Wednesday, May 28, 2008

no such luck

how does it
falter
how do i
fall
i fail
after all,
this tale
less fairy than i
clamor to admit
so
exactly
it

i barely want to scream
this rip
this seam
come apart all you want
my edge
frayed
taunt
this is ALL just not
what i want
to be sought
tell me why
do
i
beat my head against a lie
that i clamor to construct

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

linger, where..

i've
inhaled the incandescent scent
tasted the silver kiss
lingered
and
ran my fingers
through
twenty nine
seasons
of summer nights

(on tricycles and bicycles
climbed trees and hills and breezes

traced a world in clouds
made giggles out of sunshine

softly tickled by grass
arms wide open to the sky

discovered dusk in my hair
found twilight
somewhere
over there

golden lips,
the moon a candy in
some warm wind

water breathless
on my skin)


so

why

does every hint
of every time
i go
outside
(every time
i sense
the air or
smell the
sun
or find no word to describe the
exact color of
the sky
or breathe
firelight
in)

out of all twenty nine season's worth
of things to remember

why

am i
only
reminded
of
one
summer

just
one..

(yet:
in this light
my feet stumble over night

and i
find it hard to
read
the word 'linger'

when my fingers
so
slowly
gently
run
through
something
so
unraveled in my
enrapture
i,
so sweetly
captured,
i
admit)


and
i
don't
get
it

to make the moment, feel breathless?

to forsake the made moment
for the reason i linger, in feeling breathless..?

who feels what
in the last sense of anything
why are you
the last thing
in my sense of absolutely nothing
*suddenly moonlit*
while i feel something
else..

why is this
so much more than nothing
what is
anything

who
are you/are they/am i

sigh

Saturday, May 24, 2008

wandered into wonder

under cover
some kinda lover
lingers on the tip of
my tongue
as a word that is spelled with
notes and the scent of
flowers
under me
something cowers,
a glowing omniscience
tries not to speak
but tires of
being
weak


the last time i tasted that
it made sense
if i spat
but now i savor
it
and wonder,
why

then
there is the issue of the
flavor
of my wonder
wonder of my flavor
deliciously
dangled
peripherally
dancing
make no sense of the sense of my making
painstaking,
i wander in the view of partaking
and frolic carelessly until i care
i can't tell
if you stare


is it candy i want?
and why

i read:
do not enter,
caution
and i stand peering in with
hungry eyes

some kinda lover.

little miss omniscient
stomps out screaming

some kind..

the taste is possibly nothing or something,
but i'll tell you one thing
sometime

Monday, May 19, 2008

one last hit

my light
gets a little bright
with every
sudden
hint

i taste it
waste no
subtle breath
on any
fire
unlit

behind me
there
still feel
the stare
of eyes
whose burn
has
quit

i trace
the tip
of me where i
just can't
seem to
forget

in circles i
so boldly go,
a world..?
can't measure it


there's empty space
it's in
my hand
and i can't
make this
fit


i've walked
away
for real
i stay
here, i
will lay
a bit

it's mine
this sigh
'cause my laugh won't try
to find
that one
last
hit

the whole of this
has found
no kiss
more sad
than i'll
admit

Monday, May 12, 2008

im bored..

i mindlessly indulge
you
whether or not it's see-through
clearer than clouds,
everything in the sky
(this is a song you have not heard)

i can look at either side
top or bottom
different view

it LOOKS like i could
stand on them
bounce lightly off them,
run freely
feel softness on my bare feet
nevertheless,
not free fall through miles of blue
and
crash.

and looking up,
it's far far far away
cotton candy, purer though
something you see glow
but can find gray
so
quickly
something of appearances
deceiving,

i don't
trust
it
i don't
at
all

a girl says:

whatever she feels like

a girl says
don't waste time faking rain
i'll taste the difference

don't you have better things to do..

i'm easily distracted
and about to tire
of this view

Thursday, May 08, 2008

somebody

deliciously suspicious
(at the back of my mind)
and if i'm
inclined
you'll find, entwined
in the rapture
and the maze
my twinkly
eyed
gaze

(this might be a phase,
insufferably glazed
by the heart
of discontent
cause it's not
what
i
meant,
to
ANY
extent)

such unplanned things
sometimes,
grow wings,
but
this girl sings
and she
can't
forget
this

in the
wake
of some 'bliss'
that another girl
missed

oh no,
i insist
i'll trip over it
kick it around a bit
savor it
and then,
admit
whatever it is
i make
of
it

Saturday, May 03, 2008

the right thing

do i only
want things
when i
'can't
have
them?'
...

or is
that just
coincidence

oh,
and define
'want'
for me
someone please..
even me
is it wild or definite??


i ponder
the motive
and realize
that i HAVE wanted what was
attainable
before..
in the past..

so..

am i
barking up the wrong tree..
simply to justify my bloom?

what happens
if i
pick
the flowers