I want my blood back
I've been feeling like a heart attack
got these grey eyes lined with black
hearing nothing but the buzz of feedback
crashing better than a Cadillac
I want my blood back
Get me off these shifting sands
shattered moments clutched in sweaty hands
words and shadows filling up wastelands
catch the memory and the wound expands
I want my blood back
Lightning beats and paper veins
somehow traveling through these hurricanes
that wind howls, it bites, it strains,
sleep it off but the pain remains
I want my blood back
I want my tears back
I want this year back
I want my time back
to take these rhymes back
I want
my heart beat
my sleep schedule
new sheets
my potential
steady hands
a hopeful heart
louder bands
a fresh start
I want my blood back
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Thursday, June 1, 2017
"All You Do Is Burn" - 06/01/17
I
Every time I get a tooth ache or a piercing infected or wake up with a random bruise
I find myself poking, prodding, playing with the source, as if i can make the pain ooze
out on command, feel it all when it's convenient and leave it when it's not, use
up all the sensation when it's under my control so I never have to worry I'll lose
that little bit of confinement that keeps every flare from sparkling the nearest fuse.
II
You're playing with fire like Portia:
pretending that coals don't hurt ya,
that holding this rage won't burn ya,
that there's no stopping your inertia.
After everything you overcame,
scorched and charred and torn and maimed,
still blazing forth, still in the game,
they'll remember this when they speak your name:
Prometheus couldn't hold your flame.
III
How many rhymes
and how many lines
and how many songs
played how many times
do you think it will take
to erase
the sores on your mind
and stifle the flame lit
by your pain
enough to recage it,
enough to contain it?
For how many days
and in how many ways
and with how many
ambiguous things you say
do you think you can
hold off the decay
of your delicate,
flammable veins?
Is your blood red
from oxygen
or the magma held
just below your skin?
IV
"All you do is burn."
"All you do is burn."
"All you do is burn."
"All you do is burn."
"All you do is burn."
"All you do is burn."
Every time I get a tooth ache or a piercing infected or wake up with a random bruise
I find myself poking, prodding, playing with the source, as if i can make the pain ooze
out on command, feel it all when it's convenient and leave it when it's not, use
up all the sensation when it's under my control so I never have to worry I'll lose
that little bit of confinement that keeps every flare from sparkling the nearest fuse.
II
You're playing with fire like Portia:
pretending that coals don't hurt ya,
that holding this rage won't burn ya,
that there's no stopping your inertia.
After everything you overcame,
scorched and charred and torn and maimed,
still blazing forth, still in the game,
they'll remember this when they speak your name:
Prometheus couldn't hold your flame.
III
How many rhymes
and how many lines
and how many songs
played how many times
do you think it will take
to erase
the sores on your mind
and stifle the flame lit
by your pain
enough to recage it,
enough to contain it?
For how many days
and in how many ways
and with how many
ambiguous things you say
do you think you can
hold off the decay
of your delicate,
flammable veins?
Is your blood red
from oxygen
or the magma held
just below your skin?
IV
"All you do is burn."
"All you do is burn."
"All you do is burn."
"All you do is burn."
"All you do is burn."
"All you do is burn."
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Nuclear Fusion Reactor - 02/15/17
Tell me how you lit a spark
in this sea of gluons and quarks
and sent these protons scattering
at relativistic energies,
colliding into something
new.
Hydrogen to deuterium,
iron down to helium,
each radiated positron, neutrino, or neutron
that keep the reaction going on
can't compare, no, they've got nothing on
you.
Tell me how you lit a spark
in this cold brown dwarf star of a heart,
reignited this reaction,
filled my life with passion, and
changed my course like diffraction
of light.
You are color-confinement, simply captivating;
radiant, like electrons decelerating;
your smile seems to keep time dilating
my nights.
I'm warm, I'm soft, I'm bright,
and I think I might just be alright,
each time you call me "Starlight."
in this sea of gluons and quarks
and sent these protons scattering
at relativistic energies,
colliding into something
new.
Hydrogen to deuterium,
iron down to helium,
each radiated positron, neutrino, or neutron
that keep the reaction going on
can't compare, no, they've got nothing on
you.
Tell me how you lit a spark
in this cold brown dwarf star of a heart,
reignited this reaction,
filled my life with passion, and
changed my course like diffraction
of light.
You are color-confinement, simply captivating;
radiant, like electrons decelerating;
your smile seems to keep time dilating
my nights.
I'm warm, I'm soft, I'm bright,
and I think I might just be alright,
each time you call me "Starlight."
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
The Universe Says Goodnight - 01/11/17
These bitter bites
don't belong buried
among the bright blossoms
that bloom here now.
Be free,
coarse tension,
clenched jaw,
caged breath.
Let limbs and eyelids
fall like
lilting lullabies
while lingering sorrow is lifted.
Leave it in the past.
No supernova stirs the skies,
no comet crashes,
no nebula nips at nearly-napping minds,
not a photon falls out of place.
