divine roses

pout their

lips,

at the
sight

of you.

i rip off the labels off my beer bottles

to make a point that i could rip myself 

off any time i want, because i try

but can't actually do it.

i'm a sinking battle ship, going

down through foam and booze,

but i'm not, because i'm the moon

that hazily echos anxieties you repress.

NO REST FOR WICKEDNESS

world fall.

let your tired

arms rest, and 

sleep soundly.

you have held

everyone, now

you're shaking

from the force

pressing down,

so,

fall, world.

let it all 

ease down,

rest your tired

arms and 

sleep.

FORGOT HOW TO WORK
1.
pouring wine like tea
down into the depths
of my body,

i am falling apart.

2.
last night my fingers
turned to ash, and
along the edges of
my lips, blood seeped
out. i think i am
literally going to pieces.



maybe

TO THE END; YOUR HEART 

FOR THE KEYS TO TREES

i take ropes, and

hang them from vines.

to intertwine more of

your veins into mine.

i haven't got the keys,

to your flowering eyes.

you open and shut them

at will, to tease my eyes,

that bloom like leaves.

pulling at the streams

running through me,

you're still mean,

but you're still mine.

i'm gonna do a performance in albert park! if you want you should come cause its gonna be cool c: i promise

i was part of a film for NYMPHETS here is the video!

it was really awesome and makes me miss hana lots and lots. rosie is really awesome and tawa is too and i love all three of them lots and lots.

POOLS OF RAINFORESTS 


you will call me
canopy, the way i 
draped myself over 
you last night.

i tangled my fingers
together, like flowers
from bone, so i could
hold your pool. i

move like silent rain
into dusk, calling your
name, an echo through
trunks, a cry for touch,

your name a silent pool
of distilled water, rising 
up from the depths of
the ocean's earth.

MISSING - I

you were in my dreams last night.
we held hands under the covers.

then, as i wrote this, (as a letter
in the form of ethereal love),
one of your songs begun to
loop in my head.

a memorial.

you told me 185 white chairs
lined along the city's square.

i couldn't imagine it, couldn't
quite grasp the feeling.

through your words, i could
nearly feel the sadness.

questions of heart break
and human worth running
around your head.

hold my memory, and
feel uplifted. all is well
and the future is bright.

FLOWERS LIVE IN THE OCEAN
(not in my eyes)

raising my fingertips
through the sand,
i could almost taste
the flowerbed of
oceanic love, you
don't hold for me.

i am a coping mechanism,
full of bright ideas and
even brighter eyes, but
still somehow in my
gut, i can feel knots
come undone, and
recreate themselves
as something
entirely new.

my eyes an oasis
in the distance.

i lie here, with my
thoughts crawling
out of my skin.

i used to wonder why
i was so disrupted,
disjointed and alive,

but i guess
i've always been waiting
for you to reach the
oasis of my eyes.

I NEVER SAID I WAS BRAVE


(I)
you will shed this
and slip away, into
one who loves you more.

i slide into myself.
ethereal is all i know
and everything real flickers
eternally in the fire place,

so burn me for eternity,
until my discerning heart
only sees you in him,
happier and complete.



(II)
IN YOUR DREAMS;
I HAVE RUN AWAY.

IN REALTY;
 ALL I WANT IS
FOR YOU TO STAY.

I AM DELUSIONAL

(this poem means nothing at all)

climbing up to your window sill,

i stain my skin with yours. 

letting fog roll into my eyes, i

let the pupils slip into oblivion.

lost in your bed sheets, i'm curling

myself around where you used to be,

hoping for a forgiving dawn, and

knowing by the time the sun peeks

over the edge, you'll be long gone.

DREAMTIME

the other night,
i pulled you
off my skin.

today, ashamed
and quiet. i picked

it all up

and clung to the
pieces. holding my
self together

vicariously
through you.

STAR SHOWER

i feel asleep with stars clinging to my thighs.

one leg wrapped around infinity,
and the other over you, i
could swear i was divine,

when i woke up in the morning
i felt like i had died,
for fear of your words
consuming mine.

gonna make a video for jos

i learnt well, but i
ignored all i thought 
i knew, so i learnt it again

a private performance in my room.

(as part of the VIEWING ROOM series) 

video coming soon.

05/03/2013

OH YOU

you are lovely,

lovely, lovely, lovely.

everything about the word
sings your name. you are
so wondrous, when i am
with you i feel ethereal
and beautiful.

THOUGHTS AGAIN
before i left,
my nan told me to be kind to myself.

often i am not, and
the surges of welling
oceans come up and over
me, taking me away with them.

i had forgotten again,
left to roost and do this,
until my heart can not take
anymore, and gives itself up to flight.

i remember to be kind to myself
and to be kind to others,
and the thought allows
the tides to ease, and
my lungs to breathe,
and i feel like i
am home.

i have not felt the movement

of glass through screens in

eons. i don't miss you but i do.

a private performance in my room.

video coming soon.

04/03/2013

i read some of my poetry for my friend laurie a wee while ago, check it out, its awesome. c:

THOUGHT PATTERNS - part three

A.
let my body rise to
your lips for you to
kiss. show me your
human love. you know
i have nothing to do
when i have nothing to
prove, and right now
i'm going to prove you
completely wrong.

B.
your meaning of life is to work the soil
until you can feel all your emotional issues
bleed out of your calloused hands.

my meaning of life is to write poems,
play on neopets, and drink tea all day
until my heart rises like the sunshine.

i can not tell, if we are perfect or totally done for.

C.
i was reading your word, over and over
again last night, and now my mind trills
with you, sings for you. your influence
is greatly appreciated and loved dearly

D.
you are gone.

and i am
sucking the
back of my hand.
bored and waiting,
your silence keeps me.

E.
i named a neopet after you.
but you're not texting me back
so i'm gonna feed it as much
stinky jelly as it can eat.

this would be a deeply satisfying action,
if only it did not love the stinky jelly so much.

SHEETS LIKE SILK, TONGUE NEVER WORKS

"how does she feel underneath
the skin of your bed sheets?"
i wanted to ask him from the
day he was born, but he
never said anything at all.
so i kept my silence inside my lips.

swallowing my mute self, i am
freed from him. turning over
into the eyes from above, singing:
"freedom! freedom!
oh glorious freedom!"

DREAMS OF DEATH

PART ONE
i fell asleep to a dream
of your hand slipping
into stilled water, and my
dream of your arm linked
through mine sunk. oceans hold
your love, and i am afraid that
you will return to waves forever.

PART TWO
i saw myself lying under nothing
and frightened, threw myself to
the pavement. taking out my rage
on the concrete, i'll put down my fists,
let forget-me-not buds rise over me.

PART THREE
golden dawns of eternal bliss
rise to give life to my misshapen arms.

this morning we talked about you
with nothing to say
how can you speak?

i heard you last night,
talking through your sleep.
its the money, its the fame,
i blame you for what you do.

you think you know something,
you know nothing and in the end
you'll have nothing to speak of,
because you had nothing to give.