perpetual motion

i keep on falling
falling and falling
in love that is

walking to the
place that
feels most like
home

HOME:

the irreplaceable feeling of
something that is
...
irreproachable,
irrepressible
i LOVE:

en

i cry when i
am sad
the fortuitous man tips his hat to only
those who deserve
tipping
my heart
it bleeds

im

i am wearing all black
and i am writing poetry
about death
funerals
and the end of the world to come

hollow
carved
dark brown
block of wood
even when i am wearing all black
the breeze
it shivers

i am naked
so afraid
afraid of death
afraid of funerals
afraid of the end of the world to come
i am wearing all black

sometimes

sometimes
i feel lost
i feel lost
i feel lost
i need to find my way back
i dont know where to turn to
i feel cold
i feel cold
there is no warmth in my hands
sometimes
i feel this way
but its okay sometimes
sometimes
its okay

an explicable taste for

i
perhaps
for
words
that are
um
of
that
kind
please
do
please
do
PERHAPS
in a world of blind men
the one eyed man is king

three dice roll

a dice roll is trouble, for reasons unbeknownst to me
thus two would double trouble
and three would mean severe consequences

ticker

it aches
it aches and it aches and it aches
it burns and it burns and it burns
it is a fire
it trembles and it trembles
it trembles
it shakes and it shakes and it shakes
it is warm
warm and warm and warm
feel
it beats and it beats and it beats

Just In Case

there there said mother bear

you are now in my care

have a seat in this chair

we have plenty to share

and then she began to prepare

a small anchovy pear

 out of thin air

start up this software,

honey bear

we saved you from a nightmare

from that square

she said a prayer

and we ate with the dinnerware

little bear, legionnaire, i need better medicare

solar flare, questionnaire, you can find it anywhere

arctic hare, belgian hare, how are you so unaware

of this, this, this, this, this love affair

still

be still and silent
still flustered. hands
still tingling,
still stone

um

you look lovely today
(!)

eficabe (exclam)

Eficabe exclam
A monke said to a preast


Eficabe Exclam
We do not except offers


Eficabe EXclam
John crossed my land


Eficabe execute
What you will, will, will

deep breath

At last I could breathe.

I was at the edge of the world, the very end. I was so close I could almost feel the absence of everything. Even as I had come, walking along, I knew. Me. So close to the edge, I wasn't afraid, I was so sure that I wasn't scared. I could feel the end at the tips of my feet. I could hear the hollow sound of the abyss below. I was ready. I wasn't scared, I said. I didn't feel nervous, I didn't feel like I was being cheated. I was completely ready. I was breathing softly. I looked down and I knew, I just knew. I wasn't afraid, I was ready, I could do it, I didn't care.
But when I slipped and my left foot lunged forward by way of gravity, my hands clenched the ground near me and my right foot dug into the soft earth. Oh god.
I was shaking.
I was lying to myself wasn't I.
I clung to my life so dearly, yet I thought I could go through. I wasn't desperate enough I guess.
When I pushed myself back and tucked my feet in and wrapped my arms around my knees,
At last I could breathe.

bird

there was this other one
she was really different

SHUFFLE:

Almost everyday when I come home from school, my brother is drunk.
He's always sitting on the sofa passed out.

I silently walk in and pull the headphones down so it rests against my neck. I scratch my neck as I walk over to the refrigerator. Damn thing is empty.

Crack my knuckles. It echoes in the ('cept for the snores) silent house.


Sometimes I come home and he is watching TV, with a beer in his hand.

I put the headphones on and the refrigerator is full of rot.

The house is so loud I close my eyes.


Rarely I come home and he is not there.

I put the headphones down.

Where is the refrigerator?

I am broken

birds

a gal her name i do not recall
she was different
i thought
but when i said her name
she looked at me and she
was the same
as them all
clementine?

thanks

To my most loyal follower and avid reader of Time Thinks:

Thanks, you keep me going.

Exemplary

"A touch of salt will make this great"
     I argued.

     "Stop, it'll ruin it!"
     
     I disagreed but let it slide... for now.
          "Quick! The toast is burning too!"

          I rushed to the toast. It wasn't burning.

          "You lied to me."
 
          "No... I just..."
          He sighs again. Frustrated?


         "That's enough helping for now, thanks."

         I'm dismissed. I walk. No, I trudge. My feet are heavy and I stomp upstairs.

         "YES! Oh my God, that is absolutely. Un. Believe. ABLE!"
              I shut my door, and my ears. Or at least I try to.


                  I hear excited shouts and commotion in the next door.
                          I grip my sheets until my knuckles turn white. I want to stomp out and yell at
                          everyone, but I'm too tired and I don't feel like getting up.

p̶r̶o̶l̶i̶f̶i̶c̶

     prolific

i know this to be true
from heavens
     that is to hone
affection
came Sevens
at least i believe
Unattainable
it's much over due
I wonder
     Hope is it?
Dreams do come true

The blood spilled

it was pools of light
and i felt it in my stomach
my heart

Orei Orei Orei

When I was in Tunisia, I met three people with the same name of Orei. The first Orei, was Orei Enilref, a strange man. I found him in the crowded streets, meddling with the business deal of two other men, where I found him in the crowded streets. He was a handsome and young in the crowded streets, but had a weary look, I found him in the crowded streets.
The second, Orei Endagat, he was an ass. A completely rude, ill-mannered, uncivilized ass. He left me so shocked, I still spit the name as I write. The moment I met him, I wished to run away, to leave, but he would not leave me be. He is there.
The final, Orei Ednammok.What sort of man was he? I do not remember.

ㅇㅏ ㅇ ㅣ ㄱ ㅏ

ㅇ  ㄹ  ㅣ ㄷ ㅇㅣ  ㅇ ㅕ ㅇ  ㅇ

ㅜ             ㅡ  ㅡ       ㅇ    ㅜ  ㅡ

                 ㄹ                     ㅇ  ㄴ

           ㅇ ㅣ ㄴ    ㄱ  ㄷ  ㅇ ㅣ  ㅇ ㅏ  ㄴ ㅣ ㄱ  

           ㅅㅅ  ㅡ    ㅡ  ㅡ                                  ㅗ

                     ㄴ          ㄹ                 

                   ㅇㅓ  ㄴ    ㄱ  ㄷ  ㅇ ㅣ ㄷ ㅏ .

                   ㅂㅅ  ㅡ    ㅡ  ㅡ                                  

                             ㄴ          ㄹ  

what happens

when you die
i asked ages ago

no one seemed to have a very good answer

the most common being

no one knows



i miss you

father

you are aware that your child has problems

he thought for a bit
and

nodded


bad liar she claimed
rather loudly

no what do you know he demanded


i am a psychologist
you bloody fool
i know you
inside and
out

you are lying to me

i know it

he loved her

you think

you think your a big fish in a small pool
think again
you're pool is big
and your just a small
little
fish

you're vs your

some times it is frustrating to be corrected when you don't actually care
but funny thing is
i do it anyway