shufflings
May 2013
19 posts
people read too much into things.
“you cover your eyes while you sleep because you wish to ignore things; you are already too troubled to care. you rest your arms on your head because you want to protect your mind from outsiders.”
or you know, I sleep like that because it’s comfortable.
not everything is symbolic.
put down the Freud.
Forget slimmer, more
productive, whatever: just
try to fuck up less.shared via WordPress.com
We drive eastward,
farther into the desolate lands
of the Great Basin,
where I drove years ago
but this time not alone.
I park the coupe along a dirt road
and together we laze
upon the hood of my car
to watch the sun bury its light
behind the western horizon.
And the night, it begins
I keep thinking
Of the way you looked
As you edged me on into
Your impure kisses.
How you treated me
As I haughtily protested
Your eyes
Looked blue as the ocean
Like I could delve into them
Be a beautiful mermaid
With an equally beautiful prince
The way your lips pouted
And your cute teasing voice
Makes me cringe with addiction floating on my brain
Making me want to sink
To my knees
And break down
In ugly sobs
And beg the air
For another chance
To delve deep
Into your calm caressing eyes
lala lala lalalala
this is how things start:
tongue brushing the palate
to create melodic nonsense.
like baby’s first word.
gibberish jibber-jabber hiding
intent, all flowing out.(
ksch, ksch…haaaaa, haaaaa)the appearance of chaos
is just that - an appearance.
beneath it…
You dismantle my words.
Rip them apart like last week’s paper.
My sentences become fragments
and they don’t make sense.
You stop me before I make my stance,
not with longing kisses or enamoring words,
just by saying, “okay.”I’m not asking for much actually,
just for your attention.
Ten minutes, that is all.
danger! the tumultous sea
is in the mood for bashing heads.
do you dare step onto the beach?
the tempest will sweep you away!
did you think this was safe?
go back where you came from;
a pretty girl like you has
no business around a moody, violent
sea— an indifferent ocean such as me.
I wonder how this all began.
Our simple, silly love.
Just what was going on above
The day I took your hand?The day I took your hand in mine
And led you to the shore
And danced the waves in triple-time
Like no one else before.Like no one else before we feel
A love so deep and true,
For you love…
There was a moment
when timefroze.
stopped.
and then continued with us,
leaving this glass
prison
an empty wasteland
of shattered hopes
and beautiful
dreams.And I hope that you won’t
leave me alone in this
darkness
with my thoughts for
too long.They have a way
oftearing. clawing….
My eyelids are heavy with burdens
And my mind clouded with with a shot of NyQuilAs demons win the war against my internal clock
i cannot decide if it is the drugs
coursing through my veinsOr if it is
Resignation.
there’s a beauty in sad people
and there’s a sadness in the beautiful—I’m trying to figure out why
a flower, slowly wilting away
is such a poignant image to me.I’m trying to rationalize
the symbolism of a rose
blanketed in crimson flames.every girl I have met
and have fallen in love with
You’re socially awkward now.
You never used to be like that.
That’s what happens when you
sit in a room and think too much.
I can’t believe she said flat out
she’d fuck you.
That’s what happens
though.
See, you can get
laid.
But it means
nothing to me.
I think you broke me.
Because I don’t care anymore. Pride isn’t a thing.
I’m going to go to the beach tomorrow and run into the ocean wearing a dress. I’m going to freeze to death and scream as loud as I can.
And maybe he’ll be there watching. Be there with me. And maybe he won’t.
But…
for years, i hid
death beneath my waistcoat
like the pocket watch it was.when i showed it to her,
she asked me not to lie.and i am tired of proving
the ends of my rivers to you,
i am tired of proving the
width of my veins and the
willingness of my skin to you.i am sorry that you do not
believe me, but there are
no lies here.for those, you must look
beneath your own eyelids.
The tide reaches for me,
her paradisical tendrils lapping at my feet
and tempting me with crashing whispers of
a freedom hidden within her pearly depths,
treasures glistening, illuminating the midnight
corners of her expansive, sprawling being;
she grazes my heated skin with a pleasant,
cooling touch, soothing the fever on my brow
and numbing the violent churning within my
troubled head and palpitating heart.
the bristles of your beard on my thigh
remind me of my loofa
that softens my skin
that you lick so urgently
it pleases you greatly
to taste that delicacy
and that pleases me
as you do
when I feel the scratch of
the bristles of your beard on my thigh
January 2013
1 post
i’ve got the best significant otha ever. I need to place in writing contests more often if this is my reward.
