NYMPHAEA

i lay my head next to your concave chest,
that floods with rain water at night.

blue water lillies spin,
their budding faces peaking up to bloom.

rising through your depths,
they come as the sun through
the day, and i watch them.

the night is soft, and they move to your heart,
that sings audibly through your missing rib.

luminescent, glowing sweetly,
their budding faces bloom toward me.

i want to touch the petals,
hold them in my palm
and kiss you softest. 

i would take them out of you, 
let them come to my hands inside you,
and be stolen from you concave chest,

but i don't.
for fear of ruining such
sleepy flowers in the moonlight.

SOFT PEACH SKIN

so clearly i suddenly see

you and me together

in one set of eyes

my thoughts lead

to this image

of such beauty

i over flow with love

and begin to cry.

i'm making a poetry booklet that will be ciculated around aucklands cbd - if you want one, holla c: piupiumaya@gmail.com

let my mind collapse.

i am a tectonic plate,
pushing myself down,
pulling at the borders.

i'm just waiting
for the eruption,
i can feel it boiling
under my luminescent skin.

" FOR EVERY RESPONSE,

A PEBBLE IN THE POOL,

MY HEART IS A STRING TIED TO A BALLOON "

a performance for the fundraiser for LONELY MIAOW

09/03/2013 - AUDIO FOUNDATION - 16:00

you pine for before,
and it made me sad
for now, because i
pine for the now. at
first, maybe, it seared
the side of my breast,
until, after it looped
around i caught it.
holding your sadness,
i hope to disintegrate
it with acidic fingertips.

BREAKTHOUGHTS

1
it was winter when i started coming up,
now its summer and i'm going down.

2
i guess i thought it would
be a different scene of different
atmospheric pressure and i was right.

3
there is no break from the move -
i slip, and slice a line through the
grass, and he takes me out.

4
i guess i knew i was this
way of curves and holes.

i can't write.

my ideas are dumb,
and after each word,
i think: "ick. surely there
are better ways to say that"

i can't figure it out.




atleast when i threw my
banana skin it landed in the bin.

DEAD DREAMS

she just sat around

for a thousand years

building up her intolerance

to anything real,

while he waited, pulling

cogs from the ends of his

fingers; a working machine

built to do what is right

by the standards of his makers.

her fears worsen, standing

by the podium with nothing to

say; and his eyes grow cold

blizzards, waiting for the after math,

and her lips, to kiss without anxiety   

COLD WAR

1.

let me drift

on the sea.

let me drift

on the flicker

of your eyes

when i told

you it was 

okay to be bad.

2.

i could

count on four

hands, the 

amount of time

i burst my

eyelids, dreaming

of children and

a nice house.

3.

but even still,

i understand your

makings are too

divine for me to understand.

help me move through

this endless bout

of unproductiveness. 

sidelined

i don't know where you are.

you could be anywhere

in time / space.

i don't know where you are.

you could be anywhere

in time / space.

kissing a girl

of incredible beauty,

or,

at home.

doing what you usually do.

HUNG-OVER

i live under

an over-hang

of the entire night sky.

all i do

all the time

is watch it move.

and, i will be satisfied,

forever, until i die, 

staring up into the

abyss.

sudden!

crashing realisation!

burning sensations!

body on fire!

mind turning to ash!

discomfort rationalised!

everything known!

love is not a two way street!

one side is the autobahn!

the other a sleepy country road!

untitled. 

i move through space,

tonight.

floating in black,

a symphony of myself -

how can skin

smell like this?

adrift - 
devoid.

tonight,
my skin is black
 from the atoms,
of a symphony
of you.

part one;

someone outside my window

groans, and i think:

"yeah.

i'm totally with you."

part two:

because you're so silent

i decide

i will not talk.

i give up.

you win.

i'm gonna get grapes 

and feel like:

'fuck it'

COME NOW
staying on my
doorstep is the
ghost of your
inability to 
commit to the
idea of nothing.

your thoughts keep
me locked inside
four walls of 
memories.

for everything i blame you,
and forgive you in the 
five stages of grief.
committing you to the
ground, to rot like
everyone else.

hi

i made a tumblr

for my poetry c:

http://requiemforteendreams.tumblr.com/

THOUGHTS

in four parts

part one:

do i spend lifetimes waiting

for the easy step of your feet,

to turn on their heels and leave

the gap between my teeth?

part two:

i do,

and i have

no reason to

be waiting 

for it.

