New Project

So my friend Victor and I decided to start an experimental music project based on my poetry which is a combination of spoken word and this kind of relaxing electronic music. Listen now please :)

http://www.myspace.com/icanseeeverythingmusic

Bad

i really like this, but it's pretty bad haha

I'm Fragile

Paper mouth

Paper teeth

Paper tongue


Paper eyes

Paper ears

Paper mind


Paper heart

Paper lungs

Paper ribs


Paper stomach

Paper bowels

Paper shit.

Strange

i was going to post a different poem, but i decided it was more of a rambling than a poem. so here's this other one.

Entity

A thousand suns and a thousand moons
Circling my very existence
I am no longer human
I feel as if I am something greater
Something more than that which is known as all
I feel as if an entity
I exist between two planes
And I walk freely within both
A thousand suns and a thousand moons

Not A Poem

This Is Anything But A Poem

I wish there was something I could write about you
I wish there was anything
Anything to write about this situation
But there's not
There are no words gracefully flowing forth from my fingertips
Just FUCKS and SHITS barreling out of my mouth
You and I had it good
And I fucked it up
That's all there is to say
The only thing to possibly even begin to say
Is today is the day I lose myself.

Body

i actually really like this poem even though it's dumb. it doesn't have a title

I need a human body
So that I may carve it hollow
Climb my way within its ribs
And live inside of it
Finishing out my days
Vicariously through this new
Body

Twenty-Two

here's a poem i wrote about being 22

Year

Still hungry after all these years
Still craving after all these meals
Still climbing after breaking all these branches
Still dusty after crossing all these rivers
Still falling after hurtling all these boulders
Still hungry after twenty-two years
What have I to still climb for at twenty-three?

Ghosts

i fucking love this poem

Story

I wish my house was haunted
So I could talk to ghosts
I would ask them questions
And get their ghost advice
They'd give me real answers
And be completely honest
At least then I'd feel like I was getting somewhere
By talking to someone who isn't actually there.

Experimental

i experiment a lot. here's another

Only More

heart

ache

.

Crush

here's another old one about a stupid crush haha

Poem

So there's this girl I like
Well I don't so much like her
As I do hate her
Let me start over
So there's this girl I hate
Hate is sort of a strong word
But I hate her
I hate her because I like her
I hate her because I'm selfish
I hate her because she's not with me
I hate her because I like her
I hate myself for liking her
I hate her for making me hate myself
I hate her for making me unable to think about even beginning a conversation with even a single other fucking female because the only person I can fucking think about every single fucking day
Is her
And I hate her
Because I like her

New

here's a poem i wrote last night while trying to sleep

Past Present Future Past

The women of my life, none of them know
about my sordid past. The kind of past that
begs for a change of futures, but regails none. So
let them wonder about my past, a
life that cries for needing.

Crush

here's an old poem about a girl i had a crush on

Flame

She was at the party tonight
A crowded evening in a friend's backyard
A sea of separate words
Foaming together
But I noticed only her
She was absolutely beautiful
She possessed a different kind of beauty
She was a fire-spinner
Her specialty was a flaming hula hoop
I was transfixed on the flickering light circling around her perfect body
Every single curve of her fragile frame
Twisting in a separate order
Her thin arms weaving up and down throughout the orange flames
Her feet touching with the gravel beneath them
So delicately only her toes touched the ground
I was enamored but cautious to get close
So as not to get burned

Untitled

Thinking back on past mistakes,
The list is long
And scribbled.

Thinking back on past failed relationships,
The list is torn
And crumpled.

Thinking of my future failures,
The list is long
And scribbled.

It cannot be changed.
History repeats itself.

Untitled

Untitled

the supermarket is a breeding ground
a cess pool filled with young mothers buying sugar for their fat, hungry, bottom feeding children with their undeserved wellfare checks
stocking up on grease for the coming winter season
a family of grizzlies hibernating in a plastered cave
fighting over the last gristled cheese puff
sickening
america
land of the free
home of the brave
shelter of the slovenly

Short Experimental

here's an experimental piece. it's dumb

Girls

Girls.

Experimental

Cut Off Your Feet And Name Your Hands After Them

Stop worrying
Stop worrying
Stop worrying
Stop worrying
Stop worrying
Stop worrying
Stop worrying
Stop worrying
Stop worrying
Stop worrying
Stop worrying
Stop.

Depressing Lame Poem

The Sun Is A Star

The night can get dark,
but the sun can get darker.
It rises every morning
to remind you you're still living.
When you're separated from the world,
all you want is night,
if only for the hope
of not waking up.

Short Poem

When It Rains, It Fucking Pours

There was a lightning storm the other night.
Part of me wishes I had been struck.

The Poetry

The Poetry

Of the thin blades of grass
Of the ants that walk them
Of the people step on each
Of the cars that drive them
Of the roads that take them
Of the ants that walk them.

Erotic

Body Hymn

Your bones breathe,
expanding,
inhaling each diminutive pore on my
skin.
Contracting,
exhaling every individual cell of my
skin.

Our clavicles meet and
clash
together, and our hips are
conjoined
together, welded as if iron.

The segregated digits of my
knuckles
bend and give way,
molding
beneath you.

My hands,
your anchors,
weigh you,
unable to drift from me.

Every last
sinew
of every last
muscle
reaches out,
capturing the tendons
buried beneath my
skin,

and we sing
together.

Persona 2

Here's another poem I wrote from the point of view of someone else.

Every Time

She's yelling again
I can't stand it
She's yelling
i'm nodding
i'm agreeing
i'm apologizing
She's yelling
I'm driving to her sister's house
And she's yelling
She's yelling
She hasn't stopped
In three years
Of matrimonial bliss
She's yelling
I'm ignoring
She's yelling
I'm driving

I could kill her now
I could kill us both

She's yelling
I could swerve off the road
I could drive off a cliff
She's yelling
We're here
At her sister's house
We're in the car still

She's apologizing


She's smiling



I remember why now
Her smile is worth three years.