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 |
