Hands like spilled milk
Too cold and far too bruised.
I can say its fine if you want me to,
I've got the oldest eyes you've ever seen on a
Child like me.
But that wont stop you from doing what you can
To keep the fireflies in.
Its not that I object, I just don't
Think you can.
From the outside looking in,
There was nothing that we couldn't have been.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
A Few Verses
Dont touch me
Dont touch me
Don't let this stop you from leaving when the sun comes up,
Like you know you want to.
Find the place where you feel most alive,
And leave me here,
In mine.
Dont touch me
Don't let this stop you from leaving when the sun comes up,
Like you know you want to.
Find the place where you feel most alive,
And leave me here,
In mine.
Please
I think if I could have you any way,
I'd put venom in your mouth,
And I'd wrap your fingers around my wrist
My teeth could sprinkle the floor
Like spilled milk.
I'd have you look at me,
I'd have you see me and think,
"Shes come undone",
"Shes come undone"
Under your hot,
Rash hand,
I'll only thank you,
And plant soft, sad kisses on your palms
And read you pretty lines from books we don't understand.
I'd put venom in your mouth,
And I'd wrap your fingers around my wrist
My teeth could sprinkle the floor
Like spilled milk.
I'd have you look at me,
I'd have you see me and think,
"Shes come undone",
"Shes come undone"
Under your hot,
Rash hand,
I'll only thank you,
And plant soft, sad kisses on your palms
And read you pretty lines from books we don't understand.
Of The Lake
Organisms in tiny
Tightly-knit
Universes circle past,
Catch on edges of sun, stumble for a single second
As every pair of slippered feet retraces its dusty steps,
And again.
We fall down the plastic slide.
We never leave the water.
Where the sand and the muck ends,
We sit in our auditorium seats
beneath the surface
And when they walk to the summer home
I stay.
A child in the muck.
Tightly-knit
Universes circle past,
Catch on edges of sun, stumble for a single second
As every pair of slippered feet retraces its dusty steps,
And again.
We fall down the plastic slide.
We never leave the water.
Where the sand and the muck ends,
We sit in our auditorium seats
beneath the surface
And when they walk to the summer home
I stay.
A child in the muck.
Bat Wings
Take the hanging hand
Leave me shell shocked
here.
Time to give up the thought that these leaves
Were ever really bat wings
Keeping time with anyone else's lungs
But mine.
My skin
Like cracked china plates with
Careless blue pedals and chapped edges.
Every inch remembers fine tuned insect wings,
Fluttering my eyelids
Pacing my palms.
I roll my tongue
Feeling the tiny seed like a vessel
Float along my teeth,
Dried leaves and velvets ropes
Placed above my sleeping head,
Constellations on my chest.
Leave me shell shocked
here.
Time to give up the thought that these leaves
Were ever really bat wings
Keeping time with anyone else's lungs
But mine.
My skin
Like cracked china plates with
Careless blue pedals and chapped edges.
Every inch remembers fine tuned insect wings,
Fluttering my eyelids
Pacing my palms.
I roll my tongue
Feeling the tiny seed like a vessel
Float along my teeth,
Dried leaves and velvets ropes
Placed above my sleeping head,
Constellations on my chest.
Faux Fur Crown
You rummaged through my mind
when I went away for the summer time.
Its not like I'd mind if there was anything in there
Like what you thought you'd find.
I could not stand
To lose the only hold I have.
I knotted all my simple dreams into a faux fur crown
And now I'm going underground,
Cling to your hallow mysteries
like you know you can't.
She Grew Thin
From keeping all her open endings
crawling beneath her skin.
She'll just wait
Until you finally believe her words,
all this time she knew you would some day,
But please, not today.
So please don't find out
About my faux fur crown.
when I went away for the summer time.
Its not like I'd mind if there was anything in there
Like what you thought you'd find.
I could not stand
To lose the only hold I have.
I knotted all my simple dreams into a faux fur crown
And now I'm going underground,
Cling to your hallow mysteries
like you know you can't.
She Grew Thin
From keeping all her open endings
crawling beneath her skin.
She'll just wait
Until you finally believe her words,
all this time she knew you would some day,
But please, not today.
So please don't find out
About my faux fur crown.
Blue And Red
They churn,
the waves and me,
I could not give him sympathy
so I gave it to the sea.
When he could not sleep
he circled the earth and
Found me in a room
where the stars draw circles in my eyes
In blues and in reds
And the sky can no longer hold them.
They fall graciously into the sea.
I could not give back what he took,
So I'll walk the heaving plank.
the waves and me,
I could not give him sympathy
so I gave it to the sea.
When he could not sleep
he circled the earth and
Found me in a room
where the stars draw circles in my eyes
In blues and in reds
And the sky can no longer hold them.
They fall graciously into the sea.
I could not give back what he took,
So I'll walk the heaving plank.
The Sill Of The World
I created this blog, Sitting On The Sill Of The World, so that I could share my writing with the cyber-world. When it comes to my writing, I am pretty much a shut-in. I just began sharing with my very best friend, and even then, hesitantly. Well, less hesitantly, because that implies some consent. She more or less stole my notebook and read a poem, and from then on, it was a slippery slope.
Regardless, this move prompted me to expand my viewing audience to the say, three people that will accidentaly stumble across this blog? This is a big step for me.
Needless to say, I am extremely nervous. However, there is nothing I hate more than a false compliment. Truly. I would MUCH rather hear criticism. So, with that in mind, I ask you to h o n e s t l y comment on the poems I submit, with your true, unedited opinion.
Keep in mind: I am not proud of everything I write. In fact, I honestly only write for me. When you read something, it was never intended for the eyes of someone else.
I will, on occasion, be inspired by something I hear or read or learn, and if that is the case, I will always note it.
Thanks for read, I hope you enjoy it. I should be shot for saying this, but these poems really do keep me sane sometimes, and I hope that, to some extent, they can do the same for you.
Regardless, this move prompted me to expand my viewing audience to the say, three people that will accidentaly stumble across this blog? This is a big step for me.
Needless to say, I am extremely nervous. However, there is nothing I hate more than a false compliment. Truly. I would MUCH rather hear criticism. So, with that in mind, I ask you to h o n e s t l y comment on the poems I submit, with your true, unedited opinion.
Keep in mind: I am not proud of everything I write. In fact, I honestly only write for me. When you read something, it was never intended for the eyes of someone else.
I will, on occasion, be inspired by something I hear or read or learn, and if that is the case, I will always note it.
Thanks for read, I hope you enjoy it. I should be shot for saying this, but these poems really do keep me sane sometimes, and I hope that, to some extent, they can do the same for you.
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