Buzz

you make my eyes wide as expanded bubble gum

ears buzz like bumble bees in the spring

with thoughts of chasing you by the docks on Wickenden

where love from friend manifested

lip touch professed a confession of utmost desire

for your own apertures

the wonders of fingertips

and grips between breaths

between breasts

I owe my adoration

and so ill kiss you in the sunlit morning

with steam blowing from tea pots

to cool your familiar temperament

tickle your fancy with sideways smirks

and such

clutch onto

your anything

so as to not let go of

a love

of a century

Inside Out

I woke in the orange mist of Autumn
The gentle gaze of her eyes
Wrapped me in the sunrise of sweet citrus
It rose to wake the unknowns of the city
The confused
The undecided
Desiring velvet kisses
To blur selective reasoning
easing the pain
I wonder
Rub this nonsense out of my mind lovely
Time is thin
Gluten for mistakes
It will recover
Hold still
We will plan rendezvous by the grassroots
Wild flowers, Daisy's and daffodils all but roses

avoiding cliché

Cuz this is different
Give me a chance
Allow me, my love, to whisper my secrets into your harpsichord heart
Out of your veins
Forget them
Forget me not
Cuz past is not what I was
Yet what I've become
So love it
Adore it
treasure what filth churned precious

We will run the crowds in Barcelona

In the bed of curiosity

Ill part my hair sideways
Breathe heavy by night hour
Stare to the dim of lamplight
Draw out the skulls of my desire
Illustrated burden when dipping the memories in black ink
Burned onto white surface
Designing a new look

Observe
I've buttoned your eyes To my shirt pocket
Sewn your veins onto clean sleeves
Untied the strings to you harpsichord heart
And left them loose around my collar

Every chill ever felt turn warm
Bundled up in reminiscence
Smiling at our loose threads around my neck
Responsible for playing all the wrong tunes

Toe Space

Scarce time of abundant desire

makes me hot with thoughts of

escape maybe exploration.

I'm getting the fuck out of here!

An extreme left on your backside.

All the chances..

Ha!

You'll see

Believe the inscriptions on my fingertips

I'm not meant for you cruel solitude

I'm not meant for you.

Nor am I a schizophrenic

I'm just ..

not so photogenic

I'd rather

Take a step back and imagine

Fashionably of course,

while lip syncing to the soundtrack to my life.

So come on kid,
Give me all you got.

You fit in those shoes?

Cuz 19 years and comin'

I got plenty of toe space.

and I have not loved always

I continue to look back on the past few years of my life, and I'm not trying to be poetic, I really cant gather the words to give a proper description. I don't know if it matters to continuously go back to what was, regardless I cant seem to get past it. Its trivial, but its hard to know that so much time spent on people I loved, I sincerely loved

became dried skin scratched off their backs.

And they've washed me out

got stuck in the crevices like mildew

growing unnoticed

being stuck there is,

not for recognition,

but for understanding.

don't care about whats happened,

but the initial intent,

each take our course, thats expected.

expected more, because that is what you offered

loved and adored because you never bothered

got sick and decided too leave because you could only receive

this is so universal yet you are so minimal

maybe I switched eyes with a stranger the day we arrived from the west

maybe you were a hollow phantasm I could fill from the east

a shout I could silence with clasped hands

a wound I could seal with pursed lips

frustration to relieve with soft strokes

what did you do with my bits and pieces?

could you

layout the shards under the willow tree where we first made love

whisper the whereabouts to the wandering swallows

scribble a map in the soil of the azaleas

I'll walk and I'll look

I'll walk and I'll look

for you,

what you were,

the shards

I'll look.

If it weren't for the two teas,

Sonia Sanchez and

endless playlist

That bottle of Tylenol would have been

well down

my throat.

I'll keep my head phones on.

"alone

deranged by loitering

i hear the bricks pacing my window.

my pores know how to come.

what survives in me

i still suspect"

I had a tough weekend.

So?

. . .

Thats fine.

I'm sick of waiting,

I don't have the time or the energy

anymore

and I realize that I'm not gonna do the same thing

over again

this time its different

its all too familiar

I've learned

and if you haven't

noticed how much

I love you

and how much

this hurts

I can just shake my head and walk away from this

but I'll take everything else with me

Maybe I'll see you soon?

I hope so.

:'[

Lip-less

last week I kissed a lip-less woman
it was as ordinary as kissing a man,
or missing the sun in august
the rain in may..

it was the best feeling in the world.

why? well..
I left her speechless.

mecano

I love this song, mecano is an 80's band that I discovered just this week and they make me smile :]

underneath laurel leaves

stay out of it

I've almost got it figured in

I'll caress the bones of misery

as our mystery unfolds

we'll crawl into the dirt

turned over like earths-worms

we'll dig deep into the surface

together we could curve around

our hips

and

stick

slip

spiral

.

.

down

feel the damp comfort

of distance

from negligence

where you and I

can embrace

our own natural magnetism.

Purpose

I intend to entertain some thoughts and tweek others as I continuously explore the connection between creative writing and myself :]

This is more for myself and don't expect much feed back, but it would be surprising, and nice if i do receive :]

lets begin..