February 2012
1 post
Thaivenism
It grows;
Into me and
Wants my love;
As a flower meadow
Flo
Ats
Somewhere;
Lost in the moon
Light
December 2011
3 posts
8 tags
Utopia
the center of the world is an obvious
place when your love is
adjacent to your heart;
in space.
like a comet, or a star
like the moon from afar,
the sun will rise
when your lips depart,
from mine.
4 tags
Seattle
if a homeless man offers you
a tangerine…
then take it not for the powers of a dream;
so he may rub its orange peeled skin
to the foliage of his face and limbs-
an everlasting love
glistens through the wind,
and stings.
5 tags
a minuet in the golden hour
the frost glowed its vapor
as the sun surfaced from its
eternal shine-
ephemeral patterns of birds
flew in the distance among
the tallest tree lines;
as i journeyed toward the light,
my eyes were stupefied by its sight,
so i followed the birds
and found migration in my vaporous heart,
somewhere in its eternal center,
a chill within me felt no longer winter.
November 2011
2 posts
2 tags
“Life’s not a paragraph and death I think is no parenthesis”
– e.e cummings
3 tags
lost in the flowers
the garden grew on a mountainous curve
of an angle only found by the measure of his words,
the branches would extended throughout the palms of
his hands and his son would play under the bushes and plants;
they’d tangle in the wood and find themselves lost in the flowers-
everyday was spring; though, childhood, an hourglass.
October 2011
1 post
7 tags
alapocus touch
i’m going down stream if you’d like a lift
where the current is calm, nature’s gold sifts like
a windswept smile, kept us floating for a while
no wrinkles in our cheeks because age is docile
the air is a chill, so you can blanket my coat
(underneath a stream,
in the mud,
or in a boat)
i remember when i held you as youth bloomed its prime
your hands have always...
July 2011
3 posts
7 tags
aurora borealis
thoughts of you swirling
the glaciers inside my brain:
melts the love away.
/
but when you’re dry…
i’m a body of water,
swirling you, to stay.
6 tags
flos
remember the time
when we ate flower petals,
love is bittersweet.
7 tags
attempting cursive
attempting cursive with a
broken hand, boat, and bridge-
crossing our hidden stream
of conscious, only
hoping you can mend these fingers as
we secretly swim.
June 2011
1 post
10 tags
oh the ocean took
for what it’s worth to promise a sculpture,
an inevitable invitation to be,
to be wrapped around ones
delicate finger, oh how you’ve consumed half of me.
appointed in the design of the architecture,
oh the architecture of you twirling me
to spin spin around my amorous finger,
your chlorophyll dances in the breeze.
oh how you’ve influenced my promises, and
those promises...
May 2011
1 post
10 tags
michaelangelo on acid
i think about the places we’ll meet
and the chances of kissing your cheeks
acid washed hands dance in the street
our fingers drag and point out a familiar beat
you’re the electric feel from m,g,m,t
you melt my heart from my lips to my feet
i’ll carry you off into a midsummer teenage retreat
too shocked to hear your impulse is me.
April 2011
1 post
6 tags
the nature of you
wouldn’t it be nice to walk on the moon,
to gaze into stardust-weightless and blue.
to feel free from the complex nature of life:
is there such thing as answering this right?
for every nature of you, there’s a nature of me:
complexity, the design of living free.
i’d solely walk the moon, composing the sun-
only to see the nature of such a question, i’m wrong.
December 2010
0 posts
cravings
cigaret delicious yours truly, the virgin mother i whistled a melody; taught her piano she tapped the white keys whenever i forgot to sing the volta. soothing yet foreplay why does it always seem; we sung better before today.
November 2010
2 posts
6 tags
mountain teeth
i’m cold breathe in the evening
i’m messy morning-hair after sex
i’m the smelly sneakers you walk in
i’m a probable cause of stress.
i’m the snapping sound of fingers.
i’m an echo in mountain teeth
i’m the sweat in your nervous fevers
i’m the one you’re underneath.
i’m the dial of every phone call
i’m the text of every...
