Stealing Summer's Breath

All in good time,the leaves will fallthe sun will riseand all will come aliveagain But lately I...

Sun, 19 May 2013 13:52:16 -0400

All in good time,
the leaves will fall
the sun will rise
and all will come alive
again

But lately I haven’t
measured my time
as good or bad
but simply as well spent

So when will the holes in
my wallet replenish?

When I am frugal with life
and less concerned with
how I live it
but rather when?

May 13th, 2013

Mon, 13 May 2013 02:57:00 -0400

I pulled back the covers
and saw you had gone,
not out the door
nor through the window
not down the hall

I thought to myself
could it be another
dream? I look beside
the bed and see
nothing but black
oceans and smirking
fishes swimming in
fuzzy eyes

Floorboards pressed
like tongues to teeth
dust perched atop,
carpet stained tossed
and tousled, the hair
on my chest, I forgot

I’m growing older,
growing older I should
know by now,
crawling to bed next to
what’s dead won’t
make them stop,

I fluffed my pillow
plucked a feather and
scribbled your name,
down my wrist down the chin
each letter dripped,
I had hoped and prayed
that you might just return

But I realize now you were
never mine to mold,
I could not pressure
could not measure
held no bearing in your heart

I mattered when it mattered
to have a friend,

But now I see you for what
you are, the darkest day
of sleepless nights
I dare not recall,

A memory of time forgotten,
chased through dreams
to a dying garden,
cornered by a headstone
and the header,
a signed and stamped
resignation letter,
that I have lost my grip and
any meaning to your movement

You are now what I never believed
a person could be,
gone but here to stay,
changed but in the same way,
nothing like I knew a hollow
and vaporous whisper

of what you could have beem.

Uncertainly

Mon, 13 May 2013 02:30:00 -0400

I am a man of utter uncertainty
who utters uncertain things
uncertainly;
with the privilege of an acutely
tuned vocabulary that enhances
my ability to say absolutely
nothing
in a few or more volumes.

I tremor before I whisper,
I break before I bellow,
but no matter the volume
and despite the rhyme
I find myself characterizing time
spent breathing in the words
to be breathed out as
“positive living”

For I as finely honed
and adroitly trained
at forgetting my purpose,

still parrot the sounds my
mother made from behind
the belly.

Uncertainly, I mumble the
gentle thump of kicks and
punches, the delicate purge
of morning sickness, and
the coo of a bubbling stomach;

I promise that this has meant nothing,
as a reflection of what I think
and a carbon copy of what was felt
when writing this
waste of a memory

I considered passing this thought over,
I contemplated setting the pen down.
I even thought I might do you a favor
and keep my mind silent

But I didn’t, for I forget
how uncertainty certainly dismantles
the will of a man who
thought he could have been good
at what he does

Maybe.

May 11th, 2013

Sat, 11 May 2013 00:51:06 -0400

I watch you wash away
through sand and sorrow and clay
down to the depths of pity
I watch you lay;

nothing, I do nothing
but watch as you fade
into poured whiskey
and crisp ash

Those with the strongest sense of morality come down hardest on themselves. Though certainly strong...

Wed, 01 May 2013 21:01:58 -0400

Those with the strongest sense of morality come down hardest on themselves. Though certainly strong judges of character, they lack the faith in themselves to pursue what they so ardently claim to be right.

Balance is key when finding your peace. Do not pull your skin so tightly you cannot move, but do not wear it so loose you spill out.

Peace be quickwhen you find me,I cannot not finda moment excitingwhen my mind is quiet

Wed, 01 May 2013 02:42:57 -0400

Peace be quick
when you find me,
I cannot not find
a moment exciting
when my mind is quiet

May 1st, 2013

Wed, 01 May 2013 02:38:34 -0400

I ran to meet you
under a tree hanging
peaches by their tongues

The sun stuck like
candy to a white
blank page;
you were sweet
but cavities keep
kisses from me

Hairs translucent danced
above your lip,
swimming through
the saliva pooled

The light poked through
the scattering of leaves

I ran to meet you
under a tree bearing
the pits of dreams

hanging by their tongues
to dry until the sweet
suckle and flavor flood
drained

Charmed to be derided,
pleased to see my skin
chafe and peel; from a
tongue I hang though
not from a tree like the
peach under which we meet,

but under your eyes the
dimple in your cheeks;
you smile for me but
do not admit,

how slowly the sweetness
carves out your teeth

April 28th, 2013

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 01:28:00 -0400

Arise from your slumber,

But do not open your eyes
hang the mind heavy to dry
and gaze into the absence;

Observe the quiet befallen,
the flowers hush shut
grass laying flat in submission
clouds scattered and scurrying
but not a single ray kissing
the ground

Feel the air sullen wrap its
tendrils ‘round your neck,
a viscous slime that drips from
chin to collarbone,
the grimly stiff wind that
coos a nightmare past your
ear, a whimpering mist

Hear the cries of dawn
crushed beneath the steady
hoof of darkness, the
scamper of feet sprinting
until the horizon ends,
an aging earth’s joints cracking
along the axis

Arise, demon forgotten,
witness your upheaval

Though innocent you lay
in linen, in dreams
the devil you shall be.

