April 2010
Live-tweeted poem 4/23 - 26/2010
(Note: you’ll find any of the original tweeted verses here There may be slight alterations as I post these here.)
Lips dripping sorrow
An endless desire for the home
They once found, only found
With his
Some part of her heart will break
A line crossed, or maybe not
A Judas kiss to mark
Some point of no return
While trust burns to
A white-hot ruin
Was it inevitable?
Turn...
Traps
Love is a trap
We enter into willingly
Becoming martyrs without being aware
This is the choice we’ve made
How long?
How long can wanting someone else’s happiness sustain us?
Too long
Long enough to kill us
Long enough to bring us to despair
Long enough to become the rope, the noose, the hangman’s blank stare
Long enough to destroy us with the knowledge
That there...
Poem: Translation (1st draft)
Losing things in translation
Trying to make the message into art
Make it make sense
While everything I need to say disappears
Can’t make my hands show you my heart
Can’t find the words that you’ll hear
Staring at a blank piece of paper
with colours dripping from my fingers
turning to a blur of what’s seen behind my eyes
staring at a page with a pen that turns in my...
Champagne Candy: 30 Days of Music →
via loveandzombies:
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Totally stealing this!
day 01 - your favorite song — U2, “One” day 02 - your least favorite song — John Mayer, “Daughters” day 03 - a song that makes you happy — The Cure, “Love Cats” day 04 - a song that makes you sad — Johnny Cash covering “Hurt” day 05…
Singing in my sleep (poem)
Wake screaming
Wake laughing
Wake with tears streaming, body shaking
Wake trembling like orgasm shudders
Almost
Almost something
Almost singing
Catch me whistling
Catch me singing in my sleep
Charmless tunes
Whispered rhymes
Secrets woven into 3/4 times
and
Don’t wake me
If I’m singing
Don’t wake me if I’m dreaming something soft and gossamer-spun
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She says... (Poem)
She says nothing
Deflecting concern with a deprecating phrase before
Spinning away
As if saying words out loud makes them worse
Makes them true
Makes them into things that can fracture the semblance of order
Breaks the status quo illusions
Into hard, heartless pieces
Of sky
Gone steely in the intention
Not to mention
Something
That
She says
Can’t be spoken
She says it in a...
eject: The Clutch and the Gas →
I wish I’d known that the last time my grandmother knew who I was, was the last time. I would have recorded it, done something, told her how much I loved her. I don’t remember the day, but it was another three years before she died.
(Alternate Title: The last sad blog I plan to write)
Frank is a 68 year old man with Parkinson’s Disease. He can’t move or talk. When I hold his arms...