October 2012
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November 2011
2 posts
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your haunting silhouette renders me motionless,
renders me as a painter with no hands…
completely incapable of the necessary actions
full to the brim with yearning and loathing for those
who can reach out and touch the paint I see in the corner of your lips,
the paint that is the dream…
the dream would be to touch my lips to yours
and relive the sweet, tender grazing
that just mere moments...
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September 2011
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August 2011
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the night could turn golden with paint brushes caught in strands of hair,
crimson, violet, blends upon finger tips
canvas laid out before bare feet,
bare hands,
a blank body attacking a blank page,
both coming out unclean
and impure
in the purest of ways,
night could fade with the splash of tinted water
onto a fresh sheet of paper
pen smearing words together
syllables unreal to most
...
stay awake all night,
let time fall from your mind
into the pools of space
the twisting canals of your ears create
and from there out,
let it touch toes with the rolling thunder clouds
that instead begin to echo in your heartbeat,
the lightning that crosses out the time
on your bedside clock
let falling asleep
become lulling into a state of listening
and feeling
the earth shake out...
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and I dance,
toes pointed to the edges of existence,
because in your eyes
I don’t exist.
broken down body,
dragging like a rag doll,
yet every melody pulsates energy through my bones,
deep into my veins,
and begs me to turn,
to cry out loud
with the language of physicality.
if I can move,
I can breathe,
and I refuse to fall to chaos.
dancing is its own chaos,
poetic perfection
in the idea that...
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Dreaming of the ocean floor
Electric blue folds of fabric,
the ocean itself,
wrap around her body
as it waves with each revolution
around his center of gravity.
His peach hand rests on her back,
a bird perched beside the sea,
watching the waves rush in
he pulls her towards him
letting water assault his ebony coat tails
a waterfall of emotion
beats against each strand of their...
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There’s a glow beneath the surface
as the stars drift off to sleep,
greeting morning air with their slight kisses
light fading and transforming
into the deepest light of day…
warming the earth slowly as I can imagine your eyes
cracking with the break of dawn.
their blue pigments scattering across the sky,
falling between the clouds
like the missing pieces of my day you slowly fill back...
your silence clamors in my ear
breaks my being beat by missed beat
I find I can no longer hear at all
there are words bouncing between my ears,
dripping through the cracks in my smile
but silent they remain.
never audible, but perhaps visible.
my face hidden behind this page,
you won’t see the quivers in between syllables,
or the shy glances at the end of each phrase,
you’ll only see content,
simply stated
once this decoration stops,
this first stanza parts
and like the red sea my heart spills...
let’s harmonize with the waves bass tone
and lose our thoughts to home away from home
every morning I kiss the very edge of my coffee cup
like another’s lips pressed to mine,
a kiss to wake up to,
a sweetly caffeinated “good morning”
whispered against my tongue.
its a morning affair,
intimate
like pillow talk
or a gentle caress asking for one more kiss
one more
and one more
don’t leave my bed this morning,
no you don’t have to go to work,
lets stay in today,
mouth to...
He was cigarettes and sex walking…
his lips twisted like smoke around hers,
their bodies – perfect reflections,
they were pushing, pulling,
oral fixations,
addictions,
they were the definition of “my drug”,
obsessions.
they were a haze,
every breath was a burning sensation,
a realization
“I’m still alive”
slowly dying,
but who gives a fuck about that?
they were sweat personified,
dripping...
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This is a project that I started in the summer of 2011 with friends from college. It all came as combination of the things I like to do most in the world: write poetry, write/paint on bodies rather then canvases, and take photographs - all while spending time in the beautiful outdoors. This is a constantly ongoing project and what I have here is just the start. But I plan to continue it for...
