Submissions by xtinacoo

Saturday twisted its spine;
cracked irony's skin.
I have circled the full loop
and met you here
where I thought we'd never be.
It fit and I knew it. Still,
I accepted that it would never be.
Except that it just was.
My obsessive day dream
come true.
And it wasn't what I envisioned at all.

Our nails scratch clumps of sweat
to solidify our golden waste.
My ears drain green
as I strip to my socks
and spray my livingroom with the humidity of a shoe.
Processed granules enter straight into the bloodstream-
glittered sprinkles of an anguished death
become my weathered scales.
It is not my legacy to throb about.
Showering is overrated.

11/16/2009
1:08 AM

The creases in my face spoke to me this morning.
My hand reached behind to grab ahold of the time,
but the systematic turning of the years rounded its fifth cycle,
and apart of me wascut open and taken out.
If I was injured before, I have misplaced the memory.
All I know is that I threw the ball and sat down in the grass.
I got up to move in the shade, where I made a new kind of appreciation for the other side of things.
I tried to fit in, but the other shades and I clashed.
I delved deeper into the darkness and found...

The music touches me closer in the space that you and I occupy.
Is my being alone the only thing welcoming your attention?
Nothing is to be shared between us.
Am I lost?
I find myself unfound, and waiting still.
A symbolic helping dries my empty platter.
Untouched - it hurts.
This time, this time, tomorrow, starting now, we wait.
What is it you have that I need to be given?
The familiar realization bestows me capable on my very own.
This solemn chamber bleeds an omniscient vague.

This is the embarrassing truth.
I do love you.
Disbelief shakes my head-
this emotion is not misaimed.
I love the way it feels
in my hand.
I know hardly anything of you,
but of myself familiar sensations.
You don't romance me much
or sing me my own name.
You are distant and unavailable
and don't return my calls.
You are nothing I need
and everything I want.
I am to you but a memory,
a tally.
We don't know each other at all
and your scent is stuck to my skin.
All of this is worth nothing,
amounts to nothing....