Golden, the Pony boy

Today I discovered three Yann Tiersen songs that I've been searching for all my life but I only knew I was searching for one.

More A Short Story
December 20, 2009

And that month
December
Everything you saw
and felt
made you want to die.

To fall apart on the sidewalk
to the amazement and
horror of everyone around you

And everything would have been
beautiful
because there were two pianos
and then a waltz
you had just heard for the first time that day.

And you wanted to die in the moment.
Everything felt so perfect.
You just wanted to let go.

And I mean “I” and “me”.
It’s all me.
I wanted to fade today.

A sequel to "The Dual".

the dual (cliché)
December 20, 2009

I did see you.
I saw through
you and
now I see against you.

You make me laugh
you’re such a mess.
Not worth cleaning up
because you are the essence
of the mess.

Always present.

I feel bad for you, really,
and the “love” I felt
faded as quickly
as it bloomed.

But don’t feel bad
because other people love
you.
and that absolves me of my
responsibilities

(i know)

don’t mourn me.
i’s can’t stand alone
without being corrected.

I’ll miss you when you go.
If only for the departure
of my entertainment.

I don’t know what else to
say but
I hope you (cliché)
find what you’re looking
for.

Same Ol' Same Ol'

The Dual
September 22, 2009
I hate you.
I hate the way you make me
feel.

But I see you.
I mean I
really see you.

I see through and
I see past you
and then I see you.

And then I love you.
And then I hate myself.

I suppose we’re wrapped up
in each other.
Except, you would never agree to that.

And that’s your appeal.
That (I know)
and the way you make me
feel.

Bisou
September 24, 2009

Kiss me
when a pool of sweat forms
in the small of my
back.
(When it’s all said
and done).

Kiss me
when I fold within you
and then through you
and then you
are the little spoon.

Kiss me
when hope is at my
doorstep
and I miss its call
because I’m in the
shower.

Kiss me
when I hand you my dirty
laundry and expect
it back better
than it looked
before.

Or,
just kiss me.

night drive(s) in your heart
November 26, 2009

night drive(s) in your heart
and it uses
peruses
abuses
and confuses you

night drive(s) in your heart
and it spits in your eye
then hands you a tissue
and laughs

night drive(s) in your heart
and it molds your veins
into little trees
with empty branches

night drive(s) in your heart
and drops off the kids
and wants them back on Sunday
at nine o’clock sharp

(or there’ll be hell to pay)

night drive(s) in your heart
and it doesn’t respect you
and it never will
because it’s the night

and you lost custody a long time ago

N3mBers

Aorta (Kick Kick Punch)
September 21, 2009

If you saw my heart
you would be alarmed.
coursing with veins
coursing with disdain
coursing with lust
and infatuation

If you saw my heart
I would already be dead
because I wouldn’t dare
to let people like you see my heart
not my crowning jewel!
not my stringy heart
fuck you!

If you saw my heart
I would be afraid
what if my heart isn’t right
barely passes for a heart.
what if my heart is best likened
to that of a beast.
(sorry)

If you saw my heart you would cry,
poor pitiful thing that it is.

The Dual
September 22, 2009

I hate you.
I hate the way you make me
feel.

But I see you.
I mean I
really see you.

I see through and
I see past you
and then I see you.

And then I love you.
And then I hate myself.

I suppose we’re wrapped up
in each other.
Except, you would never agree to that.

And that’s your appeal.
That (I know)
and the way you make me
feel.

Feels Good To Be Free

So the previous two posts were part of a story, that 2AM story that I was working on for a while. The thing is that I'm pretty lost on that story and I don't know if I'll ever finish it. We'll see. 

I'll write some poetry soon, I just haven't been inspired lately. My main problem lately is the fact that I am very, very poor and I have very rich aspirations in terms of fashion. I'm trying to change my style partially because it would be nice to attract my type of guy (indie). 

Boop boop boop. 

What to do, what to do...

On Caffeine Shakes

Ever-this

April 19, 2009

Shaking always

like the leaf on the

cusp of a breakthrough.

We are in the absence of something,

in emptiness

and searching for

the butterfly (soul)

with whom we (may?) relate.

Shaking, like a leaf,

because I’m not used to this.

I’m not connecting anymore.

Please send a report.

 

I had to fall

to see you at the top.

We are at the cusp of

a breakthrough. 

Being A Smart Ass

Demosthenian

April 15, 2009

Sometimes we yell at

Demosthenian, but 

Usually we cry. 

About Weaknesses

Labrés

March 29, 2009

The curtains open

and I see a

lightness and a darkness.

And I am eternally drawn

to the darkness. 

The thrill,

the chill, 

the possible

kill of the darkness. 

And I thirst after it because

I always have

and always will. 

I want to taste it and

perhaps it will 

be too much for me. 

But I want it

so 

badly.