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Post-it Poetry

My heart is in conflict.
My mind is caught in fantasy.
You are a parade, a beautiful wave crashing through my head.
Heavy imprints, your feet leave.

I'm healing, I'm seething.
It's you I see through the debris.

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All the idle time you must have now.
So much to say, you don't deserve to hear.
Would you even pay heed?
That's right, you couldn't.
The effort that you let slip,
when your tongue swelled in your mouth.
Skewered by your silence.
I can take it.
With my endless empathy.
Where's my fucking apology?
How dare I expect you to evolve.
What a crime, to care.
Let down by all the same mistakes.
How dare I ask you to change.

I gave all I had to someone unworthy.
He spurned me.

I found comfort in another man's company.

He whispers the right words. His elegance soothes me.

I lost my inhibition in the ease of our conversation.

The heat that rises with mere insinuation.
How long I've lusted.

Tear into me with the force of languid anticipation.

This bed on fire.
Set my skin alight.
Oblige me all night.

This immeasurable manumit.

My consort in this cosmic commotion.

Lost myself in your arms,
I came to you wounded,
Found ground sturdy enough to walk upon,
Now you’re winning at killing me,
As I regain my strength, you race against me,
One day this spool will snap,
Sick in my gut,
Could this ever work?
Every pore has swelled with doubt,
But I can’t persuade my hesitant uncertainty,
Stunted, despite being a skeptic from the start,
I mistook your sincerity,
Please disprove me.

The illusory phase has faded,
a broken window that once faced a favourable future.
You’ve given up impressing me.
Lacklustre love is all that’s lingering.
Armorous amputees.
I regret sewing my lips when you upset me.
An unfamiliar need to self-suppress.
It’s a constant battle not to leave,
at the slightest sight of trouble.

You construct such heights,
a pedestal to place me.
You rupturing the structure,
slipping through the energy invested.
I want to release this hold I have on you,
but you keep me caught between clenched jaws.
Jagged teeth, rip into me.
I walked willingly, precariously,
terrified and trembling,
trying not to be angry,
in suffering the contingency that comes with leniency.
Can I bend, can I flex?
I've been resilient to give,
so spoiled and unadulterated.
Is there room in me for forgiveness?

I've collected the scraps of clumsy words from my sketchbook scrawlings. They have been adding up very slowly. Some are unfinished (and will surely remain so).



What the heart wants,
Another cannot sate.
Our timing is misaligning,
But you are worth the wait.
Our daily rite must suffice.

A new sense of satisfaction,
Instilled underneath,
A correct motion,
A reach that grasps,
Plead that it not slip,
I can feel it between my fingers,
Light and lithe,
As I wished, it was delivered,
 Persuaded by the possibility,
Practicing patience,
In a tiresome torment.

A flushing face,
Desirious delight,
A voice so vivacious,
A genuine heart,
Introductory in incandescence,
A handsome hero,
drawn from ideality,
Fluency in conversation,
You take the lead.

A descent in desire,
The fire does die,
Left with a shred of hope,
The hype could heighten,
I contest for clarity,
Muffled by my nerves
To see you observant,
So far to fall,
Assess the individual,
Is he content to coast?

 I think I’ll always be,
Shadowed by misery,
Relentlessly it hunts me,
A battle in loneliness,
Imbued by rhythmic affliction.

I wrote this while at work last night. I fixed it up a bit below!

A quick succession,

feign the fortitude,
no resilience against your unrepentant repeal.
Erasure of any trace of history,
distinct in the way you speak.
I'll bandage my heart,  restart and efface,
Leave you believing I was stronger than I could be.
Placate this raging wave.
I had to fall prey,
a humourless mistake,
to have you torture me in such a depleting way.
A lethal lashing, you unknowingly distribute.
A pitiful piercing I pursued with persistence.
Unspoken truce, affirmation received in riddles.

This cruel city has swallowed me,
I live day to day so absently.
Not mine to grieve,
yet I bereave,
near insanity.
A fusion of formality and fissure,
a chip in the bone,
a crack in the core.
Follow me phonetically.
Your face once adored, I abhor.

A salty sealant,
assail me abstractly,
a slated complacency.

It's been too long since I've written. Here's a quick one that jumped onto the page while I was listening to the lovely Dave Dixon at work. If you can't read my scratchings, I'll type it out below.

It's open season,
and I'm not feeding.
Decided to declare defeat.
It was ambitious to admire,
a person too sharp to swallow.
Replenish in recovery,
but you refute the ambulatory.
Emergent effigy,
the scope of your disease.
Dig into me, the inkless needle,
anchored to antecede,
your abnegation.

