1. a breach in fiction

    scarlet eyes beg
    even
    in
    death

    to be spared
    the white walls,
    (no spiders juxtaposed
    or shadowed afflictions)

    and the punctured ceiling tiles
    (as keeping count serves
    only to distance)

     
  2. 14:44

    Notes: 1

    Tags: poetry

    if ever wanton dreams gave due

    subjected now to rejection
    as the universe rejects a tree
    that falls in silence,
    subject to
    give credit,
    overall to submit, after
    touch and touch of
    structure,

    annotated texts
    become familiar
    through breaks
    that touch and touch
    the margins.

     
  3. 09:09 20th Jan 2012

    Notes: 4

    Tags: poetry

    they keep limiting me

    gGravity prolonged you
    as an ethereal being
    trapped within
    the confines of
    righteousness.
    oOne foothold closer
    to sudden exposure
    to grave
    ingenuity,
    carrying barely
    an unstrung bow.

     
  4. 09:03

    Notes: 6

    Tags: poetryblah

    blocking the stair, well

    oh, the 2 o’clock-ish
    anguish. giving
    forth the later
    taken back.
    after reckless life
    a holy death.
    seemingly interred
    with virtues,
    bordering
    intoxicating.
    truth being
    witness to
    hellish intent.

     
  5. reap dazed daisies

    let me let you know
    that numbness consumes
    the mind and
    when numbed;

    heartbeats are faint,
    hardly felt,
    heart sunk, cemented.

    beating only
    because muscles have
    become familiar,
    barely, accustomed to
    beating.

     
  6. zombie mode

    articulated through white noise.
    nullified; given any other chance,
    opportune or otherwise.
    a chance to decompose within
    brick and mortals,
    sin and cynics.

    artifice curves dimensions
    also, artifice.

     
  7. oooh

    it does
    no good to fret
    but
    when eyes feel
    as if
    continuously molested
    by any gleam,
    incandescent ray
    of light,

    when all a body pleads for
    is to write
    and brilliancy is
    a veritable necessity,

    [tried writing in the dark already]

    quite honestly
    fretting consumes
    less energy
    than
    giving up an urge.

     
  8. 22:44

    Notes: 2

    Tags: poetry

    you say you know

    I’ll tell you then
    that you are thin
    and have lovely mouse hair
    and an air of sweet apple tarts
    about you.

    You pair well with
    every wine
    and then again
    you are thin.

     
  9. the truth

    i’m never on
    anymore

    often drifting
    and space-worn;
    drifting off through
    space, worn out
    from space-drifting.

     
  10. katapults

    cleverly rotating around,
    flipping about,
    the core

    of apples,
    problems;
    left sore.

    acrobatic prowess
    possessed,
    progressing styles

    from toppled to
    twisted
    and light reflecting;

    on bellied beasts
    rested and
    resting.