**please note, the use of dots is meant to just be empty space but this stupid website won't allow me to do my fancy thought seperating spacing...
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if i can accept
colours
and pretty/ugly...................pretty ugly
shapes
.....................THIS IS IT
i can be free.
[to die.
.to live?
.in an undetermined order]
i wouldn't
i couldn't
make a decision
of what to wear to the funeral
{said in a muted low voice that is not my own}
red is the new black
black is everywhere
im not sure
i have the right shoes
to get around in
i get around alright.
i could break the circle
if i made The Choice
only i wouldn't.
......i couldn't.
i could live a Life
of embrace
desire/
no concequence
leave a trail of myself
they leave me battered too
this battle
each blow i bring apon myself.
alliteration is one of Lifes small pleasures.
BIG WORDS! said Gus the Firefly. "Say, I LIKE this game! I want to do it again. This word trick is fun. Come on. Make MORE words."
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
i have allowed
my toast to go cold.
it is now
bread with melted
peanut butter
at an earlier time
than mine.
he's perched
on his breakfast log,
minds have been swirling
for an hour
or more.
it must get congested
up there
or it's all in order
as straight lines
or circular roads,
a capital idea. [get it. haha]
i'd like to keep this
image/
always.
my toast to go cold.
it is now
bread with melted
peanut butter
at an earlier time
than mine.
he's perched
on his breakfast log,
minds have been swirling
for an hour
or more.
it must get congested
up there
or it's all in order
as straight lines
or circular roads,
a capital idea. [get it. haha]
i'd like to keep this
image/
always.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
quote of the day-
i want the world to stop. i want the world to be sad.
and i do. how can all these people i have never/will never met keep moving keep smiling, how can they laugh so loud [nothing is that funny] how can they not cry for this loss. fuck you sun for making pretty patterns in the clouds that look like a painting of gods and cherubs. i prayed to this God character ive heard of on the off chance i did believe, i prayed. but it is the world, it is the universe, this horrible mess of BALANCE that brings good and poorly placed bad to us all.
thank you stevie smith for reminding me we are all waiting to die- or maybe that's what ive just read in to this EVERYTHING.
i am a cliche on my knees in the rain wrenching out my hair screaming WHY NOT ME.
i want the world to stop. i want the world to be sad.
and i do. how can all these people i have never/will never met keep moving keep smiling, how can they laugh so loud [nothing is that funny] how can they not cry for this loss. fuck you sun for making pretty patterns in the clouds that look like a painting of gods and cherubs. i prayed to this God character ive heard of on the off chance i did believe, i prayed. but it is the world, it is the universe, this horrible mess of BALANCE that brings good and poorly placed bad to us all.
thank you stevie smith for reminding me we are all waiting to die- or maybe that's what ive just read in to this EVERYTHING.
i am a cliche on my knees in the rain wrenching out my hair screaming WHY NOT ME.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
i am hanging on to every word even if it seems i'm not. it is a struggle, i confess, not to withdraw and find myself enthralled by the walls crawling around me or focus on the pattern in nothing on the ground. there it is blurry and safe and near sleep. i feel myself slip away a little and i remind myself to stay for something very worth while and more wonderful than that strange monster shape i can draw out of the walls.
in matthew life is sweet and colourful and feels like the life i should have been living.
in matthew life is sweet and colourful and feels like the life i should have been living.
more old poems...circa 2007
You said darling take care
this hood and cape won't protect you long
but you look quite tall in red.
You offered fresh cut flowers
I, drawn to the skeleton trees
growing in the lake.
Off the track
I'd see wolves
in soft wool
unravelling
with a glaring bite
and eyes of night
that catch me
long past bed time,
muddying my riding hood.
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I remember. I wanted this
Matchstick
Around. Beautiful
cracking bones and
blister touch,
the fanatically restrained
hardly breathing
mostly beating
on their own.
Fire dance in circle
praise at off hours
Sits them silent
and wordy
heads round-a-bout
unrested
above their frame.
Toy wooden ballerinas
pointed to turn,
poised to flame.
this hood and cape won't protect you long
but you look quite tall in red.
You offered fresh cut flowers
I, drawn to the skeleton trees
growing in the lake.
Off the track
I'd see wolves
in soft wool
unravelling
with a glaring bite
and eyes of night
that catch me
long past bed time,
muddying my riding hood.
------------------------------
I remember. I wanted this
Matchstick
Around. Beautiful
cracking bones and
blister touch,
the fanatically restrained
hardly breathing
mostly beating
on their own.
Fire dance in circle
praise at off hours
Sits them silent
and wordy
heads round-a-bout
unrested
above their frame.