Let's make this mess.
I will become a casualty.
A heart to break,
already tread upon.
Incinerate the excitement,
buried by the benal.
I utter with urgency,
swathe me in sinuosity.
Nevermind what's been belied.
Falling for the fallactious.
Aware of what I'm in.

I’ll remain stateless,
Sated with desire,
Felt the electricity igniting between,
You facing me, couldn’t remove the gaze,
Enflamed in the intensity,
Surmounting compulsion to connect,
Your unexpected touch,
Tugging at my clothes, at my heart,
Finding the route into the rabbit hole,
Swallowed with enthusiasm,
You lit a fire that I thought I could control,
Now I’m aching in the places that you gripped.

With no promise of a future,
I tried to take it in my hands,
But I am not strong enough to resist,
I keep tripping on the way down.

I can’t understand the analysis,
the logistics of how it unfolded.
I return to the moment your lips met mine,
and the silence that followed.
Your tongue stole the words.

My inspiration took a vacation. Finally it has returned.

I walk,

while the wind blows my chest open.

I will freeze, if only to feel something,

be it pain, be it blood,

a reminder of any vivacity.

Floating adrift, irrevocably deep,

no call can beckon me.

Suspended in space,

my insides evacuated.

Let my body be barraged by rocks below.

Engraved by apostasy,

Allowing allusory ascention.

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An autre.

Mountains of morose,

my sorrows can't find a home.

Traveling on my sleeve,

bared by unraveling cloth.

Naked with nowhere to go.

Prevailed permanency.

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I feel the limits of my strength,

walls I relentlessly tear,

wounded by their constrictive fabric.

Making myself an enemy,

mistaking deception for sincerity.

In naivety,

I proceed as I please.

Eyes above, there is no ceiling.

Braced for the dark descent.

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An olderish one that is also craptacular...

He sings in a way that soothes me,
mesmerized by the slide of his fingers,
he watches the music as it fills him,
like colours only he can see,
my bones are bared when he fixes his eyes upon me.

Words laced with logic,
a round routine I let you lead,
to sustain what I wish to maintain,
these nights so few and far between.

You publicly profess with uninhibited lips,
but suffuse much separation.

A few bits and pieces I've been working on... which are quite terrible really!

threaten to depart,
we can't afford the dwindling time,
lives spent idling,
I seek perpetual motion,
a need to ascend,
a set of standards,
if you cannot abide, fall by the wayside,
once you kill it, there is no resuscitation,
I won't spring alive,
better bury me deeply.

you've become a sucking hole,
better spent invested elsewhere,
I don't relish these games,
silent and neglectful,
hate to be ignored,
my patience worn,
feeling like a fishing line,
cast away and repetitiously reeled,
it's a cycle that leaves my body sore,
I shall serve you some.
How did this dissention come?
abhorrent irreverence.

A wretched weakness,
I must employ an army to defend,
detonate this vulnerability you've placed upon me,
an incurable curse,
a regrettable reliability,
pestilent predicament you've put me in,
forced into a corner whilst you cowardly escape.

Not so finished...


Weary and worn,
A thin existence,
I tried to revive the days you seemed alive,
But your chest has been vacant since I was a child,
I couldn’t change your despondency.
Cool and uncaring,
You fail to surprise,
With your acrimonious lines,
A speech thick with denigration,
Is this the man that’s meant to shape me?
What could I learn, instruction in revile?
Ensphered by insular certitude…

We sat in the sunlight,
I leaned into you, your gaze drifted away,
Feeling fabricated,
your invested interest,
Oversaturated and heavy,
You placated me until I was willing,

I wish I believed,
A languish pursuit,
Ill at ease,
There will be no resolve in your absence,
Only a longing to move on,

You professed you have oceanic emotions,
Overcome by the rushing sensations,
Perspective comes at a cost.

My tepid attempts at affection,
I respond in haphazard hesitancy,
Still you took me,
You came on strong,
I became transfixed.
Surfeit swelling, weakened by the need,
Shedding patience, shedding armour.

2.
Such a small inkling feeling,
A change in pace,
Enough to subsist upon,
I sense you watching me,
Cloaked in shadows,
You will fall into the sequence,
Of lives imagined and forgotten,
You will let me down,
A sickeningly sweet sound,
So elegantly off pitch,
A cortege in corridors,
I engage in perilous visions,
Malaise in moribund,
Wearing my austerity,
Surmounting part of me.