Your world and all you love
Aflame, your heart
And all you feel betrayed,

You are the damnation of your
Own doing, you are the
manifestation of your mistakes,

You are what heaven
forgot to mention.

April 24th, 2013

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 01:31:24 -0400

I lust,
yet do not take.

I hunger,
yet do not eat.

I tire,
yet do not sleep.

I yearn,
yet do not weep,

for I temper my stomach
and I stitch shut my eyes

I struggle for discipline,
but find no relief,

for love has carried me off
from controlled creativity
to unhindered release
of all things petty and
pithy within me

I can’t helpbut wonder how many people havelooked at meand said tothemselves: is that it?

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 16:10:59 -0400

I can’t help
but wonder how
many people have
looked at me
and said to
themselves:

is that it?

April 18th, 2013

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 01:20:00 -0400

As train cars tick away
the seconds wasted with you,
I recount the days spent beneath
auburn sunsets with heads
buried in spruce pines and
teeming meadows

Summers rose from ash,
a bountiful sprout
stretching a shadow slowly
as the bulb unfolds.

Frozen was the ground beneath,
to sleep we fell, trapped
in snowy amber

Yet woke aflame
the ash of summer’s rose

A sixty ton bullet
scrapes the frost from my brow;
screaming your name past
the platform. I turn as if
to search for a reply,
I gather a gust
of confidence deep in
my bowels, but
fall silent before the
leer of aching wheels.

I dream as though
the mounted reel will
roll the scene in which
your hands press pleadingly
to dusted glass
your mouth agape
your tongue restrained
a wistful cry to reconcile;

But you hardly raise a hand,
and dare not wrinkle a cheek,

for I the seedling of indignity
will replant and sprout to die;

but you will freeze and fire
the kindling to my malaise

Summers rose from ash,
a bountiful sprout
stretching a shadow slowly
as the bulb unfolds.

Do you usually keep up with the people you have followed?

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 21:42:52 -0400

Not as often as I used to. I don’t have the time to stay on here as long as I used to. It’s hard for me to even post something I write on here, considering what little time I have to even read personal pieces. Come the summer I might reengage myself. Maybe.

I find you some what interesting, and a bit attractive. And yes I know, it's anonymous, but I couldn't help myself.

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 23:59:50 -0400

I’m glad you were compelled to compliment my mediocrity. Thank you.

This culture is sickening.

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 19:14:08 -0400

I don’t normally speak my mind (here), but I cannot hold this back any longer.

Bad fucking things happen in this world, wherever you are. You don’t need to put people down for mourning the tragedy in Boston because they’ve ignored Syria or US drone strikes for the day.

You don’t need to obsess over the tragedy in Boston and put down those who are focused elsewhere, either.

It’s all bad, it’s all a tragedy, you don’t need to point out ignorance during a time of mourning.

Public apology to the armchair politicians who see this.

/endrant

April 14h, 2013

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 03:18:36 -0400

I can’t hardly think
of a more honest way
to show that I love you
than to carry you with me
wherever you are not;

I hear you sing in silence
I hold you tight when lonely:
Though too far from me
you may reside, inside
my head you always are

forever the worth to my words
and the strength in my voice.

April 9th 2013

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 02:28:12 -0400

The dissonance of
heartbeats blending beneath breaths;
eyes open to love

April 8th, 2013

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 03:50:37 -0400

I do not fret
for what I can
not expect,

But I often wonder,
when the road ends

April 4th, 2013

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 02:22:00 -0400

I, inflamed
the red pimple
mountain, hollow
as teenage dreams

mount myself on
the mantle
of grease and droop
my snowcapped peak
down towards
a cratered nose.

I, enraged
the yellow tooth
stained, cross hatched
by youth’s decay

turn fitfully in
the mandible
shedding my enamel
to face the cold
head on, ignoring
the rot within

I, corrosive
the vomit curdling
in the bowels of
a nightmare

churn and stir about
the pot
belly of a boy wearing
chin hairs like a suit
hazy eyes like a tie
letting curses fly beside
himself the irate gnat

I, complacent,

I, deranged,

I seething with
rancor and rage,
stitch such angst
common to my age
to patch the gaps
in skin I’ve pulled back
fretfully regretting

that I’ve grown past

the excuses of a pimple mountain’d
crooked smile’d pot belly’d
child.

March 29th, 2013

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 05:04:53 -0400

Though lives to lead
and roads to tread
pass me by with
neither a smile
nor a care,

I prefer to watch
all the colors blend
and streak across
my window,

than to stop and see
a few butting heads

self serving/self deprecating picture of me longboarding ugh...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 13:56:24 -0400

*self serving/self deprecating picture of me longboarding*

ugh I’m such a hipster!!!!!!