Radical revision, straight to the limits, right to the end
Begins a thought discarded
A beat without measure
Wondering where pleasure
But finding only wait
One minute to my ending
I’m always forgetting the frame of the
Phrasing
Harmony without her or me
Rewrite the ending and start it anew
No hope in despair
But in desperation a lightning storm
Darkness reveals what the light is hiding
Infinite stars and possible futures
Day only masks its forgiveness
Night gives its all and we cry out
Anguish from its gifts
Day is so easy when nothing is simply
Kiss me and tell
Numbed by slinking
Not my style to hide
Rather make it all clear
But shadows are not unknown
They once were my home
I can play this game
And not lose myself
Their disloyalty is not relevant to my honor
But obligations are another matter
I work unimpaired but you’ll never see it
Herculean so difficult
Trivial
Long periods of dull punctuated by brief frenzy
And in the end its just a paycheck and the place where I see a Kat
Inclined to write lines and stay up past bedtime
It’s really too late
An hour of sleep ain’t enough
My eyes my flit in too tired fit
But sleep and me are just friends
We don’t see each other each day
But embrace when we meet again
Poems
Enduring silence
Want to be warm and asleep next to you
I need you to desire me
Me, not my body, me
I want you to know that when I touch you it’s to affirm to myself that you are real
And when my hands and mouth
Arch your back in ecstasy
It’s because I need your joy to be happy
I live inside my head sometimes so deep that I don’t know how to inhabit my body and it makes me hesitant. Would you welcome a hand trailing up your spine? I don’t know. People want relationships to be easy and I am never easy.
Just want to turn to you and hold you close
Be unselfconscious and lose ourselves in each other
Want to satisfy your every carnal desire
And still boop your nose and call you my girl and see you blush
And instead, I’m alone in my bed
Room chilly
Snuggled under a blanket
Wanting sleeping oblivion
For want of the taste of you
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Need to stop waking at midnight
You know what the worst part of beginning to fall in love is? Well, really two things. The first is how fragile it is. You are right on the edge of something and you can sense it coming and maybe you slow it down, hoping you can control it this time(I’ve never been able to). But you also know that at any moment before you begin the fall, it could all blow away like candy floss in a harsh wind.
The second is that, while you try to guard your heart to whatever extent you are able, you know you are at the mercy of another person. And you feel the echos of the past, reverberating forward. All those times it didn’t work out.
And you’re afraid.
People who haven’t been looking for a while don’t know what it is to find and love and lose, over and over again.
Or if you remember, it is through a haze. Or maybe you don’t overthink it.(I envy you that).
But, I’m afraid. Not of before or while. But of the potential for after. I’ll do whatever I can to not have an after. Though, usually, there is nothing to be done that I’m not already trying.
I try to spit in the face of my fears. To do what I fear. But this existential dread at 2AM. It’s hard to face.
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The only canvas I have
Only faint syllables flow silk across eardrums
Vibrating words of pleasure and pain
Tremulous touch
Uncertain
Yearning
Caress and imprint memories
Still voice raises
Speaking truths hands fear to impart
When only words can be said
They take the place of lips pressed lightly
And so are seen as inadequate
Hearing only definition and not the whisper
Of soon
You’ll have more than this
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Don’t know why
I take false breathes
Each one declaring itself to be perfect
treacherous heart beats loudly
Screaming to be set free
snap lightning synapse
Flashfire to eyes
Burning until
Buried in tears
Hopes drown in a sea of tomorrow
And I
In silence
Weep
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Dogs barking, can’t sleep without umbrella
Sitting awake meaning to sleep
But I just sit here eyes closed
Thinking about tomorrow
Anticipation insomnia
Trepidation too
But mostly I can’t sleep when I have things to say
Nonsense things
Pointless things
Cute things
Sexy things
Quiet things
Music things
Just things
It all pents up
Flowing out in this nervous energy
Keeps me awake
Keeps my mind churning
Over and over
Not exactly the best trait
To sometimes feel like you’re walking on spiky rocks
Needing to talk
And all that comes out is
“hey, 😁, good morning!”
Weirdo
Goofy Sir
Serious and happy
This is what I mean when I say
“I’m too much”
Too many things
Stupid things like
“I like you.” said too much
Words bubble out of my effervescent heart
Bypassing thought
It’s no wonder nothing lasts
Who could stand up to the onslaught of my feelings
And now we reach the heart of it
Fear
An anxiety attack that builds slowly
Reading, games, TV, kitties
Anything to not think
To not word vomit my heart out
Yet
That’s all that works
Other than being held
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Small trace of fingertips on leg
I look at your picked image
And think
Don’t want to bother you
Think
I have nothing to say but
How are you today?
Think
Not today
Hard limit
Most hard limits, easy
This one’s hard
But I don’t have anything to say
Not really
Can’t get you out of my mouth
The touch of skin
Imprinting into my mind
Memories etching themselves into nerve endings
But hard limits
Gotta follow them all
So I sit and write
And like a acid flashback
I’m right back there
Uncomfortable in my seat
Thankfully going numb
Your head on my shoulder
Arm around you
Fingers Tracing desire
Idle
Without any pattern but the moment
The feel of your skin
Feeling awkward
Wanting to turn your attention away
To your lips
To get good at this when glasses get in the way
Rushing because we want that instant
Intense
Memory
Leaves me dreaming
Waking
Looking at your picked image
Wanting to say hello
But hard limits
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Dusk falls and he wakes
Slip into the past
Drill bit eyes
Flint shaped soul
Softened by blood
Made whole by a sacrifice of self
Wake clean
Only to get dirty
But this dirty makes me free
No strings
No stress
Make things better by force of will
Touch me to wake me
Memories can’t forsake me
Remember you forever
A form of immortality
Until I lack mobility
But still I spin this story of me
Hoping for an us
And maybe an extended we
But that’s me
Always reaching for the stars
When I’ve yet to leave the earth
Last trip to anxiety
Brush lips, hands held so high
You see
Hope to live up to the hype
Or higher
I hope to deliver
For these few hours
You’re mine
Be explicit
I’m a granter of desire
But bolder in verse than in person
But shake the poet loose
I’ll trace poems across skin
Don’t believe in sin
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Train Whistle
So I have two simultaneous tracks of thoughts running right now and they go like this
Shouts, “Fuck!”
But with different inflections
On the one hand the job I thought I had is vanishing faster than sand in a windstorm. I might as well be standing on the tarmac as it goes flying by while the pilot Shouts, “No really, I have nothing to hide.” Which, as we all know is code for, I have things to hide. And the more it’s repeated, the more we know that the thing you’re hiding is deep and dark.
And on the other hand, I’m excited and anticipatory but apprehensive too. Because, I know it’ll go OK but I also know that I tend to go silent when I’m nervous and when there’s nothing to lose, I’m on top of the world but then I start thinking, and that churn begins. That overthinking and the litany of failure and all my friends saying that’s great but I don’t want you to get hurt and I smile and say I understand when I just want to say too late.
But
It’ll be fine right?
My life isn’t a pointless series of days where people I love leave me and I’m way too much for anyone, everyone else. My dad’s fine and it’s probably not cancer and even though he’s gotten more conservative than sane Republicans, I’m not ready to lose him.
Did I say 2 tracks?
I must have lost count.
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A hearts burst of flame, dark and light at war
The hell of my heart is that even when they walk away
Even if they crush my heart and sprinkle it bloody in the thorns of rosebushes
I still love them
Would still protect them
Even if they hate me
Believing whatever is in their hearts that makes it easy to stay away
My love is my destruction
As ever it was
Down the long skein
From beginning to end
Pelgris 