Poetry
Amanda
15/09/10 09:01
A post snowstorm new years weekend,
Amanda: the only single girl at my celebration
You wanted to down absinthe and watch girls gone wild
You were a suicide girl, waiting on the photoshoot proofs.
You liked my beard. I grew it for another.
She couldn't care less.
You said I looked like someone on TV.
Big Bang Theory.
Next thing I know we're texting in secret
Silent tremors foretelling foreplay communiques
We became conspirators, smoking cigarettes as the snow fell
Great minds think alike; i loved your ideas
On a bed where I once whispered lover's secrets,
Dreamt an imaginary castle for an ficticious queen,
We sought out a realization, a connection
Our conspiracy crafts a carnal collision course.
You were just what I needed.
You were the exact opposite of her.
No better way to celebrate the new year,
Then new bruises to match my fresh set of scars.
That blurry line between pleasure and pain
Keeps Misfiring.
I don't care what you do to me right now,
Feeling anything at all reminds I'm still here.
Your marks meant collared shirts for a week,
You ran my stereo like you owned the place,
You bit, bucked, kicked, clawed, pulled and sucked,
This wasn't love, it was war -- loser sleeps in the wet spot.
That was just standing up. Your legs coiled around me,
Your nails raking me open, drawing blood,
The last time I was this crazy I was 20.
You tell me not to hold back. I wonder if I can keep up.
My turn, I pin you to the bed. I hover just out of reach.
Teasing you, taunting you, teaching you.
We lock eyes, and I see in them your surprise and delight,
Whatever happens, this is our night.
My turn, my rules.
Let me show you what this stray dog learned
Back when I belonged to someone.
You can pull off fast, but can you handle slow?
Your body's like a book to me,
Its story made plain to those who can read it
I can see all your soft spots and your hidden desire,
and I intend to hit them all as I feed it.
As I caress your legs,
I find the burns from when your Kentucky home burnt down
Fortunate child, almost unscathed from the inferno,
Hiding the wounds from the camera when you pose
As I rub your body,
I find the scars left from an all too physical ex husband.
Demented, Intolerant, Filled with Rage,
A mistake you made at a younger age.
As I explore your arms,
I find the tattoo you sport in honor of your daughter
Her birth, her name, your design, Honoring your passage
from maiden to matron with her birth
As I nibble your neck,
I see the single tear of joy
Escape before you wipe it away
You had no idea it could be like this, did you?
I forget sometimes that face to face
is too personal for a texting generation
so i stop and hold you there, nose to nose
eskimo kissing as you silently shudder
Wordless, we search one aonther's face
Your make-up stained my pillow case
You can't tell if I found what I'm searching for
I had it once, but nevermore.
Wordless we kiss as the candles burn out
Searching in silence and ignoring all doubts,
We sigh the sigh of the satisfied,
a little death shared, to make us feel alive.
Gently now, we pause to sleep.
The sun is creeping in from East
We have the week, before she leaves.
Where Every Night Is New Year's Eve.
Amanda: the only single girl at my celebration
You wanted to down absinthe and watch girls gone wild
You were a suicide girl, waiting on the photoshoot proofs.
You liked my beard. I grew it for another.
She couldn't care less.
You said I looked like someone on TV.
Big Bang Theory.
Next thing I know we're texting in secret
Silent tremors foretelling foreplay communiques
We became conspirators, smoking cigarettes as the snow fell
Great minds think alike; i loved your ideas
On a bed where I once whispered lover's secrets,
Dreamt an imaginary castle for an ficticious queen,
We sought out a realization, a connection
Our conspiracy crafts a carnal collision course.
You were just what I needed.
You were the exact opposite of her.
No better way to celebrate the new year,
Then new bruises to match my fresh set of scars.
That blurry line between pleasure and pain
Keeps Misfiring.
I don't care what you do to me right now,
Feeling anything at all reminds I'm still here.
Your marks meant collared shirts for a week,
You ran my stereo like you owned the place,
You bit, bucked, kicked, clawed, pulled and sucked,
This wasn't love, it was war -- loser sleeps in the wet spot.
That was just standing up. Your legs coiled around me,
Your nails raking me open, drawing blood,
The last time I was this crazy I was 20.
You tell me not to hold back. I wonder if I can keep up.
My turn, I pin you to the bed. I hover just out of reach.
Teasing you, taunting you, teaching you.
We lock eyes, and I see in them your surprise and delight,
Whatever happens, this is our night.
My turn, my rules.
Let me show you what this stray dog learned
Back when I belonged to someone.
You can pull off fast, but can you handle slow?
Your body's like a book to me,
Its story made plain to those who can read it
I can see all your soft spots and your hidden desire,
and I intend to hit them all as I feed it.
As I caress your legs,
I find the burns from when your Kentucky home burnt down
Fortunate child, almost unscathed from the inferno,
Hiding the wounds from the camera when you pose
As I rub your body,
I find the scars left from an all too physical ex husband.
Demented, Intolerant, Filled with Rage,
A mistake you made at a younger age.
As I explore your arms,
I find the tattoo you sport in honor of your daughter
Her birth, her name, your design, Honoring your passage
from maiden to matron with her birth
As I nibble your neck,
I see the single tear of joy
Escape before you wipe it away
You had no idea it could be like this, did you?
