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April 6, 2007
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13 (who?)
i think im getting a bit too fidgety
staring silence onto walls again
looking through people,
through crowds
ignoring flickers of recognition like goldfish picking at flakes
from heaven,
or my fingertips

im walking with an aim of nothing
i shudder at the words im supposed to be saying
like its supposed to supposed to

and i could eat my apathy with ribbons
splattering sugar on the cement
[i didnt buy them]

i collect--much too many a thing
i collect people
in my head

short films of them

it doesnt matter that reality lies to me with
black and white shades of grey turning everything into a big mess of purple
when i like you

black when i like you

black when i dont
and everything is purple anyhow
i need no glasses to tell you i dont see the same colours as you

still frames

but i know you
and i know you dont know me
i never knew you

im suffering from high doses of pleasantry

the easiness between us, is only me playing the game the way my mother taught me
with a smile and much bitterness

i could be edging out from under you
with every wayward thought
and placid as my holdings; eyelash gates to my delirium:
i never see you.
tense is only a state of mind.
calm down.
i wouldnt hit you, even if you asked so serenely
like daffodils.
like milk
through your nostrils

i think im getting a bit too fidgety again,
hiding behind dark strands and dark shades, traipsing along shadows in alleyways that stink of shit and new york-

at least, what i think every dirty big city would smell like

i could conclude solitude.
but i get too much, too little of  
that it would make such a slight difference to anything, everything
like this
i suppose

dents, little dents
i can still taste vanilla over the dry stretch of yawn in my throat
im still feeling the hot kisses of ice cubes bobbing as driftwood in my dissatisfaction with breathing

they look at her like buttercups
like milk maids all in a row
waiting to get the first fresh cream

bursting knuckles, forcing up bones white through skin
i hear many a thing in monotone
as if im living these still frames like a projection
or a book with little pictures in the corner, movement only emerging
as you

in an illusion of movement.

watching my feet, my legs as i walk.
gives an illusion of movement.
passing reflection; refractions of me
as i hasten descent into dirty litten side streets

fearing voices more than the still squeak-scratching of the night creatures

i see things, reminding me to walk
and to keep walking

not to run
because the faster you try to get somewhere
the more you will end up back home

and home is where the unheard is
ricocheting fragments of your skull
in your head places
theorising the best means of escape
with ropes and a map of the sewage system

i ache for the heavy burden of a sleeping hand

i will dapple my depreciation with a pen stroke with a brush stroke with a palm stroke

with a croak of strained notes

that i dont hear when im walking
running on the inside
running on much more than empty
much less than nothing

running and i cant catch up with myself
my stomach is nowhere near the end of this pit i feed with memory

everyday, proffering scraps of myself
and others
still frames
of every other time

i let


i ache for disintegration

powdering constance into a beaked mouth of closed eyes and shuddering
for the hunger inherent
for the disease no one ever speaks of

in a complacent way
not a word.

Thoughts of movement.
I miss walking the city streets at night.
Clears my head like no shake ever could.

[apologies for the length, this is me rambling]
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enchanted-lullaby Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2007
eyelash gates to my delirium... i just have to say that i think this is tutti frutti and perfecto mundo..

you are beaut :blowkiss:
saturnineguise Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2007

Thank you so much prettiness !
Urukhaiboy Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2007
Excellent really stunning Coco likee!
saturnineguise Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2007
I glad Coco likee =D

Thanks for the favourite!
lacerated-star Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Oh Curses, you really amaze me, you know that?
There is nothing that can compare to what I feel while reading your poems. You sure you're not projecting small does of an opiate through the radition coming out of my monitor? Man. I'm serious when I say I don't have words for it at the moment. You've struck me dumb.

saturnineguise Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2007
oh! what a gorgeous comment, and coming from you i know you mean it =)

thank you so much, and for the favourite !

lacerated-star Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Hah hah, i'm glad you understood it. I think I effed up a little in my excitement ^^;
Of course I meant it! :D
You're very welcome.
You always are ^_^

saturnineguise Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2007
kittytsukasa Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2007  Student
Woah, that was long. I usually do not like poems so terribly long, but I didn't even really notice the length until I realized I was suppose to get off the computer. I like the sheer imagery you supply in this one.
saturnineguise Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2007
thank you very much kitty it makes me smile that you didnt realise the length, it tells me you enjoyed it =)
thanks for the favourite also!
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