Tuesday, May 27, 2008

an attempt at purging

I'll spit up this blood for your favour
I'll stop shooting up so I can meet you sober
I won't mention what keeps me here
by the time you say hello
I'll fall down 
& shake in your embrace

an end to ideals

We dipped our blood in circumstance
the ink smeared on your lips
and the arrangement wilted at my door
the garden didn't glitter during the seasons
because the air was dry
saluting each day fell into routine 
routine no longer mattered
sleep felt like a sickness
my eyes slowly learned to block out the light
and all i can remember is our uniform tears
our faces pressed together 
as you sucked my kiss--

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Insignificant Moments

your lips tasted of vodka and blood

but I allowed you to leave

I stood smoking in the rain

as I watched the taxi carry you into the city

the people walk by with stony faces

carrying black umbrellas

I sat on the curb by the pub

the piano wrapped itself into my numbing toes

and my thoughts danced softly in the rain

drawing on my cigarette

I thought up poetry

but I didn’t write anything down

Understanding the Understatement

Your skin is brimmed with pictures

I saw what was written on your palm

It read all the way down to your elbow

I could not find the author’s name

When I looked into your eyes

I watched as they rolled down that hillside

Shining once

Then disappearing with the sun

Beyond the clouds

Knowing what was going on

And feeling it

Are two different things

Just like me and you

Irrevocably I crossed your name off the list

Stuttering on the last sentence of the poem in class,

I ran out of the room as soon as it was finished.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Plucked Wings

I’m falling out again

Everyone is a part of the disease

Moths are feeding on my soul

I feel completely aware that I’m alive

And golden strings form my pupils

Nothing is beautiful

I looked through your body

You were hiding everything

You were wrong about me.

 

& You never had wings…

EL CAMBIO

You’d be this way

If you heard poison restrict you every hour

That’s when you’d adapt to the malcontented ones

And make your own way through the mist

Don’t look down upon us-the ones that don’t appear as brightly

 

I know:

We both breathe, but my lungs have more smoke than yours

If I’ve changed, you’ve changed too…

Look to the Sky for the Warning

The world feels white

So easy to contaminate with our breath

And my head holds up like cardboard

The threshold was beyond opening

I took a knife to it anyways

The innards resembled clouds

And I was the storm

Through your eyes

The light manifested itself

Mentioning a mindfield of irrationalities,

We spoke of the future with unparallel emotions

You told me, “This is dangerous”

But only the blood seeped in.

We adapted.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Placement

On my mind
On my head
On my lungs
Attached to the water


Sinking.

Demand & Disperse

You call my name out on the staircase
requesting an audience with my eyelids,
"join me in this frostbitten dance."

We all just want a smoke and a quick fix
turning to the ocean, 
eyeing for an escape
"wait for me."

Plunging together.
I left you a note attached to a nameless heart,
"don't tear this note apart."

Because my mouth filled with sand, 
I saw your eyes fill with 
lust.

Friday, May 9, 2008

We Grew Up To Be Gravediggers

I saw the rabbit in the whites of your eyes
your pupils move like pendulums,
but your heart just
drops.
I heard your voice, 
you were singing along
The light rises then it falls 
just like marbles being dropped.
Light up your own cigarette.
This is the city 
and the birds have none to spare.

We've got a box of Crayolas,
but we just draw the Earth ashen.

I couldn't be scared if I tried
because you told me with your tongue, 
"glass hearts mix better broken, 
so kill while you're young"

In the Rain

I'm going straight down this time
getting the page dirty in the process
I can't control it though
I saw your reflection in the knife
and felt your words on my shoulder
What you screamed at me
is not what you told her.

I'm Trying to Quit

your lips

are the strongest daggers



my thoughts

kill faster than words


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