...is ghostlike and empty.
Full in the daytime, but the tide drags it out in the dark.
Into the sea with all you own, at least one day, eventually.
What a notion that we will all be in the water soon.
So I suppose, while our days are still here to be had,
We should celebrate every evening with lights and music.
So that when the waves come to take us back into the earth
We can at least light up the ocean floor, and show those fishes what's what.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Sometimes I Seem to Be Things
Sometime, at night, we are a crowd of monsters in the dark.
Sometimes, we frolick in the emptied park and we sing.
We bound in great leaps and we play on the swings.
And we are as big as our dreams and as fun as everything we love.
We spend hours away at places that, during the day, are dull.
But at night, when we are creatures, are overflowing fountains of immitation and imagination and all of the best parts of shiny teeth in the dark.
We make shadow puppets of humans and laugh at them.
We bring bag lunches, and take juice breaks.
We roar like birds.
We growl like grass.
And we have a merry old time, until the day should come.
Then, when we are done, we run back home into our beds.
Then, when we rise, we are wholly human again.
But we still smile with a wild passion.
Sometimes, we frolick in the emptied park and we sing.
We bound in great leaps and we play on the swings.
And we are as big as our dreams and as fun as everything we love.
We spend hours away at places that, during the day, are dull.
But at night, when we are creatures, are overflowing fountains of immitation and imagination and all of the best parts of shiny teeth in the dark.
We make shadow puppets of humans and laugh at them.
We bring bag lunches, and take juice breaks.
We roar like birds.
We growl like grass.
And we have a merry old time, until the day should come.
Then, when we are done, we run back home into our beds.
Then, when we rise, we are wholly human again.
But we still smile with a wild passion.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Clean
What? You want to stop? No, you're not allowed!!
Of course that was my reaction, whole hearted and honest. I apologize now, in retrospect I suppose that could sound a bit harsh. I like how in retrospect, we feel bad for honesty. Only lies are acceptable. But to keep with the truth of the matter, you absolutely cannot quit on me. You are so great, at everything. You can do anything you want, you've got more than potential or talent or ideas. You've got a life nobody else can compare to. You radiate light and can speak to clouds and I wouldn't doubt if you knew it but didn't care.
But some of us do. So don't you quit on us now. You're a damn fool. You're off in your own head. You're a kite and you're flying off by yourself, and I couldn't hold you here with a chain or a rope or a fist. I swear to god, you're a fool if I ever met one. And that's just what people these days need. They need a hopeless dreamer and a big heart and potential. Be a starving artist, at least for the rest of us who are full up on the monotony of life. Please. Please be what we'll never admit we live for.
Honestly? You're perfect.
Will it destroy you in the end?
Well, I'm going to stop being honest now.
At least you know we all love you, right?
Of course that was my reaction, whole hearted and honest. I apologize now, in retrospect I suppose that could sound a bit harsh. I like how in retrospect, we feel bad for honesty. Only lies are acceptable. But to keep with the truth of the matter, you absolutely cannot quit on me. You are so great, at everything. You can do anything you want, you've got more than potential or talent or ideas. You've got a life nobody else can compare to. You radiate light and can speak to clouds and I wouldn't doubt if you knew it but didn't care.
But some of us do. So don't you quit on us now. You're a damn fool. You're off in your own head. You're a kite and you're flying off by yourself, and I couldn't hold you here with a chain or a rope or a fist. I swear to god, you're a fool if I ever met one. And that's just what people these days need. They need a hopeless dreamer and a big heart and potential. Be a starving artist, at least for the rest of us who are full up on the monotony of life. Please. Please be what we'll never admit we live for.
Honestly? You're perfect.
Will it destroy you in the end?
Well, I'm going to stop being honest now.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Straight Talk
My blood feels extra warm tonight.
Perhaps it is thick, flowing healthily through my veins with a renewed sense of purpose. I think more likely my tumor has given up on killing me and just started trying to replicate my function. What is my purpose in life? I still don't know. But I have a heart that beats and that's more than he has. So maybe we're sharing blood now and all that is fine by me as long as it's co-beneficial.
I seem to work for two hearts, eating for one stomach but living in two times. At once, I feel planted, heavier persay. I feel grounded, not of mind, but of body. I cannot leave this place, even if I want to.
Life can consume you if you let it.
But that which defeats me, simply feeds me further.
And I am insatiable.
But I also feel very versatile, like my two hearts could gush gallons more than before. A singular man with two ties to the world. I could make you cry.
But I do not let go of my ailment, I revel in it.
I will not be just another fool.
I will be a perfect gentleman, and remove my parasite with such grace as you've never seen.
And then I will eat it and see how it feels about that.
Perhaps it is thick, flowing healthily through my veins with a renewed sense of purpose. I think more likely my tumor has given up on killing me and just started trying to replicate my function. What is my purpose in life? I still don't know. But I have a heart that beats and that's more than he has. So maybe we're sharing blood now and all that is fine by me as long as it's co-beneficial.
I seem to work for two hearts, eating for one stomach but living in two times. At once, I feel planted, heavier persay. I feel grounded, not of mind, but of body. I cannot leave this place, even if I want to.
Life can consume you if you let it.
And I am insatiable.
But I also feel very versatile, like my two hearts could gush gallons more than before. A singular man with two ties to the world. I could make you cry.
I will not be just another fool.
