February 2012
1 post
1 tag
Elevator 2.7.2012
Why the fuck are the doors not closing?
Who’s this tired little lady?
Her eyes are those of a sad cow
They droop down in surrender
Eyebrows arched in despair
The anti-Jack Nicholson
Where are those tits hiding?
The only thing slightly protruding is her belly
No wonder she’s sad.
ಠ_ಠ
It’s not very crowded, yet no less irritating
Some people have no grasp
On the...
May 2011
2 posts
3 tags
Daphne
Your voice is
The necessary addition
To the dissonant melody of my life
It might not be a very good song
But your lyrics prove otherwise
§§§
A human being is not perfect
Yet your flaws seem so minute
The only amplify your absolution
A quality slightly terrifying
But ultimately arousing
§§§
You exclaim in despair
That you cannot deal
Yet your power is well realised
A fact you...
3 tags
Skyline
The skyline will forever be embedded in my mind These eyes have seen many lights Transfixed in the darkest tones of night Many geometric silhouettes Stemming from a concrete earth But none quite like these Here the stars drown in light The visible aura of the metropolis In its constant glow, has little mercy For stars, rising and falling Though much less for ones in descent For each flame burns...
January 2011
1 post
Untitled 01.06.2011, or " I haven't written...
I promised myself this wouldn’t be
another one of those poems where
I verbally weep about the lack of your presence,
your idiosyncrasies, your souvenirs
embedded into my environment
when you are not the real you
but a conceptually ambiguous you
that my mind can alter
with a sentimental equalizer
over- and under- emphasizing specific channels
to morph you into a melody
soothing to...
June 2010
2 posts
6:04 AM
Intoxication and sunrise
Go hand in hand
When the humidity and the cool breeze
Work together to provide harmony
For the entrance into a new day
Simplicity goes a long way
Hand in hand with good company
At the moment
You don’t have to ponder
The meaning of your existence
The purpose of your being
The reflection of yourself
On the rest
It doesn’t matter
The prime of youth
...
I never understood the concept of family
With each permanent home becoming temporary
It is a difficult feat to accomplish
Names, faces, all familiar
Yet they spark no impulses
In the limbic system
Divided not only by space
But by a troublesome indifference
Brewed by years of separation
Absolutely regrettable
Absolutely regretted
There was a time
When blood was more than a liquid
It was a wire running through our souls
...
May 2010
1 post
Lifelinear Update
Hello, my cherished Pitbullians. To the few of you that there are, I would like to say I appreciate your attention, which is an absolute necessity to my sensitive ego. You may have noticed I’m not a standard tumblr user, as my posts aren’t at all frequent in comparison to those of other bloggers; with no intention to offend anyone, this is to say that quality for me is on a higher...
April 2010
1 post
Untitled - 04.13.2010
Not falling asleep
Is probably a sign of imbalance
Or maybe we are not meant to rest
Not under a sky of stars
At least
_______________
Sleep is overrated
Forget homeostasis
Sometimes harm can have therapeutic value
Depending on your partner-in-therapy
She said
_______________
In this case I don’t mind
You couldn’t harm me if you so intended
Therapy unsuccessful
Besides, I was never...
March 2010
4 posts
What
to say when drunk-dialing
would L. Ron do
is keeping me awake
does Marcellus Wallace look like
is the matter with this writer’s block
is the matter with me considering myself a writer
is this atrocity
is the end
“I would much rather be authentic and understood by none, than be a fraud and...”
– Alexei Nemchenko
Untitled - 3.11.2010
Sitting by an open window Waiting for the swift wind To sweep away all the crap Written by a heavy hand Scattered on a filthy desk Met with apathy by most Truly detested by one Nietzsche once said One who despises himself Nonetheless respects himself As one who despises How wrong he was.
“Attachment in women is very much like herpes; it surfaces without expectation...”
– Alexei Nemchenko
February 2010
5 posts
Conversation with Mother
Did you plan to have me Or was I, am I, your son, A mere product of irresponsibility An undesired result of passion Or perhaps a faulty contraceptive She responded with a smile A calm glare was sent across the room Don’t be ridiculous Back then No one used contraceptives It shouldn’t matter, she said You have been given life Your siblings will forever argue Over your conception All...
The Day Begins
The sun sneaks in through a half-open window This is the signal The sour scent of film developer rises Part of a balanced breakfast Without specific agenda Without predispositions The day begins The mirror provides the same shattered image Perhaps slightly worse than the day before Perhaps slightly more distorted The faucet gives a surge of cold water Another disappointment One not easily adapted...
She takes the seat next to me
In a most casual manner
As if history never occurred
As if the bridge still stood
After being consumed by flames of fury
Fueled by whiskey
Sparked by the glowing tip of a cigarette
She sits still in silence
In a most peculiar way
As if no throat had been sore from screams of pain
As if no hands dissected the air, once and again
Fueled by the absence of equilibrium
Sparked by a subtle...
Coffee
I can’t seem to break The physical barrier But why She’s attractive The conversation steers into an unclear direction Seems I’ve been here before Awkward, yet somehow adequate I gaze at the bottom of my cup No ideas there How bland Resorting to generic questions is painful No personality required She’s not impressed I could be wrong Hopefully
11:26 PM
I was a terrible son Is the recurring thought in his head Transferring with impulses in the chamber above Though not much has changed; He’s still pretty fucking bad Hypocrisy: the number one anti-drug Happens to be his addiction of choice He condemns all but himself in the tide of failure Yet the element of surprise is absent A fact itself lacking in surprise A hand resembling a pistol in...