04-16-2025, 10:36 AM
I've been trying to spill my mind onto paper for a while now. I'm not sure why, but every time I write, it comes out abstractly, and I can't seem to do it any other way. I do enjoy word play and making up words. I feel there's potential in some of the pieces, but again, I’m more focused on feeling than understanding. I don't know.
Couldings and Feathered Hats
I roar in my ruby ribcage
For a touch that spirals me down a meadow
Im busy with the business, I'm a cat in its cradle
I jump at sound
I am in the middle and I grow hotter til a man whos got a goal like mine
Will see the soup im aging in
For a good old fashioned cookout,
Drink me!
feeling his wet pink throat
Letting its gelatinous texture, bring me to newness
I let go of the shears in my arms that hold a bent ache
I release it like a rope
And let my arms fall straightly
Till there out like post
And slither into a pressed stamp for letters, that i have to send for others
Making sense, of the unsensual
Characters that want volume
Alchemy that breaks on through
The wilds in which I hide behind is my lover, Who else could I touch
I could break the belts buckle any time, its the weather
Read by one staring component, Ushered through quirks
Wet carpet garnishes martyrdom, Lobsters cry as being manhandled
California cotton balls constrict my neck, my beach blonde washed me ashore
I'll drink to say the cowboy in me missing my horse feels alive again
Pressed jackets lay over hipsters kingdoms
Cameramen born to be examiners, Too free to change with growing pains of etiquette
Whales tails, St Andrews, Panic buys your mind like a dirty counterfeit
Words that don't call, They never do
Coo’in for your ribs, drawing on your flesh
Kissing it like a baby, Making elephant acts
Violence on the valley, asking what it means
silk white tops and open windows, you compliment my do
Never spoke to Kassi, but she's miles away now
Kids playing in neon like sugarcake,
I ask everyone “What are you all about?”
Love like a kite, Love like a knob you turn all the way
Castle the board for a finale
Couldings and Feathered Hats
I roar in my ruby ribcage
For a touch that spirals me down a meadow
Im busy with the business, I'm a cat in its cradle
I jump at sound
I am in the middle and I grow hotter til a man whos got a goal like mine
Will see the soup im aging in
For a good old fashioned cookout,
Drink me!
feeling his wet pink throat
Letting its gelatinous texture, bring me to newness
I let go of the shears in my arms that hold a bent ache
I release it like a rope
And let my arms fall straightly
Till there out like post
And slither into a pressed stamp for letters, that i have to send for others
Making sense, of the unsensual
Characters that want volume
Alchemy that breaks on through
The wilds in which I hide behind is my lover, Who else could I touch
I could break the belts buckle any time, its the weather
Read by one staring component, Ushered through quirks
Wet carpet garnishes martyrdom, Lobsters cry as being manhandled
California cotton balls constrict my neck, my beach blonde washed me ashore
I'll drink to say the cowboy in me missing my horse feels alive again
Pressed jackets lay over hipsters kingdoms
Cameramen born to be examiners, Too free to change with growing pains of etiquette
Whales tails, St Andrews, Panic buys your mind like a dirty counterfeit
Words that don't call, They never do
Coo’in for your ribs, drawing on your flesh
Kissing it like a baby, Making elephant acts
Violence on the valley, asking what it means
silk white tops and open windows, you compliment my do
Never spoke to Kassi, but she's miles away now
Kids playing in neon like sugarcake,
I ask everyone “What are you all about?”
Love like a kite, Love like a knob you turn all the way
Castle the board for a finale