Hellos are always temporary
We waste time naming our demons
An endeavor of separating us from ourselves
I didn’t feel complete until I accepted mine
Now we share one name
and
I am
Goodbyes are always uncertain
What most call sickness
I call depth
Layers of intricacy
Color upon color
To give the illusion of dimensionality
to a flat surface
Reality is all perception
Comprehension is always perceived
Generalities are almost always wrong
I am an apple on all hallows’ eve
Take away the razors before I hurt the children
My sugar will suffice in doing the damage that a lifetime cannot heal
Bring to me the dead head of disco and I shall show you its body
Reanimated and renamed
Daft Punk
The mirrored ball spins for another generation
Lamenting their pointless existence
I would kill them all
If I had the button(ed) up shirt that glowed under the black light
Of gentlemen’s clubs
You speak at me Not to me Dear aspiring poet
And that is why you fail to become
What you already are
Hello
I am
The Monkey
(Source: inkstained.net)
this plane is full
of humans that
I don’t want to
have sex with
let alone smell
the computer
refused to let
us soar one
and a half
hours ago
why am I
surrounded
by Russians
Russian girls
are pretty cute
Russian boys
are less so
they all could be
Germans
I’m not racist
just ignorant
and slightly
racist working
to be less so
everyday
I really should get
out more so I can
tell the difference
get cultured or
some
shit
problem fixed
leaving in five
minutes getting
the evil eye from
stewardess
phone off
tata for now
the port of air
herds the
cows
travelers wear
the ugliest shoes
what they peddle
as “food”
is overpriced
is oversalted
my patience is
assaulted
I am underwhelmed
so I watch
trying to pick out
the pedophiles from
the gaggle of lamas
they bear a striking
resemblance to
hipster douchebags
the plane is boarding
Japanese girls with
bleached blonde hair
make me nervous
in my pants
Japanese boys with
bleached blonde hair
are douches raised to
the nth degree where
n equals infinity
plus one
it will be
forty six degrees in Frankfurt
after eleven hours
rain
I’ll be dry
on the way to Mumbai
but wet when I get there
eighty nine degrees
with ball sweating humidity
one A M
plus a day
where did it go
time travel
amnesia
see ya
desayunogratis:
soul-in-division replied to your quote: Random messages are beautiful…..
This is a random message: The octopus and dolphin on my window ledge cry over dying bamboo.
oh how magnificent it is to tentacle the pulsing porpoise dewy drop over collapsing timber
Do not make me worm the apple of pinufornication from the alabaster haze of tadpole tribulations.
i spoke to God today on the subway train He was homeless holding His pants up
unsuccessfully with rope a bottle of liquor in a brown bag in His grasp —
black weathered hands He reeked of its contents — empty illusions He measured
time in folds of and deep indentations on skin that never felt enough touch i asked Him:
hey Bro what is alt lit? is it like anti poetry? isn’t it all just writing? He looked at me
— unblinking with two bulging white planets awash with red rivers intersecting each
other coursing and pulsating around large dark impact craters
God spoke: are you not just human? what is a half asian, a quarter irish, a smidgeon of norwegian, three quarters chinese, full blooded spaniard, indian, hindu, muslim, christian, jew, white, black, brown, yellow, straight, gay, mormon, hipster? people define themselves for a point of reference without which they are lost define yourself lest you let your self be defined by others but is a purple blade of grass any more special when all it does is sway with the wind and bask in the sun?
at least that’s what i heard Him say others may have just heard a long prolonged din of
flatulence escaping from the exposed crack of His ass
this is my stop
i handed Him ten dollars bless you my Son he whispered through urine colored ivory
gates that mimicked a smile
I walked out the doors
back into the asylum
a little saner than when
I last returned to it
(Source: inkstained.net)
"There is simply too much to do in this life for me to have the time to go looking for pointless difficulties."
— Bettie (soul-in-division)
her breath smelled of strawberries
as she whispered
no mercy
to his face
blindfolded
gagged
like
justice
the balance
is always
tipped
towards
guilty
bury him alive
she will
in
desire
pent up
longing
six feet
deep
the gavel
bangs
guilty
guilty
guilty
or is it the
bed frame
against the
courtroom wall
making the sound
echo through
the halls
where pleasure
is a prison
erected
to keep
love
in
sinandserotonin:
if you are a hurricane,
then I am the ocean—
there is calm in your stormy eyes
and my placid waters run deep.
set a collision course for land,
gathering strength in my arms
and stir up the waves that crash
against the crag rock shoreline.
exhaust yourself and return to me
when the winds die down and
the torrential rains cease—
build yourself up
in the safety of my sea.
If you don’t
follow Juno then you are living under a rock — a boulder of ignorance — a mountain of self-involved bullshit. That is all. Goodnight Tumblr peeps!
in your beard I see
a tangle of webbed cheetos
frizzy orange love
your tetanus booster
has eXpired
and I am the bag of rusty nails
that you find your hand
clenched in
my iron meets yours
we mix in blood splatter
on the brick walls I’ve pushed you
against
staining your white shorts
with crimson dust and
palm prints
I am hard
pressed to push
kisses on your neck
so I sink my teeth in
you are soft like waX
melting on my tongue
but you crumble like
action figures left in the sun
ultraviolet inspired
disintegration
of morals
like
porn on my iPhone
at three A M
under
the covers
with our
backs
to each other
touching
myself
until I
escape
into my pillow case
like a wet dream