1.
At the pace we move,
Incoherent, inefficacious,
A state cirrose,
We both can’t be bothered,
Occasional endeavor,
as solicitous solitude assails,
silently assent, indocile

Subservient to your needs,
Trodden by the emission of your heat,
Meet me in Marseille,
Where aberrant, I will writhe,
Elicit sedition, elide the crowd,
Resolute in my captious charge.

My body is diseased,
Vines are strangling me,
I can feel my veins stretch,
On the verge of bursting,
When I need it most,
Sleep evades me.

Wretched twisting in my gut,
Knots rewinding,
Forgotten breath,
Where have you been hiding?

Skin is tight and raw,
Hollowing out sockets,
Bruised and black,
A thin existence,
As the sun is rising,

I’ve got the pushing, pushing on my brain,
Before we’re even acquainted,
I’ve undressed you.
The liberated marauder feeds.

I think I may have skipped a few penned in the recent past. I'm sensing a reason for their omission...

6.
The love of language,
your vetted letters.
Involuntary emission of inexorable exhortation,
react in reservation.
My deviation from formality makes you rescind so,
I hunt for means to lengthen our liaise.
The desire to beckon your attention, sedulously extant
A surreptitious seduction, I am scheming.
Impenetrable, your deflective surface

I will pursue you with vehement veneration,
intent to unhinge.
Disarmed by gentle charm.


5.
It takes a plunge,
sinking beneath the ocean floor.
Cosseted by the entrenching earth,
the heaviness in my chest,
will unremittingly lead me to effusion,
scripted effluency.
Backwards, accelerated attrition,
you’ll regard me an effigy,
inference offered placidly,
an advantage to pick at the prey.
A palpable paucity of cordial contention.
Cage my feelings, in fear of release.

I wait for your words,
knowing the absence of leisure,
your deluging diary.
So I sent with you, a reminding melody,
the only connection held between.
I miss the reticence,
a delay in the momentum of formative exchange.
The faster I create, the sooner it will resume.
I can only impetrate, a thread of thought will alight a compulsion to connect.


4.
Starting from the bottom,
never an easy task.
While I watch the others ascend with no difficulty,
they’ve been born with gifts,
I’ve always fought to acquire.
Allowing self sympathy to consume me,
soaked with contemptuous lament.
Will I deride inside until the erosion kills me?
Fettered by foreboding forlorn.


3.
I can’t make you the villain,
I want you to play.
Expecting you to read my illegible clues,
which no one can do.
Who could comprehend my subtle implications?
On a whim, act to suit my mood,
while I swing, swing, violently,
to a darker hue.
You haven’t met this side of me yet,
but it has been dawning.
Can you deal with the difficulty?
No truer test.
Will my attention digress,
before you quit?


2.
Finally getting to where I never thought I’d be,
didn’t expect it to pan out.
All I want is to be close,
attached by our lips,
wondering where life is leading us too,
taking pleasure in the ride.
The delight seems off kilter,
the high I get from you,
oddly impassioned,
anomalous insistency,
fighting to detach,
there’s a strain,
a struggle to detain my heart
from leaping into your hands,
it might be too late,
already escaped,
and found lodging in your limbs.


1.
Let this be another lesson learned.
Why wait for an unwilling party,
While flooded by winning opposition.
The temptation has recoiled,
I’m no longer your marionette.
Ready to wander in friendly forests,
with arms so eager,
being where they wish.
While you reluct, I am not waiting.
I thought our futures would fuse,
But I waive those expectations.

I resign my rear view mirror,
I’ve spent too much time in reverse.

I can’t ice this fever,
Enough to placate,
This raging fire,
My mind + hearts desire,
A presence permanently etched,
Returning to me unexpectedly,
Nightly,
With a force that fills me,
Between breaths that are hard to catch,
In the still and silent I seek you,
Pleading to feed this appetite,
Scavenging for scenarios to speculate,
Our next encounter,
I initiate and yearn to further,
Could my creativity be leading me to peaks I never intend to climb?
Just delight in its cavernous ecstasy
Encouraged by the images fabricated,
Ignoring the inanity, my inamorato.

I love inspirational music. At last a song that propelled me into writing.




