twenty / something by successwithhonor, literature
Literature
twenty / something
growing up means :
bird metaphors are becoming trite / i must no longer write
about leaving the nest but decide where i can find a place to build.
like this we all pay our rents. i think about Franklin and his taxes
/ skull collector / his eventual place in the dirt / a nest of paper : currency
of misappropriated quotes.
i return home / find my poster of Che folded into tablecloth /
critical theory textbooks mothballed into the ivory of closet.
/ by home : i mean nest / or conjugal remembrance.
when i dream anymore, it’s about equity / fringe benefi
With each day, bed feels warm.
Outside just cold and torn.
One more hour, just a minute.
Clinging to the seconds, as they
quickly slip right through.
Sunshine hours, so forlorn, stumble
slowly through the daze.
Till darkness comes again, warm
soft pillows numb that craze.
I want to learn to be alive.
So I can feel enough to
Crack a smile.
I want to know,
What is a purpose,
What is a purpose?
And if one will hang around for a while.
I want to breathe a fresher breath,
Before I succumb to the kiss of death.
I want to be more than I am right now,
But I am higher than the stars.
I'm out of my head,
I'm out of my head, she said.
And I said, "yes I am by far.".
I believe in a power oh so strong,
Maybe I'm the ignorant bigot type.
If everything happens without meaning for a reason,
Well then I guess that I feel alright.
In the end
through the
dew-drops
rolling down your freckled face
you said
let’s find a place
where things cannot
ever
fall away,
– and I just didn’t comprehend.
By then
I felt only invited
as you surveyed
the broken map
of our histories
so sudden you were
so frantic
to nullify each valley,
to flatten every beating crest
we ever climbed.
I saw, your eyes divine
your blood so urgent
to hammer out
even the minor corrugations
of our pairing.
(By then,
the cold velocity of each of us
had aged our faces
and stole our weight)
So - when upon the table
that yardstick levelled out
your eyes met mine
(for the last
The shadow defines something else,
the shade of night, between stars
a thing
moving in such a way
that a world thrives, and crumbles in the process.
A thing hoping to retain itself,
define itself -- draw a line
from where it begins, and ends;
a vacuum, a raindrop
holding the outer edge of home
in the dark shade of its bevel
giving way on the glass
before the moment is interrupted.
Love is still there. &nibs;
It clings to every region and hemisphere.
It's woven into every mechanism -
the last firing neuron, the empty habit
of lifting a picture when you pass it,
of stepping lightly so as not to wake you.
It is in a muscle memory
like bo
broken open in a way
untold; there can not be bruises
nor bloody noses. a bedlam
of roses at the foot of a
cross lover; hover over
water and wonder.
what of the lake
or the river, eroded?
wherefore art thou
full of posion?
position of penance
but action of potent defiance;
there are stars that watch
your impious kneel.
healing is a delicate
myth, and hope the embrace
of a noose. i can tell
that my visage is purpled,
princed with royal red rivulets
that baptize in the name
of doom. and when i shatter
i bloom.
praise the precipice
in written re: views
hollywood died
& rose again
sponsored contents up in flame
dance around me like I’m jericho
waiting for the fall
I collect pieces of time
to fill my magpie nest
re: bellious spirit
re: arrange
re: corded
re: sponse
re: alization
re: read
wait for no re:
guided museum walkthroughs
move too fast through the giftshop
an exhibit of trinkets
displayed for the penniless voyeur
the price of adoption comes steep
-ed into tea & thoughts that come with it
gasoline exhaust -ion faces kickback
un- motivational movements one after the other
no re: turn with no re: ceipt
coda stanzas start to
Reawakening
verdant equinox abounds
frost gives way to warmth
End of the school year
hot sand underneath my toes
summer sun blazes
A chill in the air
leaves in a fiery yellow
autumn graces us
snow comes swirling down
both beautiful and frigid
we come full circle