Woetry

I’m afraid to post my poetry here anymore because my poetry is beginning to frighten me. I...

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 13:14:36 -0500

I’m afraid to post my poetry here anymore because my poetry is beginning to frighten me. I don’t want to shut this down… but I can’t keep it up either.

i love your background photo, it fits perfectly.

Sun, 18 Nov 2012 20:54:19 -0500

thank you for the kind words :)

Suburbia The engine revs like the chattering of teeth, Sputtering to life in the merciless...

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 21:45:00 -0400

Suburbia

The engine revs like the chattering of teeth,

Sputtering to life in the merciless bleak,

Careening about the concrete sheaths,

On the shores of shaved and naked lawns,

The pop music with the muffler music, car horn cacophony,

In the suburban parade that chases waywardly after me,

Shouting “3.83 for a gallon of gas”, and “4 lives to put our flag at half-mast”,

And some neon signs are better left naked,

“Welcome to Suburb High School” written in bold,

To the conveyer belt that is too thick to fold,

To the grades that are too pricey to be sold,

To the building where our children get old,

And suburbia lies in wait for clothes.

PG poetry for once

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 21:40:56 -0400

The Basement

The red-brown carpet offers up its welcoming caress,

To soda cans and pizza boxes trailed along its breadth,

The reclining throne, its body to loan, to a pair of well-loved jeans,

On a modest king with his lanky legs crammed into cushion seams,

The floods of sounds, the dissonance of laughter with the strum,

Of guitar strings, and other things in this slow and rhythmic hum,

Which would rock me there, my feet left bare, as the record player swings,

With the kisses sweet behind the sheet, draped from the ceiling by moonseed rings,

And I’ve lived my days in a happy haze behind that impermanent door,

Til I breathe that rhythm, growing up from that unmagnificent floor.

Arthritis

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 21:22:00 -0400

My fingers bend in peculiar ways,

Like bands of light turned scattered rays,

Or the swollen scalp with life-spent grays,

And the mind below notes sun-spent strays,

In the eyes of women facing better days,

These hands can block the sun.

Impulse Haiku

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 22:13:41 -0400

I am that impulse,

Moving closer to the thoughts,

Graceless in nature.

Bread Broken

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 23:34:48 -0400

The gush of blood, red wine dealt for rare occassions,

The must that’s trapped beneath my skin, like rain water churning the vineyard,

Breast plate violent, the rhythmic fall, and further fall,

Whistling,

Autumnal, somber, sick am I,

Like bread broken and fed to the crows descending,

With this fall unending,

Fed to lovebirds til wine runs dry…

My own thoughts are eating away at me, slowly destroying me, motivating me, and loathing my...

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 11:39:10 -0400

My own thoughts are eating away at me, slowly destroying me, motivating me, and loathing my motivations. Regrets are the only thoughts not worth having, and today they are all I have. All I can muster.

Senseless Giggles

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 21:11:00 -0400

I giggled today,
It felt out of place,

A quickness of breath,

In the inhale of space,

The space between my mouth,

And the machines in your ear,

Churning, digesting,

A new sounds premier,

I giggled today,

And it bore me no pain,

But bore into the blanket,

That you let me stain,

Like the frost on the window,

From the breathes that we drained,

I giggled today, but there was no joy in the thought,

Derision for lungs, and and the good sense they wrought

dimasmoonbeams: everything you ever saidmight be a liebut i don’t careit sounded sweet like...

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 15:48:54 -0400

dimasmoonbeams:

everything you ever said
might be a lie
but i don’t care
it sounded sweet
like eloquence
it could stop time
once more, perhaps
or speed us up
like hurried death
either way
we hold our breath
putting our faith in
nothing else
but closing eyes
and dead romance -

uhg too perfect…

Bedtime Prayer

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 15:32:00 -0400

He made it quick,

He made me quake,

I pray the lord my soul to take,

Keep me safely cross the wick,

And wake me with,

~~I make me sick.~~

Based on that prayer, i dont know if anyone else recited it as a child;

“Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the lord my soul to keep,

Keep me safely through the night,

And wake me with the morning light.

sassystraightfriend: But tell me now, where was my fault in...

Tue, 28 Aug 2012 12:13:13 -0400

sassystraightfriend:

But tell me now, where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart?

And all of the sudden time felt so collapsible…. like I could put it into my pocket and wonder...

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 09:33:00 -0400

And all of the sudden time felt so collapsible…. like I could put it into my pocket and wonder where it went. Wonder “where did the time go?”….

ladymycroft: by Shel Silverstein

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 22:11:07 -0400

ladymycroft:

by Shel Silverstein

I sucked on the lit end of the cigarette, Breathed in the naivete, the wrong, Chewed on the ash and...

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 21:44:09 -0400

I sucked on the lit end of the cigarette,

Breathed in the naivete, the wrong,

Chewed on the ash and swirled it against my tongue,

Put the mixture in my hand and slicked back my first white hair,

And swallowed my virginity with arthritic fingers,

Feeling the burn at the back of my throat,

Crying the tears of an old soul,

With the eyes of a soulless 17,

And wrinkled lips closed

is it ok to say these things? i feel like no one likes the kid that uses tumblr as a diary…

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 23:30:09 -0400

is it ok to say these things? i feel like no one likes the kid that uses tumblr as a diary…

Purge

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 22:57:39 -0400

I bit my nails this morning, absentmindedly swimming somewhere in the blood buzz, the recollection. My hands quarrelled with the dampness, saliva floating with spindles of your flesh still beneath my nails. And there at the surface was that smell, to sensuous to be familiar, but nonetheless distinct in my memory. A flash to an exposed thigh, a surpressed sound, a surpressed fear, a bead of sweat. I was biting my nails this morning, and had the strange desire to press fingers against my tonsils. To purge myself of the night before.

Observations in Wound Licking

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 22:48:00 -0400

There’s an odd romance in this blister,

In the tongue thats lapping the wound,

An asinine consequence, the spit of karma, the spite,

Pulp to this blood, not mine to taste,

But that of the earth embedded in my flesh,

That of the world beneath my skin.

Fractured Mirror.: Amanda Jessica.

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 00:36:06 -0400

Fractured Mirror.: Amanda Jessica.:

yumandcoke24:

She is the girl with
the psyche as
fragile, as already
broken glass. Her
lipstick looks as
if it’s painted on
turns out, she didn’t
even know it was there.
.

She’s got a smile held
together with duct
tape, and lies untold.
Eye of the storm oh-so
focused on the big picture,
she…

Bouyancy

Mon, 30 Jul 2012 02:50:00 -0400

This bouyancy is a demon, charged still to frolick,

In the wells of my chest, in those goddamned hydraulics,

Not cradled in love letters, nor fizzed in confection,

But born to this fear, to this violent convection,

Stop raping my lungs, stop stealing, “stop feeling”,

Stop realing and jearing and damned near to squealing,

And focus again on this godforsaken living,

Float on the back of those hellish misgivings,

The whispers that gush from this warm flooded throat,

Condemned to the salt, the pleeding, the hush in my throat,

float.

float.