Release your weariness and sleep.
don't belong buried
among the bright blossoms
that bloom here now.
Be free,
coarse tension,
clenched jaw,
caged breath.
Let limbs and eyelids
fall like
lilting lullabies
while lingering sorrow is lifted.
Leave it in the past.
No supernova stirs the skies,
no comet crashes,
no nebula nips at nearly-napping minds,
not a photon falls out of place.
Release your weariness and sleep.
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Raining Champagne - 12/07/16
It was raining champagne
and glitter,
bottles and papers
littering the ground,
precipitation pitter-pattering,
smoke intertwined in embraces,
my sense drowned in wine,
but all that chaos shattered
when you came around,
droplets pausing in the air
to applaud
your heart-stopping entrance,
haloed in the sunlight
you brought through the clouds.
And now,
seasons have passed
and a shroud of soured memories
covers each spec
of glimmering dust.
And now,
the heavens part for no one,
the taste grows dimmer,
and this pain has dulled
to a stiffness.
And now,
maybe my heart isn't broken,
but is still doesn't work the same
as it did when we first kissed while
it was raining champagne.
and glitter,
bottles and papers
littering the ground,
precipitation pitter-pattering,
smoke intertwined in embraces,
my sense drowned in wine,
but all that chaos shattered
when you came around,
droplets pausing in the air
to applaud
your heart-stopping entrance,
haloed in the sunlight
you brought through the clouds.
And now,
seasons have passed
and a shroud of soured memories
covers each spec
of glimmering dust.
And now,
the heavens part for no one,
the taste grows dimmer,
and this pain has dulled
to a stiffness.
And now,
maybe my heart isn't broken,
but is still doesn't work the same
as it did when we first kissed while
it was raining champagne.
Sunday, September 18, 2016
QFT - 09/18/16
In a breath
between intense
presses of lips
and hips,
the end of your kiss
rips the heavy
stiffness
of stress
from my limbs.
In the skip
of hearts beating
chest to chest,
in the voltage spike
between firing neurons,
in the hollow space
between nucleons,
I almost feel
as if any of this
is real
and not just
excitations
of some
abstract field;
between intense
presses of lips
and hips,
the end of your kiss
rips the heavy
stiffness
of stress
from my limbs.
In the skip
of hearts beating
chest to chest,
in the voltage spike
between firing neurons,
in the hollow space
between nucleons,
I almost feel
as if any of this
is real
and not just
excitations
of some
abstract field;
as if your touch
is more than just
the Coulombic force
between us;
as if this moment
is enough.
Monday, September 5, 2016
c - 09/05/16
You and I
are in such tremendously,
terrifyingly different
universes.
I find it impossible
to believe
we ever
could have been close.
There is nothing
in the cosmos
that moves
that fast.
are in such tremendously,
terrifyingly different
universes.
I find it impossible
to believe
we ever
could have been close.
There is nothing
in the cosmos
that moves
that fast.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Letters to the Stars - 08/20/16
Even riding on a light wave,
it'd take a couple hundred thousand days
to deliver this communique,
which is really just to say
"I love you"
a couple hundred thousand different ways,
as if that's all it would take
to set things back to the old ways
to clear the haze
and free the radio waves
no longer transmitting all the things I want to say.
All I want to say
is:
"I love you;"
"I knew
the minute I fell into
those blue eyes
that the skies
would never be as clear as
your smile;"
"I realize
the distance between us
is more than just miles;"
"There are galaxies
in my memoies
of us,
but I can't seem
to show them;"
"My words belong
beyond poems
and I know this now
but the only way to show this now
is poems
so I wrote them all down
and they all say 'I love you;'"
"I love you;"
"I miss you,
but can still hear your voice,
still taste your kiss,
feel the twitch of your lips.
Each imagined laugh
has me gasping
and grasping
for a reality
that disappeared
the last time I ran
my fingers through your hair.
Wherever I go,
you seem to be there,
in equations and textbooks
and ribbons and stars
and every time I look up
again
how far away you are
because it's still so hard
to believe
this much has changed."
it'd take a couple hundred thousand days
to deliver this communique,
which is really just to say
"I love you"
a couple hundred thousand different ways,
as if that's all it would take
to set things back to the old ways
to clear the haze
and free the radio waves
no longer transmitting all the things I want to say.
All I want to say
is:
"I love you;"
"I knew
the minute I fell into
those blue eyes
that the skies
would never be as clear as
your smile;"
"I realize
the distance between us
is more than just miles;"
"There are galaxies
in my memoies
of us,
but I can't seem
to show them;"
"My words belong
beyond poems
and I know this now
but the only way to show this now
is poems
so I wrote them all down
and they all say 'I love you;'"
"I love you;"
"I miss you,
but can still hear your voice,
still taste your kiss,
feel the twitch of your lips.
Each imagined laugh
has me gasping
and grasping
for a reality
that disappeared
the last time I ran
my fingers through your hair.
