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In a violet dream with dusty snow
I swam through the architecture of a god
Pulling pieces of history down from their hooks
The liquid world was warm and lightheaded
I held onto a foreign parcel, treading with goblins and paint plodders
Floating on the waves, breathing in and singing out the motion
Arriving at your door
It was so hard to focus...
Those... things so far out of reach
I think I knew them
I think they were ours
Will you help me get them back? Is that possible?
I'm still not sure if I can face the truth
MontagnaI need my mountain back
Because that's where I sit
I sit and become the mountain
I need my eyes back
Because that's how I watch
I watch myself growing old
As granite's hold launches
Between crown and full moon
I discard five losses
In a single afternoon
Una più notte qui
Una nuova notte qui
Ci guardiamo svilupparci vecchi
Another Scrap, another 'poem'A resilient echo
A memory washed up
A past long tied to the world
There's a weight in these people
I haven't imagined
Or learned, or seen
Fear has caught up with me
And I want to name it
But that takes it all out of me
I still haven't discovered
Or dealt, or dreamed
Everyone has something
And hard as I try
I can't take in the bigger picture
I don't know where to put anything
As this poem fades into a rant
I realize I could write anything
And it wouldn't make a difference
In the world
But I never meant it to
We'll hang in there
A resilient echo at least
The Tilted Green PlaceOn that wet day
I went and sought refuge
In that tilted green place
Crowded with emptiness
That welcomed me perfectly
There I played
As children will
With a goddess checking up
Through the window on Christmas
The rain was rare and glittered with planted wishes
The Sara Mouse said it was all true
The red kettle whistled and called us out
As the deputy drew his gun
The doors were smashed in and the Sara was gone
And I was to blame
In that tilted green place
l Parallel lThe parallel unfolds your life
Sandpaper of thought
A message taken back
Briefly for the old
To tether the ceiling
Of the void
You work, obsessed
Eclipsed by your blindness
Exposed to the elements
Of your doubt
The parallel is nearing
The young now are cheering
These walls are floating apart
Our two paths cross
But we do not walk them
As the rough thought occurs
As the moon's vision blurs
We bring a match to the end
Watch for the parallel's bend
Take this message to your grave
The Moon and the TrainWhispered into a pay phone in a darkened alley :
The moon and the train
Dig out a hole envious of the mind
I can't follow forever
They'll realize I'm aboard
Evasion isn't for the fool
I can't pretend I'll belong
Anywhere but where
I found myself before birth
Sung in an apartment bathtub :
They grew up to the sound
Of the moment forgotten
With their parents yelling
Oh where are you heading
You can't become what you're worth
If you'll only earn your keep with
The moon and the train
They're soon to find you out again
But love, you reach in vain
Spoken like a true stranger :
Home is as real as money
Always leaving you empty
Where, oh where, are you heading?
Would you mind getting a clue
You can't keep trusting the moon
Enjoy the cozy, the lucky mundane
Could you please
Save us the shame
Shut up your youth, your art, your brain
Promise us you'll miss that train
Screamed as if it could save you :
Stay at home
Dream all you
Thus Spoke a Whisper
A whisper leans into me
I hold it until it can breathe again
'Please hold me when I'm unspoken
Until I inhale what I used to be'
What I used to be
This is not a journey, it says
This is an obstacle course
I've been through so much
Felt things I wasn't meant to touch
I will remember
Who I used to be
Halls haunt back, lock us into
What won't be
But it's not on me
I'll let that one go
You could follow
I'll show you how to not only survive
This is me
Standing here, ready to sing
Awaiting no reply
Soaking in the silence
Letting it fuel my thunder
A song leans into me
I smile until it hurts
Euphonious and bittersweet
Euphoria of the elite
Moving on to my own beat
This is where I become who I am
Not needing to be complete
The Throat Clears, We Go HomeYou wait on the curb
Hand me the money you owe
I tell you to keep it
In exchange for some new way to smile
"Just take me there for a while."
You fall to the sky and open the world
Only a guitar and a word barely heard
I have to pace myself
Keyed up to race myself
Your echo knows
More than the strings do
Your river flows
But you can't quiet them
I can't make them want to hear
But I do, I'm here
I feel, I accept, I move on
I balance, break and apologize
Without meaning to
But listening here, stuck to the now
I find I can't touch you
Find that really it's all in your hands
As those chills spread across me
Crying, a fool to beguile
You give me a new way to smile
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
.What do you want to be when you grow up?
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in modern art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
RelativityLooking in the mirror
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
Hope in my Lawyer's Paperclip JarMy lawyer's desk on a normal Wednesday afternoon
is flooded with sheafs of white legal pads and errant staples.
Today is Wednesday, but the clouds outside
his twelfth-story window are shaped like loss
and the lines around his eyes seem crater-like in the shadows
and nothing about the last three weeks of my life
has been normal, so I don't know why it surprises me
to find his desk cleared of debris.
I wait for him in a silence that ebbs and flows with my heartbeats,
the zipper on my knee highs tapping against my leg like rain.
When he returns, hands filled with coffee
and the paperwork for a restraining order
against the man he set me up with almost a month ago,
I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.
"There's only one paperclip left in the magnetic jar.
It's bent like a swan."
I can tell, from the awkward shuffling of his loafers,
that he's wondering if he should have brought the Kleenex, after all.
He knows women often cry at things such as these,
reminders of the men they've love
Dizzy Girl,you can't cure sorrow. The drops
on the windshield are swallowed
by this traffic's color and you
are just the driver.
Other people pass
with paint blearing,
though I do wish
there was an ending,
questions spark in halos
of low street lamps as you veer
toward the center,
recollections are ceaseless.
She will be at your left and the gust
through the tinted window
will be humid,
you taste her last spirit
in the smoke and
What Writers AreWriters are people from
both ends of the spectrum.
Those that know isolation
and the thoughts that follow.
Those that know enlightenment.
And those with nowhere else to go,
but deeper down the rabbit hole.
Writers are smiths of the word,
using imagination, experience,
and emotions to temper the
glass and steel we are given.
We fill the page with pieces
And writers are Gods.
Broken or whole or
barely scraping through.
We make you see our world.
We make you feel and care.
All with a bunch of lines,
which we have given life.
EaulachonThe world is a mess and I am inside it
The world is a song and I might join in
A cave and a glass may be full with warmth
I am the steam you watch rise
Ideals comb through young minds
Armed with passion, with promise
I want the wood and the metal in hand
I want to shape my crest
The ghost has survived and boarded again
Crafted a new set of eyes
My song may travel over the world
I'll be the voices that rise
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