July 2010
1 post
4 tags
evolve
ring was purchased, rounded, life stencils, poured, spun. a century with me. childhood taught, “if you come, you will find it” global strains- of us and them. i loved, but i have to evolve now.
June 2010
1 post
2 tags
frog
your froggy kisses,
gave me goosebumps.
my throat croaked,
ribbit ribbit.
4 tags
pancakes
tangled in feathers,
tucked under pancake-
layered sheets.
your’re the butter,
drenching me-
together.
pillows to soften
the blows of kisses
against your chest,
i slept in,
missed breakfast.
May 2010
7 posts
4 tags
compass
we’ve set sail,
where no one knows, nowhere.
me, you, our pirate crew of 22.
the captain points:
in the path of every breeze.
we now:
unplug the drain,
and let in the sea.
so we sail nowhere,
sinking with ease.
5 tags
fly away
oh blue jay in an open cage,
come out and play, with me.
and let us make a nest of
dry grass and small twig,
in the tallest branch
of a nearby tree.
we could fly away, only to
come back
to our waiting young,
with the wild bush-berries we picked
and the earthworms we had dug,
but we had thrown up in their mouths,
in a way a song bird had sung.
in the dew of morning and
in the...
5 tags
on listening
followed you,
all the way back from
last minuet.
ran on telephone lines,
to beat every signal,
flaring.
they wanted to,
i needed to,
get in focus,
we are unclear
so we raced,
we lost.
on listening,
was it better
to be heard
through the deafening
screech of every passing train,
or to be ignored
through the drip drop’s
in the quietness of rain?
4 tags
6 tags
time travel
holding hands
f e l t
like squeezing
jellyfish plasma.
the tentacles which spiraled around
our crooked fingers,
were drilling
down to the core;
injecting bone with delicate
p o i s o n.
this growing persuasion
upon us has
f e l t
like time travel,
and i’ve never thought
a sting could last so long.
Lightning Showers
somethingeveryday:
Collaboration with Typapp.
It would be lovely to bathe in your lightning showers again be cleansed by electrical charges vertical, you granted: every shocking sting, vapour stick arching arced - lovely, you were- thunder, heeding me. S o m e t i m e s you tickled rain- ...
April 2010
15 posts
6 tags
lions
we danced
and
we spun,
as if we were
///////////////////////revolving doors.
we pranced
and
we run,
as if we were
///////////////////////learning to soar.
5 tags
sunset the table
i’m looking across
a creaking picnic table, made of
dry salty driftwood and rusty snails.
and it may be
the same one you are
sitting on,
worlds away.
and we may both gaze into the same
lavender feathered sky, and
soon, these tangerine smothered skies will
be squeezed
and tonight shall burst
the sun into a series of
ocean blues and cloudy grays,
withering citrus senses to...
6 tags
dream weaving
i want,
i want to
wake up with you,
all over again.
with,
with all our hair
tangled together,
in a massive, intertwined,
knot.
it,
it would be like
dream weaving.
and if i kicked you
with,
with my pesky feet
during our quiet slumber
it was,
it was only because i was chasing after
you in my dreams.
i was running faster than the speed of sound,
for you.
i wanted to make sure...
6 tags
nebula
today, shall we design the worlds
we long each other to revolve around the
multiplication of our meanings, which
divide the pasty aperture into billions of blur.
i’m painting your erosions with my
aluminum hands; sculpted from mercury’s weary horizon.
tomorrow, shall we step onto broken
shallow sea glass and
fix the posture of serene nebulas
burying deep below the dusty...
4 tags
strawberry(paul baribeau cover)- by typapp (me)
...
4 tags
monsters
i’ve met you in places where
the rainbows circle the sky,
i’ve chased you in places where
the comets follow when we’d collide,
and you’ve plucked all the pedals off our flowers, worldwide.
so i’ve now composed a monster,
which has purposely sought,
the reasoning for everything,
you’ve once composed
then, had so easily forgot:
“she loves me so,...
5 tags
vertical
in this moment:
acrylic caves peaked above our inclusive skyline.
in this moment:
dreaming horizontally had never felt so vertical.
in this moment:
the rusty rings wrapping around saturn had never held us so apathetically inclined
within those moments.