Toy wooden ballerinas
pointed to turn,
poised to flame.
in response to andrews musings...
one all i'd reckon
a tie around our veins
desperate for anything
collapsible
or two to me
and your grazed heart.
i hardened some
the times i was passed
to the weekend
a whisper
a habit of yours
to recover from
and much too less
to end with.
you love me best with another by my side.
one all i'd reckon
a tie around our veins
desperate for anything
collapsible
or two to me
and your grazed heart.
i hardened some
the times i was passed
to the weekend
a whisper
a habit of yours
to recover from
and much too less
to end with.
you love me best with another by my side.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
on waking up haha
Morning meets me
with grizzly undertones,
grey around
my lashes.
A glue I would will
to seal
tightly closed.
Alas, I must go to work.
with grizzly undertones,
grey around
my lashes.
A glue I would will
to seal
tightly closed.
Alas, I must go to work.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
blast from past collages/poems
while cleaning up my computer i found some fairly disturbing things i put in there...these two crack rants were collages of words and words put together over many hours and when i finished making the collages i realised they were poems and for one of them i'd been sitting there for 6hours cutting up bits of paper.
they dont make any sense but im fairly certain i chose the words for a reason...who knows...disturbing..
this one is just before andrew came home....
The past
Just killed dick
post love
they can’t even look at
something from them as a word
his temper
beaten up
bands with a
kick
until a trip
gone serious
turns
decisions electric
from all
mistakes
that has ever been
Don’t run off
I’ve done pretty good
Don’t worry
Junkie beats getting way to drunk.
Independent,
Hid on purpose.
Way out.
Life becomes
This movement
Looks like it’s been pretty intense
Take a closer look.
You can say battered and bloodied
Lie ever made
Was I delusional
Cute and addictive
At the same time
Absolutely everything.
One stop high
If you walk
Around the world
Chicks
learn you will fit
In.
He’s still traumatized
Even deadly
Giving up before they planned.
This shouldn’t be happening
The very first time
Open about everything
She lives in some horrific violent
Can’t be named
Help with violent
After a failed runaway
Helps run faster
Really is fucked
Someone’s being violent
Overpower
Bathmat
Altered that much?
Girls who commit
Big liars
Aren’t so bad
Making so many mistakes
Was even harder
Trashed
More disturbing
I had some friends
Negative influences
Sleaze
No thanks
Was letting abuse
Was wearing tease
Video star
Gets a bit boring
Reason is unacceptable
Because we realised that they had
A fucking massacre.
Time to meet people we met
Collect faces
Best if I moved to live
SAVE YOURSELF.
===
this was made as the cover of a note book
He
As well as
Smoke
For her part
Says what she
Likes
So it’s a must
Even with
Your best
Twist to
Trench.
Collection really
And as a part of
Life
Evolved
Current icon
Different with
Pleasures of…
Friends have
The most accurate picture of
Strange.
Peace.
He’s introducing
Youthfully cool
Better still
It really crosses lifestyle in these
Window pane checked works
Torsoed
Is the perfect person
To cover both.
It’s the sweet
Showing,
Can hardly wait for
Inspiration
To pretty in.
Precious I was
A tub of fresh.
Some new changes to look out for
‘men are from mars women are from venus’Fur.
It feels real
Is original
Did you just slip into
Ritual?
The fanatically restrained
Move forward
Hard
Every day or night
Classic mostly beat
Versatile and adaptable
Anything you want
I remember
I wanted this
Matchstick
Around beautiful.
(front page)
him back base
say yes.
Trenches trimmed
With beaver.
The runway collection.
Fagotting sticking machine
Dress with wing fur
Present
Too divine
Their unique
Gossip
He says smiling
Jolly good
Life’s little indulgences
Action packed days behind
To counterpoint the season’s lines
Step into the night
Hook and fear
Watch from
Terms
Touching imaginaries
Age of innocence
Aims to ride on this
Vision the perfect
After everything
Fine
Innocence
Fire
Wowing the crow
All fancy
Everything goes attitude
With a lace shell
If I don’t like
Built up confidence
To embracing
Lessness
Fastest.
Following master
Permitted to remain
A bright choice
To kill.
Move forward
To become a true
Accident
Cultural phenomenon
A corner of hoy.
Im charming and someone you
Want to be around
Nothing but this
Less of fame
A face to remember
Leather suspender
Hirt dress is
Everybody
He declares
Bias cut
Shot
Puts 100 percent in to
Being balanced.