Wherever I go,
you seem to be there,
in equations and textbooks
and ribbons and stars
and every time I look up
again
how far away you are
because it's still so hard
to believe
this much has changed."
Friday, August 19, 2016
Perseid - 08/19/16
Would that I could
slay monsters,
fight evil,
unspool injustice
like twine,
ride daring
to the rescue,
stand honored
with pride,
but here I am,
glowing briefly,
falling swiftly,
crashing silently
over the lake.
slay monsters,
fight evil,
unspool injustice
like twine,
ride daring
to the rescue,
stand honored
with pride,
but here I am,
glowing briefly,
falling swiftly,
crashing silently
over the lake.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Maybe A Sunset - 08/18/16
rising like
an exploding star
over the horizon
obscuring
anything
else from my vision,
petrified,
terrified,
spellbound by blue eyes,
filled with
too many hurricanes
to translate
to text.
an exploding star
over the horizon
obscuring
anything
else from my vision,
petrified,
terrified,
spellbound by blue eyes,
filled with
too many hurricanes
to translate
to text.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Supernova Skies - 08/17/16
No matter how far away
I accelerate,
this inverse-square potential
tries to pull me back
to that place,
tries to tell me I'm essential
to that space
of mind and time
is slowing down
with the weight
of these words around,
the pressure's burning
up the sun,
the vacuum's swallowing
every sound.
I'm paralyzed under
supernova skies,
keep your dreamy looks
and starry eyes
wrapped up in parting glances,
sucked into black hole romances
like your first slow dance is
gonna change your chances
of skipping out on goodbyes and
escaping the event horizon.
I accelerate,
this inverse-square potential
tries to pull me back
to that place,
tries to tell me I'm essential
to that space
of mind and time
is slowing down
with the weight
of these words around,
the pressure's burning
up the sun,
the vacuum's swallowing
every sound.
I'm paralyzed under
supernova skies,
keep your dreamy looks
and starry eyes
wrapped up in parting glances,
sucked into black hole romances
like your first slow dance is
gonna change your chances
of skipping out on goodbyes and
escaping the event horizon.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
butterfly - 08/16/16
depart
on the wings of a monarch butterfly
gold and black against the hot blue sky
double back
for a memory you'd rather not see
playing on the big screen
surround sound engulfing everything
every word you want to write
every time you close your eyes
every song you want to sing
it's burned in the rings around your eyes
the lines on your thighs
from the heaving of your lungs
to biting your tongue
it is engulfing everything
when will you set it free?
on the wings of a monarch butterfly
gold and black against the hot blue sky
double back
for a memory you'd rather not see
playing on the big screen
surround sound engulfing everything
every word you want to write
every time you close your eyes
every song you want to sing
it's burned in the rings around your eyes
the lines on your thighs
from the heaving of your lungs
to biting your tongue
it is engulfing everything
when will you set it free?
Monday, August 15, 2016
VA - 08/15/16
sunny skies
out one window and
shaking storms
out the other
caught between lightning bolts
and beach sunsets
swallowed in the humidity of the swamp
gather the sprinkles of rain
and sew yourself a new story
three thousand miles away
out one window and
shaking storms
out the other
caught between lightning bolts
and beach sunsets
swallowed in the humidity of the swamp
gather the sprinkles of rain
and sew yourself a new story
three thousand miles away
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
just throw it away - 08/03/16
-a button with the portrait of a girl with thick glasses and bright red hair
-a tiny flower that I found on the ground, stepped over, had to go back for because it reminded me of her and I couldn't just leave it
-a tiny flower that I found on the stem, tried to talk past, had to go back for because it reminded me of her and I couldn't just leave it
-a paper star, no where near as stunning as she
-a bead the same color as her eyes
-my glittery red and silver paper bracelet
-the business card for the weird vegan restaurant downtown
-a tiny flower that I found on the ground, stepped over, had to go back for because it reminded me of her and I couldn't just leave it
-a tiny flower that I found on the stem, tried to talk past, had to go back for because it reminded me of her and I couldn't just leave it
-a paper star, no where near as stunning as she
-a bead the same color as her eyes
-my glittery red and silver paper bracelet
-the business card for the weird vegan restaurant downtown
Monday, July 11, 2016
I superglued my fingers together so I wouldn't be tempted to text you - 07/11/16
slow dancing
and stargazing
and all the shit we’ll never do again
and never did at all
still sits heavy in my mind,
silhouetted with light of memories.
where are they now?
how have the morphed,
twisted by treason,
disfomed by dismay
and disaster
and dissonance?
crashed and captive in
"what if"s
and fantasies
of drowsily brushing my teeth next
to you.
and stargazing
and all the shit we’ll never do again
and never did at all
still sits heavy in my mind,
silhouetted with light of memories.
where are they now?
how have the morphed,
twisted by treason,
disfomed by dismay
and disaster
and dissonance?
crashed and captive in
"what if"s
and fantasies
of drowsily brushing my teeth next
to you.
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