Curse this romantic imagination,
it’s infectious conciliation,
The counterpart of what we can be convinced,
The reality of it is heartbreak,
How we can both be moved by something,
And feel so connected,
While we’re both so far away,
Live such separate lives,
wishing to intertwine,
All that’s yours and mine,
I’ll believe your mind is inquiring,
When it’s still fastened to the seams.
Your general disinterest in analysis,
Questions you will never ask,
another bend, I become lost behind,
what comes next.
Finally a frequency that suits me.
But I’m almost inaudible.

I seek to receive what I can never retrieve.
There must be a cure.
Ultimately what I abhor, I adore.
I must be a masochist, locking myself in your chains.
Nearing the verge of fracture,
I can no longer withstand pretending nor your pretension.
I have been your consistency when you needed me.
My patience has expired, wishing for love to retire.
Poured into a bottomless cache.
A release, some relief, if I must let go.
Too burdensome for my soul to bear at length.
Comfort in leaving the truth in your ear.
Now your response, allow me to predict.

When logic begins to listen to the heart,
What it wants, what it will never have,
Cannot leave the past to rot,
The cycle should have turned to soil by now,
Nothing grows, no richness sown,
Infected by the traces that blight the new.
Irruptive, I’m indignant.
Hell hath no fury like a woman ridden with malady.
Bore by your compression,
bet you wish you could reverse.
Wasn’t such a wise exercise.

More random bits

It’s cruel to guard the truth
All the measures we take to delude ourselves,
Clung to undue hope,
Would be better spent letting go…
But you never know
Won’t let this impediment take control.


This robot heart is revived,
Knots tied and winding tighter,
Answers unknown are grating my skin,
Hung up my sanity,
I didn’t want to be,
Pushing pushing pushing,
If I could infact retract,
I’ve been attempting to recoil,
Impede the incoming,
To reclaim my barren state,
Deflect your desiccated dialogue.

I have finally forced time to rekindle my habitual writing.

Didn’t see a struggle,
When it came to fighting feelings for you,
suppression isn’t easy as planned,
designed to be deliberate,
transient
now an unconventional compulsion,
I find myself acting,
Before thinking,
Admission refusal,
Convincing myself confused,
A dissoluting dissuasion,
I can’t lose you even if wish to,
When I’m waning, I want you more

As clumsy as we are,
a lesson in primacy,
shedding trivial principles
and sovereign intuitive instincts.

I have managed to sneak some poetry into my current design project. Seems the only way I could find the time to write these days.

1.
I will defy
set restrictions
in place by someone else
standards I refute
forego forbearance
contrived for contrition
so long i’ve been desisted by decorous decree
free to follow through uninhibited
activate the unabashed

2.
A day to negate
which i belied at night
a furtive fervour
too much trouble to trace
tepid and taciturn
steps to stave the morose maudlin

3.
Just a quick confusion
before notes start to blur
longing to be left
clinging to the crimson
light in a familiar valley
a chimera in bloom
emotive and alive
married to the paper
crinkled under heavy pens
has sworn its secrecy
most diligently
didactic dictionary staring back at me
the words come with fluidity

I’ve got a lot of pain,
That I work hard to disguise,
Behind each smile,
There lies a suppressed strain

I can feel it coming on,
With a shiver down my spine,

So many wonder why,
But I can’t explain,
Like some fucked up phenomenal eclipse,
With the moon rising, the gnawing starts
I am powerless to its resolute army
Despite defeat, it ceases to deter me.

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I can be as still as a statue,
frozen as a deer caught in headlights,
it's no surprise,
the product of my mechanical insides,
enacted as a camouflage,
the fear of being noticed,
but never wanting to fade.

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You shouldn’t worry I have been unfastened for eons,
But I will forever be able to cradle the one I used to love,
And still watch you leave in the morning,
You might not understand,
But I can live like this,
go years with an absent kiss,
I wouldn’t prefer it that way,
If there’s another choice, I am unaware.

I wouldn’t know what to do with a man like you,
How would I cope?
I’m not used to being copasetic
Cohesive
Molded into what being alone has made me,
Irresolute.
Holding out for something supreme,
I quit taking in the rogues,
A sharp halt to rationing provisions,
Stay open, stay hoping,
Optimism has long abandoned,
But I’ve settled into a blissful unconsciousness
I know nothing but self-reliance.
Everything italics
I kill the idea before it swells,
and wait for someone to hunt me.

We were just kids,
You were a slum I visited out of pity,
during a mission to alleviate my conscience,
Your actions nothing less than contemptible
No matter how much you profess to have reformed,
You are just as misguided as you ever were.
It’s a relief that you’ve discovered you’re inadequate,
Because I’m not strong enough to turn away a beggar in need.