Categorisation details, please see
Nothing he says.
they dont make any sense but im fairly certain i chose the words for a reason...who knows...disturbing..
this one is just before andrew came home....
The past
Just killed dick
post love
they can’t even look at
something from them as a word
his temper
beaten up
bands with a
kick
until a trip
gone serious
turns
decisions electric
from all
mistakes
that has ever been
Don’t run off
I’ve done pretty good
Don’t worry
Junkie beats getting way to drunk.
Independent,
Hid on purpose.
Way out.
Life becomes
This movement
Looks like it’s been pretty intense
Take a closer look.
You can say battered and bloodied
Lie ever made
Was I delusional
Cute and addictive
At the same time
Absolutely everything.
One stop high
If you walk
Around the world
Chicks
learn you will fit
In.
He’s still traumatized
Even deadly
Giving up before they planned.
This shouldn’t be happening
The very first time
Open about everything
She lives in some horrific violent
Can’t be named
Help with violent
After a failed runaway
Helps run faster
Really is fucked
Someone’s being violent
Overpower
Bathmat
Altered that much?
Girls who commit
Big liars
Aren’t so bad
Making so many mistakes
Was even harder
Trashed
More disturbing
I had some friends
Negative influences
Sleaze
No thanks
Was letting abuse
Was wearing tease
Video star
Gets a bit boring
Reason is unacceptable
Because we realised that they had
A fucking massacre.
Time to meet people we met
Collect faces
Best if I moved to live
SAVE YOURSELF.
===
this was made as the cover of a note book
He
As well as
Smoke
For her part
Says what she
Likes
So it’s a must
Even with
Your best
Twist to
Trench.
Collection really
And as a part of
Life
Evolved
Current icon
Different with
Pleasures of…
Friends have
The most accurate picture of
Strange.
Peace.
He’s introducing
Youthfully cool
Better still
It really crosses lifestyle in these
Window pane checked works
Torsoed
Is the perfect person
To cover both.
It’s the sweet
Showing,
Can hardly wait for
Inspiration
To pretty in.
Precious I was
A tub of fresh.
Some new changes to look out for
‘men are from mars women are from venus’Fur.
It feels real
Is original
Did you just slip into
Ritual?
The fanatically restrained
Move forward
Hard
Every day or night
Classic mostly beat
Versatile and adaptable
Anything you want
I remember
I wanted this
Matchstick
Around beautiful.
(front page)
him back base
say yes.
Trenches trimmed
With beaver.
The runway collection.
Fagotting sticking machine
Dress with wing fur
Present
Too divine
Their unique
Gossip
He says smiling
Jolly good
Life’s little indulgences
Action packed days behind
To counterpoint the season’s lines
Step into the night
Hook and fear
Watch from
Terms
Touching imaginaries
Age of innocence
Aims to ride on this
Vision the perfect
After everything
Fine
Innocence
Fire
Wowing the crow
All fancy
Everything goes attitude
With a lace shell
If I don’t like
Built up confidence
To embracing
Lessness
Fastest.
Following master
Permitted to remain
A bright choice
To kill.
Move forward
To become a true
Accident
Cultural phenomenon
A corner of hoy.
Im charming and someone you
Want to be around
Nothing but this
Less of fame
A face to remember
Leather suspender
Hirt dress is
Everybody
He declares
Bias cut
Shot
Puts 100 percent in to
Being balanced.
Categorisation details, please see
Nothing he says.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
you have tried
a wordy game
that leaves me
sinking, vomit on my lips
you are fighting
in a way i understand
in a way
i can not release to you.
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this poem just ruined me like writing hasn't for a long time...
Never Again
Never again will I weep
And wring my hands
And beat my head against the wall
Because
Me nolentem fata trahunt
But
When I have had enough
I will arise
And go unto my Father
And I will say to Him:
Father, I have had enough.
Stevie Smith
a wordy game
that leaves me
sinking, vomit on my lips
you are fighting
in a way i understand
in a way
i can not release to you.
---------------------------------
this poem just ruined me like writing hasn't for a long time...
Never Again
Never again will I weep
And wring my hands
And beat my head against the wall
Because
Me nolentem fata trahunt
But
When I have had enough
I will arise
And go unto my Father
And I will say to Him:
Father, I have had enough.
Stevie Smith
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
something very strange is happening that makes me dizzy and skip rather than walk and when i am still i take very long breaths as if to savour every beautiful part of being alive. i am happy i am happy/i am very fast and loud and if this all drops soon i think i will destroy myself perfectly but right now/i am happy.
he is unlike anyone i could have dreamed for myself.
he is unlike anyone i could have dreamed for myself.
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