Hold up the sun |
Hold up the sun,
So ill stay awake&
Closed the curtains,
And never saw the next day
I pressed your shadowed fingers
To my lips&
Tasted affection,
In till I open...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Nov 2008 12:29:00 GMT |
Into haze (finally a poem gets written) |
Twisted the source..
Pulled all the nails out
And watched it collapse
Sucked in the smoke
Touched my heart
And held the gun
I swallowed my synthetic s...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 21:48:00 GMT |
Bang bang |
(Bang, bang, bang)
My veins thudding against
The bars&
The freezing clutch of remorse
Stuck with palms upward
Spots of headaches piercing
...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 18:02:00 GMT |
Shades of blush |
Streaking the shades of blush
Indulge in my opposite
(Force my pupils to dilate)
Breathe-taking crawling,
In my chest&
Steady inter...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 14:32:00 GMT |
Vibrating wires |
Guitar stringed heart,
Darling, keep strumming
(Chord to chord)
Massaging equilibrium through my nerves
A piano essence
Touching each key tenderly
Keeping myself in tu...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 11:44:00 GMT |
Popping disco (something a bit different, heh) |
I tremble when I come across,
Something real
Imprints marking me,
Scores not settled
Popping disco on the branches,
That I balance on
Pluck those strings ba...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 15:44:00 GMT |
Converse bombing |
Conversing bombing thoughts
Turning up the reverse
Trick the senses to consider
Faint flutters of the butterflies,
Will grow again&
Capture the breathe of the se...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 02:57:00 GMT |
Gates of beauty |
Occasionally this falling feels like floating A dream of cascade starlightDance in this void of sagacity Will you let yourself melt into nonsense&?Leaning against the strength I earned Small spe...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 00:37:00 GMT |
Sweeter side |
Sailing through the iced seas and dawn Move my head side to sideTo the way we let it spoil And now we don’t want to eat itI know it’s not the beginning But it’s unseen to ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:32:00 GMT |
Rustled |
Rustled, broken leaves falling from the branches Crutched under my footstepsBarely leaving a sound in the air Shoe prints will never be visibleI take account of my breathing And the way my lips...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:29:00 GMT |