Would it make a difference,
If I bullshit,
What sequence in the universe would shift?
How would you ever know?
Humanity has lost me,
Who would want to be a part?
A society of surface design,
Nothing beyond esthetic,
It’s fucking pathetic,
We’re all too lazy to make a change,
too disinterested to say anything,
attention consumed by our romance with technology,
in love with robots and onscreen personalities
pedophiles and online predators,
could be charming in conversation,
choosing sterile over tactile,
without delay,
I prefer the touch of human flesh,
A prolonged climax,
A physical caress
Nothing is more magnetic,
Chemistry can’t be cumulated via automation.
artificial simulation cannot emulate legit stimulation.

3 Separate tangents, but presented in one go for a quick catch-up!

All this time, I’ve managed to compartmentalize

Keep you out of mind,

Still I hold a shred of hope,

That maybe in the future,

I will be your bric a brac
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How untamed you’ve become,

It’s laden in your ancestry, A life I long to live,

You construct the profundity I seek,

An exemplary example,

With passion you preach your practice,

Adventure on your tongue,

It’s written in our history,

A connection not undone,

Compulsion to coincide with nature’s implicit delicacy,

We fight for the same team,

Years before we nought knew the venues we’d explore,

Would align our paths.

It’s impossible to ignore your ubiquitous masculinity.

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Let me take one moment to address this,

Your impetuous impediment,

Winding yourself in a wheel,

Derailed and headed for destruction,

Too eager to please,

Too egoistic to lift a finger,

Fuck the endeavor to salvage,

May the feeble fall,

If they shatter, you won’t answer the call.

Every woman for herself.

A trite tactic,

Contrived from discordance

A status change, the real reason has a name,

and she’s true to your tastes.

I'm so fucking tired of this,
letting my heart take precedence,
it only curls up next to trouble,
sleeping with an enemy that I know will crush me,
the lengths I bend and extend to please another,
simply sentence me to suffer,
is it a choice?
is the will my own?

A family full of fakes,
if the truth is too painful,
they can't face it.

I like you because you never shield what is real,
I'd rather the injury than the indemnity,
the ones I love are liars,
how am I expected to just accept it?

This spoon you've thrust down my throat,
I've tried to spit out, but you keep forcing your inculcated fiction.

Please bring me amnesty, spare me a life of expurgation,
a profession of pacification.
I won't visit you on the isle of denial.

And I curl up, close my eyes and imagine a cocoon,
crawling up around me,
like a second skin that I can escape in,
turn on the sound, slow and considerate,
my mind racing forward,
scenes, substance of only dreams,
withering under the realm of reality,
inconceivable, simply not feasible.

(A vessel with no words, a shell scratching pen, making hapless marks. Dry is the opulence, drank by avaricious others, til pockets aplenty. Left to remain inane, thought to have surmounted. Your surrogate muse, in proclivity, you address me + I adhere, wishing to remove the label, but it's sewn so deeply.)

This poem doesn't feel finished yet, although I've got nothing to add at the moment.

We can’t leave the past alone,
But still progress,
Have we any traces of who we used to be?
Untied all the knots to each other,
I can’t unfasten myself from you,
I’m tired of giving and not getting back
Impossible to ascertain how far your feelings extend,
Our faces grinning at one another,
Weightless inclination in my chest,
I reel and refrain, from what my body begs me to do,
instead I wait for you to move,
at this rate, we are travelling nowhere,
but safely where we can be upheld,
and composure comes easily.
My absent mind betrays me to amuse you,
As long as I make you laugh,
I’ll be the object of ridicule.

Always a little too honest,
Far too eager to share,
A desire to please you,
Overrides my obstinacy.

Live a humble life,
meandering in melancholy,
a break in the sashay, in an artificial way.
I can't tell a story,
but I follow the strings,
they tug and tear at my heart,
a palpitating interruption,
I dug out the tincture,
a subtle strum is soothing,
the weakness is waning,
warrant of a wraith.
Everybody wants an echo,
a record to beat,
a sudatory heat.

Are you evading me?
Did I rupture the unscathed surface, of some contented plateau?
where were we traveling?
never setting foot beyond safety,
I am tired of not taking action,
but I don't want to take advantage of your ambivalence,
it frustrates me that you live between extremes, no fluctuation,
your lyrics mislead, falsifying personality.
when it's only endless flat topography.

I went home and to see my wonderful friend Veronica get hitched in Cuba over the Easter break. Some writing went down and were recorded in my travel book. Here are my thoughts as they appear.