("so turn a new leaf")

part three:

i never knew i was

intoxicated with the

memories of broken

things, until you told me

i could never be back

there again.  i felt so 

relieved, to know all 

my winding dreams

were inconsistent with

the reality of this place,

and with you.

part four:

my heart hurts.

below my breast

it waits for your hands

to console, and your lips

to ease the emotions

that always get me.

NOT IN MY LIFETIME

my body

is covered

with you.

i, almost,

can feel your hands

closing my eyelids.

letting me sleep,

and, happily away

from the words that

loop my head into

number 8 wire.

sometimes,

 i think sleeping is

better than thought.

i promised my mood

ring i would stay blue, so i

stay in love with you.

you never feel as alone
as when its night and
your door is shut.
moon's not out, its
time for sleep but
if my eyes could close,
i guess i'd be dead.

YOU

those eyes.

i do not think 

in the history

of everything,

there has

ever been eyes

that look out

on the world

like yours.

IF I WAS A BIRD THAT

FLEW AS THE CROW

FLIES, I WOULD HAVE

STOLEN A THOUSAND

LIES FROM THE INSIDE

OF YOUR MOUTH.

I HAD THIS DREAM

THAT BURST MY

FLEDGLING WORRIES

OF WHAT COULD HAPPEN.

IT SET MY LIPS

FREE TO KISS - 

KNOWING I WAS 

SCARED, AND SAFE IN

HANDS THAT HOLD ME.

KNOWING I HAVE

BEEN AFRAID, SOME

HOW CONVINCES ME

OF YOUR LOVE, LETS

ME BELIEVE YOUR WORDS.

AFTER ALL THIS TIME

I BELIEVE YOUR WORDS.

photo: nick graham 

i did a performance with Hana, for her performance series:

Synthetic Memories / Mundane Actions 

at | side way | in ponsonby!

Max Trevor Thomas Edmond played music for it 

it was rad, and Hana and Max and | side way | are rad!

thanks dudes c:

T A I L  S P I N  D R I F T I N G

my body twists

itself around loophole

thoughts. you say,

you say nothing.

i'm biting back

my black tongue

and poison myself

in the process.

i can't concentrate,

feeling words move.

i'm paralysed, with

fear of myself. 

you say:

"apathetic!"

and i agree.

apathetic to the end

i'll die happy.

CLOUD GIRL

cloud girl

never breathed

a day in her life.

she spent the years

sitting in the atmosphere,

soaking up lightning

and dust.

when it came

time to take down

her stars from the sky,

she couldn't hack it,

panicked, and wet the paradise. 

TO THIS HEAVEN:

I MELT

part one: 

to you,

this heaven 

that i touch.

(sometimes)

i write you

a thousand

poems of 

adoration,

and its never enough

for me to show you

how i feel.

part two:

i spoke a thousand

words, into a tin can,

and through barbed

wire it found your ears.

barbed and sleeping on

the couch, i am only 

as comfortable as i

think i am, and right now,

to this heaven: i melt.

THE LAST TIME I TALKED TO YOU ABOUT MY RELIGION. 

commodify my life

as a person i am

nothing without

my symbols, so 

take them away

take them away.

take me away,

disintegrate me

into the earth of

blood and bone

and dirt,

and in this disintegration

i will find the last laugh.

hidden in my dying grace,

i will be satisfied at last.