I forget sometimes that face to face
is too personal for a texting generation
so i stop and hold you there, nose to nose
eskimo kissing as you silently shudder
Wordless, we search one aonther's face
Your make-up stained my pillow case
You can't tell if I found what I'm searching for
I had it once, but nevermore.
Wordless we kiss as the candles burn out
Searching in silence and ignoring all doubts,
We sigh the sigh of the satisfied,
a little death shared, to make us feel alive.
Gently now, we pause to sleep.
The sun is creeping in from East
We have the week, before she leaves.
Where Every Night Is New Year's Eve.
Fanatasies, Unfulfilled
26/08/10 01:34
In this blog post, the artist present a found poem.
This poem was found by the artist while on a OCD-ish cleaning streak. It is a check list made by two lovers of fantasies they compiled in good times. The artist presents a selection from that list of all the fantasies left incomplete.
“Fantasies, Unfulfilled”
Play With Body Paint
Silk Sheets
Go on a cruise together
A weekend at a bed and breakfast
See how slow we can make love and have it still be amazing
Play with Ice
Go Swing Dancing
Take you to “Little Breakneck”, an amazing place that was a big part of my childhood
Play naked hide-and-go-seek
Rub your back until you fall asleep
Make snow angels together
Make you laugh so hard that Milk comes out your nose
Sex on the hood of one of our cars
Play Chess together
Play real-life 007 with squirt guns in the summer
At least once, go to the Unitarian Universalist Church in Morgantown
Watch the clouds, stars, or eclipse
Surprise you with food at work
Go as matching costumes to a halloween party (you like ninja turtles?)
Play strip poker / strip battleship
Ride on a Ferris Wheel together
Take a bubble bath together
Marry you
Honeymoon in Disneyworld
I
This poem was found by the artist while on a OCD-ish cleaning streak. It is a check list made by two lovers of fantasies they compiled in good times. The artist presents a selection from that list of all the fantasies left incomplete.
“Fantasies, Unfulfilled”
Play With Body Paint
Silk Sheets
Go on a cruise together
A weekend at a bed and breakfast
See how slow we can make love and have it still be amazing
Play with Ice
Go Swing Dancing
Take you to “Little Breakneck”, an amazing place that was a big part of my childhood
Play naked hide-and-go-seek
Rub your back until you fall asleep
Make snow angels together
Make you laugh so hard that Milk comes out your nose
Sex on the hood of one of our cars
Play Chess together
Play real-life 007 with squirt guns in the summer
At least once, go to the Unitarian Universalist Church in Morgantown
Watch the clouds, stars, or eclipse
Surprise you with food at work
Go as matching costumes to a halloween party (you like ninja turtles?)
Play strip poker / strip battleship
Ride on a Ferris Wheel together
Take a bubble bath together
Marry you
Honeymoon in Disneyworld
I
Found Poetry in The Reinvention Handbook
06/04/10 21:20
So, digging through my notes for my defense, I’ve been putting together study outlines that break down what I’m likely to get quizzed on during my oral defense.
I’ve been using this old tablet I dug out from under my bed that was mostly blank.
I didn’t flip to the front to see it was my “Re-invention Handbook” from 2005, when Erin and I had broken up (because of a certain tryst on my part with a girl named Julie) and it was filled with my old crappy poetry. I thought I’d take a quick 10 minute break to share a few select pieces.
You are most beautiful with your make up off,
Your glasses on, your nose buried in a book.
Your mind lost deep in thought.
-4/10/2005
I’m staring at a thousand little pieces
All of them reflections
Of what’s inside me.
You’re always the last one to know.
Nobody says anything
Until it shows.
-4/10/2005
A quick positive memory
I remember when we watched Donnie Darko
at 4am in the dark on Craig St.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms,
In that friendly way.
Neither of us meant for it to happen.
I wasn’t crossing any lines.
I wasn’t breaking any promises.
You slept so peacefully through the second half.
I’ll always remember that.
-4/10/2005
There is more, but these quick sketches are all I really feel like sharing.
Oh...one more:
Untitled:
I think Jack Baurer is
A douchebag who should smoke
crack for a living.
-4/10/2005
(I was obviously not a fan of 24.)
I’ve been using this old tablet I dug out from under my bed that was mostly blank.
I didn’t flip to the front to see it was my “Re-invention Handbook” from 2005, when Erin and I had broken up (because of a certain tryst on my part with a girl named Julie) and it was filled with my old crappy poetry. I thought I’d take a quick 10 minute break to share a few select pieces.
Universal Truth #51
For the coffee house girls:You are most beautiful with your make up off,
Your glasses on, your nose buried in a book.
Your mind lost deep in thought.
-4/10/2005
Chris #1
The mirror brokeI’m staring at a thousand little pieces
All of them reflections
Of what’s inside me.
You’re always the last one to know.
Nobody says anything
Until it shows.
-4/10/2005
Julie #4
A quick positive memory
I remember when we watched Donnie Darko
at 4am in the dark on Craig St.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms,
In that friendly way.
Neither of us meant for it to happen.
I wasn’t crossing any lines.
I wasn’t breaking any promises.
You slept so peacefully through the second half.
I’ll always remember that.
-4/10/2005
There is more, but these quick sketches are all I really feel like sharing.
Oh...one more:
Untitled:
I think Jack Baurer is
A douchebag who should smoke
crack for a living.
-4/10/2005
(I was obviously not a fan of 24.)