As you can tell by the title/scribbles, I wrote this on a very bumpy bus journey.

Being outside on a beautiful day is very conducive to poetry flow.

Why not amalgamate a couple of ostracized poems that have been sitting on the sidelines!

It's all just noise,
in my ears, I can't focus,
invading my sleep,
they are getting through to me,
I've gotten so good at forgetting you exist.
Making up my mind,
then recant.
Answers while cataleptic,
this could be a disaster.
Asphyxia contigo.
Assay with a closed eye.
What is your intent?

I have it, but I will lose it as soon as..
if you don't cultivate it,
it needs attention.
Cannot expect me to carry a penchant for an unresponsive party.
I dropped the atom,
but you must be bomb-resistant.
I didn't take shelter,
slivers of skin and shrapnel.
greeted by apathy,
Your equivocality is infuriating.
Just another incision in the framework.

I miscalculated your predilection for our antiquity.

Sticky note poem 1.

More sketch book poems! I may have already posted these digitally, but thought I would toss these in to shake things up.

The time I spend with you in my head,
I am your mirror mirror on the wall,
projecting the image you want to see,
but your attention is only directed inwards,
inconsideration, let me dry your boots,
you've been pacing in muddy fields again.

Self-reflection was never meant to extend,
beyond the lengths you push it.
I thought the bubble would burst,
its flexibility must be boundless.

Surmounting tendencies are palpably overlooked.
I don't want to be your ego food.

Another aneurysm,
you slam dunk it down my throat.
Only too eager to dispel my theory,
blot out my increment of hope,
at a perilous moment.

Now everything has been excavated,
it that what you were after?
To stifle my song?

Inflation didn't last long.
You were armed ready with the needle.

How life can change,
from one day to the next,
each breathes different than the last.

A surprise, you might be my kind.
Reading a fresh expression in your eye,
is it the light of the ethereal moon?

The feeling fades,
as ephemeral as it dithered,
you are looking less refined,
still pleased to see me.

The tone dies transitory.
I forget to watch for your ocular exposé,
exerting an efflux of futile dialogue.
You allow the wind to carry it away,
rousing a rout.

What is the depth of the connection?
I wish I could sense it,
without gaiting back bemused.

I feel like there's some dishonesty,
in the way you speak to me,
swayed to believe what is ours is mine,
something genuine.

It must be an illusion,
you paint every charm you collect.
Remuneration for loyalty,
I see it exhibited publicly,
the special quality that subsisted and your credibility,
waned.

Something different. Since the majority of my poems are scribbled decoratively in my sketchbook or loose paper, I thought I would include it's original format, instead of boring bits of text.


In case you can't read the poem part, this is what it says:

A symposium of feeling,
make me a marionette,
tangled in thread you have tied to me,
please make your entrance,
visions that swathe,
I am eager and waiting,
trivial are the thorns embedded,
your softness is inviting.

These lines have been open,
For quite some time,
And the conversation is getting heavy,
Incinerating, like a slow coal fire,
The idea is burning in the back of my head,
Nostalgia is appetizing,
Where’s the harm when we’ve been there before?
I know all your escapades,
But it doesn’t make a difference,
Let’s disregard the consequences,
And bask/marinate in our glory,
When I need a shoulder,
You use your sleeve to dry my eyes,
Complete the cylinder,
I’ve become quarry to your intonation,
I can’t eradicate this phenylethylamine path.

I had these scribbled in my notebook from daydreaming during class, even though they stink.. at least it served its purpose!

I am not a ghost I know,
but still a hollowed existence,
I dreamed of change,
now I can't shake that eerie feeling,
I grew and became estranged,
Who am I, I ask you,
Someone so familiar must hold all the answers,
Too far from where I left myself,
Days where I fall into my old skin are few and far between,
Could it be in a language I learned?
Taken by it.
This must be some transition.

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I have seen you before,
you recognize my face,
could it be I have created a lasting impression?
will you reveal yourself slowly?
can we find each other?
glimpses of sides I seek,
intangibly, uncontrolled intrigue,
synthesized with my style,
drawn in by your warmth,
resplendent resonance inside,
please keep communicating.

this is potentially unfinished...

These secrets I will never tell,
Private penchants held,
To keep just for me,
A chemistry that feeds,
Delving deeper each time we meet,
I fumble to function,
Umbrella me with your indigenous romanticity,
Qui faites ce pas?
Etch your way in,
I’m an amorist, perpetually spilling.