Entries By Drew
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secret
Boxes within boxes, receding back in time. Dust hides all scratchmarks of secrets; a clawing from the insides to be released.
Posted By drew On 08.04.2012 @ 6:11 am
boxes within boxes receding back in time and dust hides their scratchmarks of secrets clawing from the insides to be released.
Posted By drew On 08.04.2012 @ 6:09 am
cabinet
water-damaged heart. you. great book swollen & sealed, left too long in the long fingers of downrain; whose pages lost their give. to read you would be to destroy you, so you toss me away with silence & so i settle into moss around you.
Posted By drew On 07.28.2012 @ 7:37 pm
statement
i’ve only ever heard one true statement and it first formed as soft stream smoothing the seven stones of my week; then passing seven more, then seven more. deeper and deeper water. smoother and smoother stones.
Posted By drew On 07.26.2012 @ 8:29 pm
holder
her brooming eyes swept me in to bloom with their blue flowers centered in white cotton, soothing dove nests.
Posted By drew On 07.24.2012 @ 8:28 pm
fuses
her grass stained knees kneaded my heart like clay. i’m stuck in yesterdays yoga positon.
Posted By drew On 07.23.2012 @ 11:57 am
icing
there was no ice to be broken. in a gust of chance a quick spin around, and voilà! our eyes touched then we met like wind-chimes; singing with each other before we could say a first word.
Posted By drew On 07.22.2012 @ 1:39 pm
suspects
Strange feelings, why must you always pry as if the whole world is some secret crime scene? O weird wonder, where do you sleep? I doubt you do…
Posted By drew On 07.21.2012 @ 9:00 am
strange feelings, why must you always pry as if the whole world is some secret crime scene? weird wonder, where do you sleep? I doubt you do.
Posted By drew On 07.21.2012 @ 8:55 am
patrol
hold it, but accept the shape of its existence like two hands of air holding all of space in honor, feeling its wholeness, filling its emptiness.
Posted By drew On 07.19.2012 @ 6:38 pm
sonar
a migration. my soul feels like an old salmon. poem oars row through an oasis, from whence i came; a deep river in me, where something was born and shivers to return.
Posted By drew On 07.17.2012 @ 11:47 am
decorations
Only sad piano keys fit this lock in me tonight. I say to you, I never would’ve accepted Yoshi paying me back if i knew he decorated corners selling his japanese ass to sad men who gave their love to a god that is soulless & alienating; money.
Posted By drew On 07.16.2012 @ 8:57 pm
Only sad piano keys fit this lock in me tonight. I say to the stranger reading this I never would have accepted Yoshi paying me back if i knew those decorations on him was how he did it: he sold his japanese ass to sad old men who gave all their love to a god that is soulless, alienating and unnatural; money.
Posted By drew On 07.16.2012 @ 8:50 pm
crew
past the sails of frayed eyes blown aimless by a benumbed mind & deep down into a broken heart, at the center of the void, shipwrecked, a crew of love waits not for something to come, but for something that never came.
Posted By drew On 07.15.2012 @ 10:56 pm
through the sail of frayed eyes, past a benumbed mind & deep down into a broken heart, at the center of the void, shipwrecked, a crew of love waits not for something to come, but for something that never came.
Posted By drew On 07.15.2012 @ 10:54 pm
under the sail of dead eyes, through a benumbed mind & deep down into broken heart, at the center of the void, a crew of love waits not for something to come, but for something that never came.
Posted By drew On 07.15.2012 @ 10:10 pm
bucket
and you think about blood that’s wet and cold against your face; you think of your old grandmother’s red bucket beside a red wheelbarrow glazed with rain, and you say, “sometimes the world just stops.”
and he laughs and goes, “but not today.”
and he pulls the trigger and the world explodes and you’re frozen in place, watching the red stain with one thought in your mind.
this is the end.
Posted By Drew On 07.08.2012 @ 8:29 pm
distributor
distributing god, the sun set across the bay. its light met my soul as it did the water that seemed to match my stillness, and as it drew near to the horizon it became a dot above the line of light; an “i” as i whispered “am” - I am star dust seeking star light, forever.
Posted By drew On 06.26.2012 @ 4:46 pm
seeds
she patted down the fresh topsoil with her spade. “sometimes life gives up on us,” she murmurs to him with tears streaking down her cheeks like shimmers of glory. “and then what do you do?” he whispers back, tentatively brushing the moist sand.
“you press on.”
Posted By Drew On 06.24.2012 @ 5:26 pm
dwell
i could see the tears that fell in slicing waves across your ivory cheeks, and the blood that trickled from your lifeless eyes that made you dead.
dead; like your love for me. dead; like everyone i ever loved.
Posted By Drew On 06.24.2012 @ 3:46 am
“I think it’s time to move on,” she said finally. The raindrops trailing down her cheeks in rivulets made her look almost as if she were crying; or maybe it was just his twisted fantasy, longing for her to be as broken about this as he was.
“But —”
“Don’t make this any harder for us, Joe,” she urged him, half-turning away. “It . . . it’s enough already. I mean, what were we thinking, envisioning that this would work out?”
He blinks back his tears, but he could cry freely in this rain and she wouldn’t even notice (or care.) “But, Victoria, I . . . I love you.”
“I thought I did, too.” She says, and that’s what finally breaks him. “But we shouldn’t dwell on past emotions that weren’t true to who we are.” And with that, she turns and walks away, leaving him crying silently in the rain.
Posted By Drew On 06.24.2012 @ 3:42 am
fractures
just let us fall. let us fall under the tropic warm palms of each other where sweat sways through them like wind as we wind-down into a giant lack of noise and god, where we lose our sexs and fill our holes and we become even, all, whole, unbroken.
Posted By drew On 06.21.2012 @ 7:42 pm
jelly
When I was a young girl, I hated peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I hated their gooey, thick texture and their boring two-note flavor. I had them far too many times, yet now, I don’t mind them. I guess it takes about ten years to gain a better perspective of those things you used to hate.
Posted By Drew On 06.06.2012 @ 4:02 pm
necessity
There are few things in this world that we really need. Those things seem to take precedent above all else. Yet, we so often forget that many things we want aren’t necessities, we put too much emphasis on what we should be rather than focusing on what we are. It’s sad really…
Posted By Drew On 06.02.2012 @ 11:31 am
architecture
The masonry was unrivaled by any who had seen it before. It was to be a statue to end all statues, not a single hairline fracture ran through the marble veins of the incredibly muscled figure. Yet, it was missing something, something that meant it was not remembered, but forever forgotten.
Posted By Drew On 05.29.2012 @ 3:24 pm
The beaty of the stonework stood out against the ruin. There was something everlasting that had been created when only few things remained. It was a marvel that it could sustain itself for so long, the lives and work that it must have taken forgotten.
Posted By Drew On 05.29.2012 @ 3:21 pm
primitive
The design of his body was undoubtedly primitive. An exoskeleton of sorts- strong for things like brute force. Nothing of intellect or superior power.
Posted By Drew On 05.11.2012 @ 8:07 am
rattle
scales that grew in the thick unknown of past fields is put down as delicate as a page of ancient text in a thin shed of snakeskin that is a shroud shrining what was, has and will emerged from the elapse; as are we, a shedding of time in vast past dark fields of space; a memory of an earlier and still growing, and both infant and ancient, cosmos.
Posted By drew On 04.13.2012 @ 8:25 pm