I will be a perfect gentleman, and remove my parasite with such grace as you've never seen.
And then I will eat it and see how it feels about that.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Quiet Moon
Here I am, every night, digging two by two foot holes in my yard. Why, you ask, sir passing me by? Well besides the fact that I don't recognize your stride in my part of town, I suppose you're trustable enough. Honestly I just love telling people.
Just a year ago I was madly in passionate love and I wrote a seemingly endless slew of love poems. Sadly, that relationship ended in tragedy, so I buried them all in a bottle in my yard somewhere one evening, at roughly 2:25 am. I was in quite a fit of emotion, so I don't quite remember just where though.
The thing is, and get this, I am in another relationship now!
I have those feelings again but I forgot how I expressed them so eloquently before, when I was wholly open and purely devoted, devout, I suppose being the right word. So every night at 2:25 I dig just one more hole in my yard until I can find it, or until my yard is all one big hole.
I do suppose it could have been washed away in a heavy rain, it does flood here...
Well that's thought for another night once my digging is done, good morning to you sir, and I'm happy to make your aquaintence.
My name?
Oh my name is Unbridled Youth, thank you very much.
And I return to my selfish shoveling, simply searching for expired expressions of immitated feelings, transposed unto another host. For I feel quite strongly almost constantly, so honestly I just need a lover to promise me they accept all the affection I have to give.
This is how I thought about us before, and now that you're not part of us, I still don't feel much different about it all. One day you will find meaning in these things, for my hand is balled tight, gripping firmly at your heart strings.
Someone will love me for all the elegant words I can say.
Is it you?
The Quiet Moon mocks me, laughing at my simplicity of mind and deed. And yet I tap merrily to the beat of my shovels unearthing my past beneath dirt until my fingernails are as black as my ambient skyline.
Just a year ago I was madly in passionate love and I wrote a seemingly endless slew of love poems. Sadly, that relationship ended in tragedy, so I buried them all in a bottle in my yard somewhere one evening, at roughly 2:25 am. I was in quite a fit of emotion, so I don't quite remember just where though.
The thing is, and get this, I am in another relationship now!
I have those feelings again but I forgot how I expressed them so eloquently before, when I was wholly open and purely devoted, devout, I suppose being the right word. So every night at 2:25 I dig just one more hole in my yard until I can find it, or until my yard is all one big hole.
I do suppose it could have been washed away in a heavy rain, it does flood here...
Well that's thought for another night once my digging is done, good morning to you sir, and I'm happy to make your aquaintence.
My name?
Oh my name is Unbridled Youth, thank you very much.
This is how I thought about us before, and now that you're not part of us, I still don't feel much different about it all. One day you will find meaning in these things, for my hand is balled tight, gripping firmly at your heart strings.
Someone will love me for all the elegant words I can say.
Is it you?
The Quiet Moon mocks me, laughing at my simplicity of mind and deed. And yet I tap merrily to the beat of my shovels unearthing my past beneath dirt until my fingernails are as black as my ambient skyline.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Why Do You Keep Telling Me What's Real?
12:00
Stopped writing your letter, will resume tomorrow.
12:35
Fall into my sheets, coiled close like a serpent and a cape and everything warm and comfey combined.
3:09
Awaken to a strange light, and tiptoe to my brother's window.
And that's when I observed them, every single animal was leaving.
They were going in line, en route, to the top of a hill on just the other side of the woods at the edge of town. Quietly, in no rush or order, but in such a fashion like might never be seen again.
Twas strange how unsurprised I was, that at the end of the day, the creatures are the innocent ones. They get taken to, what might literally be, greener pastures.
I caught a glimpse of the Savior of the Animals and he looked at me and I felt alright. No remorse, not pain persay. He just spoke, continuously, with all of his body, with every motion and gaze. And I still felt alright about what he told me.
I knew that it was time to go to bed again, and he bid me farewell and promised me good tidings should I ever need to call his name.
Funny thing is, I didn't.
The woods whisper to me just fine already. So when my day comes, I think I'd like to be set out on a boat, into the big pile of oak leaves, and see where the rings of the trees can take me. Down into someone else's sky, I suppose.
Goodnight to the creatures outside, and I'll see you soon.
Stopped writing your letter, will resume tomorrow.
12:35
Fall into my sheets, coiled close like a serpent and a cape and everything warm and comfey combined.
3:09
Awaken to a strange light, and tiptoe to my brother's window.
And that's when I observed them, every single animal was leaving.
They were going in line, en route, to the top of a hill on just the other side of the woods at the edge of town. Quietly, in no rush or order, but in such a fashion like might never be seen again.
Twas strange how unsurprised I was, that at the end of the day, the creatures are the innocent ones. They get taken to, what might literally be, greener pastures.
I caught a glimpse of the Savior of the Animals and he looked at me and I felt alright. No remorse, not pain persay. He just spoke, continuously, with all of his body, with every motion and gaze. And I still felt alright about what he told me.
I knew that it was time to go to bed again, and he bid me farewell and promised me good tidings should I ever need to call his name.
Funny thing is, I didn't.
The woods whisper to me just fine already. So when my day comes, I think I'd like to be set out on a boat, into the big pile of oak leaves, and see where the rings of the trees can take me. Down into someone else's sky, I suppose.
Goodnight to the creatures outside, and I'll see you soon.
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