January 2010
84 posts
“The sweat of his efforts a rain
Tugging the world to fruit.
The bees found him...”
– stings,
sylvia plath
20 to .3
“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
– rest in peace j.d. salinger
The Rival
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of you are great light borrowers. Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected, And your first gift is making stone out of everything. I wake to a mausoleum; you are here, Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes, Spiteful as a woman, but not so...
untitled
I don’t want to sleep anymore
but I keep gnawing down
on butts all smoked clean.
more
will you still love me on the cold rocks
when I am burning after fires,
and uncomfortable with fight.
arch
the young lady finds a number
to stain her skin with years of mirrors.
the sunlight hits a spot,
to block out a moment of sight.
a blur becomes a light, a man becomes all white.
some unnotticed figures, big blocks of figures focus out,
are now unknown.
this light bends the sight,
fright bends the brights of eyes.
forget the factors leading to,
you.
a shot and a light block out the night...
poem for the artist as a young man
there are those unhappy beings,
those frail petals drooping,
those sad eyes tearing.
there are those faces, such disdain radiating between two.
everyone around them sees this disease.
the pedaling backwards and forwards, in and out of doorways.
there are storms where out comes a sun.
windows and pictures and glass above tiles lose fog.
beds come together and bridges are made.
forts to...
this is simple
this is a shadow
a cloud that is passing by
this cloud is mine, me.
spyhoprecords:
Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear
Every...
half burnt, half heart
When the crow screeches, he shoves and runs to smoke one more.
The affection is warm but the pen is harsh.
Pathetic daisy laying in dirt, drowning.
Pathetic pen pushing, just trying and failing.
He screams these unfair accusations, what to do.
When eyes are burning, and begin to bleed, do you fling forgetfulness.
He wants to speak it.
She begins to wake up, sun biting tears are...
Attention
To you,
I am sorry,
I was in a funk.
Figuring my shit out.
Hope you understand,
all you out there.
You know who you are.
I’m sorry.
Nothing was personal.
Please talk to me again.
with love,
Dead daisy
grizzlybeargalore:
copycats:
Plans by Band of...
thank you
I am far away
but often with a flicker
you watch me improve
“Well, then you can swallow it, and it’ll all dissolve, see… and the...”
– G. Bailey
It’s a Wonderful Life
I feel I look towards you so much dear
where is my mind
see I am on fire
a malfunctioning machine
those gears tear and cut
none here
she wakes me today
and I cry with no no means
my reason is far
darling
Please funk, scream at me
and blow music to my ear
make me live again
ebflo:
song of the day
when my day turns to night
The moon and sun bump and collide,
I’m here and I’m gone
with all but just one.
I stand in the middle
on the rim of a circle,
each time the hands turn
I sit and I wait.
The King of Carrot Flowers Pt. One
I sank into your soul.
neutral milk hotel
“Yes,
I am Death”
jack in the box, gone
Now I’m scared,
there is a part still missing.
I go on and on and on,
my piece is trapped under the bed.
I shoved it out of site,
to hide from other ones.
A special piece,
one favored,
kept away in sake of others.
My grave mistake travels to harsher steps,
the wind takes my piece,
now tossed out the window.
It was picked up by the breeze,
and I catch glimses,
I smell it and...
“I’m never gonna know you now
but I’m gonna love you anyhow.”
– elliott s.
elevation
I’ve found something new,
I’ve got a new muse.
It is all natural and great,
I have moved.
air
Ive worked myself
so hard and far,
and i feel good,
I feel great
-yet I know I’m killing myself
My 24 hours is now over
ebflo:
song of the day
sunnysilhouettes:
religion is escapism in its grandest form. escaping from the idea that we can cease to exist. we all think we are too damn important.
“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
– J.D. Salinger
Im sorry sir,
I can’t go see the crowd today.
Put on silk and smile and wave.
Its hard. I tremble when I see them.
My lips quiver, it simply won’t happen today.
I’m sorry, I mustn’t,
I’m just too tired.
Sincerely,
Matchbox
“Its here again, and now its louder. All I want, and all I can, is run away or...”
– Its morning and I’m awake
clouds they shed fears of annabel lee
and I flew, and you flew, and we flew with full gasps
draining the tub
while sent pains go running,
“we loved with a love that was greater than love”
yet these fights, they sent my pills dropping,
and noises sent my dreams to stopping
“the wind came out of the cloud by night”
we saw this poor wisp and
saw bruised eyes that have bled,
lose every shed.
twinkles...