4 tags
blankets
there is saturated optimism
lurking in the threads which weave
between our blanket’s thick long sleeves.
every layer compiles rich warmth and graceful weight,
the tendencies and favors constantly accumulate.
this compatibility tends to near motivate
the crawling shivers which slowly evaporate and
the pessimism to dissolve.
then, steadily accelerate.
if there was ever optimism
...
4 tags
unhappiness
my unhappiness will go away with a new beginning.
our new minds shall sprout flowers, blooming in the brilliance of color.
when we wake up from this remorseful abeyance,
we’ll begin something new, the innocence of our consolations shall save us.
8 tags
tips for hardcore shows
1) never wear flip flops
-you will lose them
-you might trip into a near by mosh pit
-your feet will be stomped on
2) don’t stand at the back of the room
-show will be no fun
-shows that you don’t want to be involved with the music
-your probably a “negative nancy”
-doesn’t make you look cooler
3) if you want to mosh
-take turns with other fellow hardcore...
4 tags
deep
our lives began inside medias res.
we watched ourselves grow and explore
the deepest of depths;
deeper than the shallows of Marianas Trench.
4 tags
“to say that you are pretty, would be like saying that the ocean is blue, cause...”
– paul baribeau
5 tags
my lightbulb had feelings
before it went dark last night.
for the last time, you had gleamed
your beams of light upon our charities.
everything had then begun disconnecting,
casting our morbid shadows, and illuminating
the diminished cardboard boxes
of crumpled scenery which we had once shared.
5 tags
E
these words are not revenge
for
the meanings don’t refrain.
these words do not avenge
for
the meanings don’t feel pain.
6 tags
masquerade
everyone is no one:
when we sculpt
ourselves in clay.
at stake of a shape,
we can conceal our
promises to display:
the cleansing of
confusion and the
durability of astray.
7 tags
lonely at prom
shouldn’t i attend?
I’ll observe the blissful populaces
dancing with other blissful populaces.
And note how they gaze:
face to face,
eye to eye,
mouth to mouth,
whilst embracing
hand in hand
with their ever clinging inamorata,
while i’ll be dressed up
and desolated.
the entire time
ill tip toe in white shoes
across space;
discovering the other
side of jealousy;
...
March 2010
40 posts
4 tags
i try to stay up really late so i'll be tired...
Every time i hear your name, my stomach folds itself into an airplane, and takes off upward through my throat where it then finds it’s way into my brain, and explodes on my frontal lobe overflowing my head with scorching lava and the shooting of pinched electric currents through my swift veins from the eccentric stimulation of anxiety (throughout everything i can’t control) but if i...
3 tags
i am a fish by typapp (attempting cursive)
this...
5 tags
i am a fish
i am a fish without scales,
and my friends are the whales
and
i am a fish without fins,
and the water is my skin
and
i am a fish without bone,
and i don’t have a home
and
i am a fish without a hook,
and i was lost in a brooke
and
i am a fish without a fish,
and i can grant you a wish
and
i am a fish without the sea,
and i can climb a tall tree
and
i am a fish without...
3 tags
charisma
maps,
traced into the sand.
we’re carving curved canyons,
inside the palms of our hands
and the
castles,
drizzled into a rise.
but soon to be concealed
by the elevation of tides
and the
mysteries,
imprinted into an appeal.
we’re unfolding our charisma
so the unknown can feel real.
4 tags
kites
fly and plead.
swift drift floating in
the thinness of thread.
pulling and letting in
the fragile breeze
and the deep breath.
free to pilot with inertia
inside the dust bubbles clear
they may burst
they may fear
they may bounce in
blue blue sky
for the sun
to tame until they’re
too too high.
pulling in waves
letting in shy
fly and plead
good good bye.
1 tag
lost in the supermarket
2 tags
rhetorical analysis of an atom bomb
devastating the persuasion so we can trap the time
which the logical knots are loosely tightening mine.
they’re growing the inconceivable so we can awake law.
so trust me, it’s not you the television saw.
2 tags
“iv been let down by the people that i love but i will not let down the people...”
– paul baribeau