunsets.

I only write when the emotion oozes out of me and all over my typing keys.

I wish I could strike inspiration in the simple moment, in the painless smile that’s been crossing my face so commonly lately.