Poetic Dimensions

Smile Like You Mean It

i sent a smiley face when i didn’t really mean it
and i knew you’d never see that in front of the blueglow screen
chewing my lip and glancing away from the conversation
staring out the window and waiting to leave
but i knew you wanted me to smile.

smile for me baby
you’re so pretty
pretty thing like you, never be sad, what do you have to cry about
smile honey

so i did. just for you.
but only because you couldn’t see me and so
colon-parenthesis, very little effort.
eventually i just turned away, even those three keys couldn’t hide the numbness and
later i might apologize
(with my emoticons of course)
oh the network cut out
cut out. cut off. shut down. dead.
when even the smile is too much.

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This is too beautiful.

Anonymous asked: What do you aspire to do most?

I don’t aspire to much any more. It’s more about trying to survive. Art helps me do that, so I make art. 

I aspire to help people understand other people, by providing them with poetry or stories or pictures or movements that evoke emotions within them. 

Swimming Pools and Funerals: Optimism and Ice Cream

pools-and-funerals:

The blurry leftovers that
caress my mind
The dry tumbleweeds that
scratch my skull

I worship the mind
my mind because that’s all
there is

And I’ll tell you I’m not busy
when I’m tasting that candy
that ice cream

Pale rooms and I wake
no pants and shattered sheets
Keep that…

Perfect.

the sound of amber moonlight.

i will die if you don’t hold me
right now
cradle me in your words           your voice
breathe me a story, the smoke from your cigarettes curling down the telephone
each whoosh i hear taking my eyelids further
i picture you, my dragon
                       my mermaid
a fiercely black-and-white ink drawing on the canvas of the sky
something tender about your boots and the studs lining your skin
           and the tattooed cranberry halo
and a breath we took together, sucking in a crescent moon-night
swing, you tell me. go and swing
swing yourself to sleep
i lay in a hammock held up by the delicate firm chains of
[the way you sound in the moonlight]
and slipped-
deeper.

standthoughtingunder:

A fledging bird coos into the wind

The time to jump is now.

Yet its mother, no where to be seen

Was off into the morning earth, digging.

With no one to edge the chick into jumping to its death, or flying,

The chick leans and looks out.

i woke up thinking i was drowning

Lie or Jump

maybe it’s just because in the middle of the night
i break out from a soft hazy cocoon and the truth
stuns like a shock of daylight
but okay, the pattern, the pattern
must be broken
and why not
break
it now?
i want to say,
but you’re the wrong person. not right for me to break this long-perfected bamboo screen over
but that’s just a little note laced into the framework, isn’t it
and truthfully
i can find things i like. i just refuse to look—
blindfolded by fingertips woven together
and torn old photographs
and whispered insecurity.
there is no right moment
for the things that are hardest.

jfairness:

Yellow

By: Coldplay

meal(question)

it was like
this:
unwrap the knifeandfork
unroll the napkin (white paper) and
suddenly they are large and clumsy
unwieldy
bigger than the plate
bigger than a conscience
whitetissue spreading(stainlike)over a mile of flesh
utensilised.
it was all outside of a person
externalized.

extravagance.

sometimes one

word

can be a whole poem. 

Mirage.

she sat on the curb, midnight, crying over her cigarette (a Red. the most toxic. the most basic.) skinny arms under wrinkled thick sweatshirt, someone else’s probably. sobbing silently, looking numbly at the stars like they were somewhere she’d been once, tears dripping. i touched her arm and she focussed suddenly, clear, sharp, looked at me numbly, as if suddenly nothing at all mattered anymore. as if she was already gone.
It never ends, she told me. Or maybe it was the stars she was talking to; she hadn’t acknowledged me at all. the end of the cigarette glowed and curled up, dissipating, between her cold skinny fingers. breathed out, breathed out a swirl of nothingness. I don’t like sharing, she said, as if we had changed subjects. I like keeping everything separate. Compartmentalized. gasp. another shine of glaze slipped down her cheek. I can’t link everything together. I can’t let one person know all of the parts of what I am. her face was silhouetted against the blue-green skyline. How can someone else know all sides of me? Even I don’t realise who I am. she looked so small, so breakable, so broken. the cigarette looked very big between the bones of her fingers, a tendril of hair curled about her cheekbone, swallowing the delicacy of her face. i expected the smoke to carry her away, up, into the gaze of galaxy that yearned to her eyes. i wanted to gather up the jangle of bones that held her together, i wanted to sweep away the gauze that shrouded that bruised beautiful skeleton, sweep away the layers of some boy’s sweatshirt, the hair attacking a lovely sad face, reach through tobacco clouds and find something solid. i wanted to dive into the pools of liquid exhaustion and cradle this creature, so melancholy, so untouchable, i wanted to melt into her ribs and swim through the acres of sadness and drink it away, hold it in my belly and feel the waves moving inside like an ocean of her.
she stood up then, reached a palm up to the sky, as if checking to feel rain. let the stub of cigarette fall to the tarmac in a shower of glittering sparks. looked through the sky, searching, searching. you could hear a train in the distance and i could see in the moonlight a shining droplet clinging to her chin. she stepped forward and as it fell the train rushed fast before us, i closed my eyes and felt the wind of it on my face, cheeks, lips, like kisses from the spirits of creatures like her. i opened my eyes just as the front of the train sucked her to its metal, whisked her down, away, the droplet hit the asphalt and she was gone, nothing more than a splattered crystal droplet on the pavement and the end of a toxic Red.