†Birdie†

thoughts in a bread box.

I remember a time a street light was just a street light and these- blood soaked lips were clean. I mean well, but well is not what it was when we were small. Now it don't mean much   &nb...
Posted by †Birdie† on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 10:04:00 PST

rainy day lament

We are crumpled, discarded -yesterday's socks bent together in sporadic heaps. Startled by creaks on ageing steps, I can no longer find myself, lost as I am among your scattered thoughts. It is no...
Posted by †Birdie† on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 10:13:00 PST

to a friend who i wish i could be there for more often

she is not that pale figure fading in her car as the parking lot is emptied almost emptier than her, but she is not that withered, shaking voice, low over the phone in muffled, sobbing tones a sing...
Posted by †Birdie† on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 05:55:00 PST

low point

Do not hold me like this I am the dead branch Rocked in your waves I will leave you and Land on some distant sand I will not let you hold me Again. When morning breaks Through the curtains Stealing a...
Posted by †Birdie† on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 09:58:00 PST

weekends mostly

If this shadow's good for something Let it be to keep The sunlight from your Eyes. If this breath were words We used to compromise I'd exhale existence Until I lost All earthly ties, I Just want to...
Posted by †Birdie† on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 01:15:00 PST

poem 106...fort worth?

The night was ripe With things I cannot say Fruits too sweet to pick Or give away. We woke In pools of sweat. When thoughts kept Dripping-wet And waiting Wills- debating. Wishing we were stronger Or ...
Posted by †Birdie† on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 01:03:00 PST

the truth about texas restrooms

Public restrooms- disgusting!  I have learned from my medic training that they are crawling with innumerable amounts of bacteria, germs and Mexicans. That's why I do my darndest not to touch anyt...
Posted by †Birdie† on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 09:34:00 PST

beginning of some story...eh... dont know where this is going.

The wind smelt gray this evening as the sun folded neatly below the horizon. No, that's wrong. It smelt the way the morning sounds in the winter, when the landscape is still and frozen. I sat there, o...
Posted by †Birdie† on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 08:18:00 PST

i heart fire escapes...and poems about them

These rusty eyes Are drawn to fire Escapes That crawl slowly Up old buildings In the colder part Of town I watch them Clinging on for Life While holding The buildings together Brick by broken brick...
Posted by †Birdie† on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 04:14:00 PST

borderline emo? if so, shoot me-i would deserve it.

  Light flickers through the trees I'm poisoned by My own disease If time revolved If time relieved It's time I find a new release Sleep walking Done talking Muted tongues forever Mocking me Li...
Posted by †Birdie† on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 02:58:00 PST