• Octowhat commented on the post, vapor 6 years ago

    why are the things that are always intangible
    the ones that scream to be touched?
    when i near the end of my life
    and i see you holding my hand
    i will take a breath and pop
    into billions of bits of me
    i’ll float on the air, fall into the pockets
    go through a cigarrette or three
    and i will still exist, still living
    but it’ll be the freest…[Read more]

  • Octowhat commented on the post, bloomed 6 years ago

    why is it i never feel that tingling
    that feeling that i’ve done right
    because underneath the mingling
    of smiles and eyes all bright
    i feel like what I want to see myself become
    is wasted and lost under my bed
    along with my journals and socks and some
    things that i thought were dead

  • Octowhat commented on the post, deft 6 years, 1 month ago

    Hidden talent can not be smelt
    nor dealt with in a reasonable way
    why oh why does jealousy get all over your dress
    and hands
    and chin
    but you don’t use a napkin
    to clear it away and accept
    there is always someone better
    smarter
    laughter
    pain
    you can try to lose it
    but you won’t gain

  • Octowhat commented on the post, collection 6 years, 1 month ago

    Death collected my dog today.
    He’s lying on a blanket, shaved hiney covered and eyes half open.
    I wish we could have given him more, but all I can think of is
    he was still so warm.

  • Octowhat commented on the post, collage 6 years, 2 months ago

    Sticky tricky bits of light
    They know, they know, so don’t put up a fight
    Because you know it much better than they
    That glue won’t keep the burns away…
    But into the glue jar you let your hands dive
    lick your little fingers, feel the moisture dry
    The wormy squirmy, mushy heart
    has no need for plastic art.
    Roll up your socks if they cling…[Read more]

  • Octowhat commented on the post, catapult 6 years, 3 months ago

    Such a careless movement
    no layers to plan
    just one decision to make
    yes
    or no
    definitive
    be flung
    or climb out of the cradle and think of what it could have been
    no backsies
    no chance for regret or repeats
    toss and turn, weigh the options
    because once it snaps
    whips into the air
    and then it’s clear
    it will have to end
    and it won’t…[Read more]

  • Octowhat commented on the post, shoulder 6 years, 3 months ago

    rounded like a door knob, then
    sloped like a valley
    ending at the trunk of a sapling
    and if you dare to climb it
    nestled in the leaves
    among the birds and the blossoms
    is the most terrifying thing:
    the mind of man

  • Octowhat commented on the post, stories 6 years, 3 months ago

    It seems to be the same again and again
    I make a whole future for ourselves bathed in honey light
    I set myself up for quite the fall as soon as I fall in love
    I have the feeling that you shouldn’t be able to do this to me
    whoever “you” are, but it seems like every single time
    I’m on the floor writhing and my hair gets soaked
    my nose runs,…[Read more]

  • Octowhat commented on the post, enemies 6 years, 3 months ago

    I wept a little when I realized
    that the one you loved was apart from me
    that you would extend a hand to help her down from a ledge
    or a stage
    or a wall
    and I would be left to jump and hear my knees crack and bend
    I could lie down and let them throb
    (hot pulses how wonderful)
    but you’d be walking away and I want
    (need?)
    to follow…[Read more]

  • Octowhat commented on the post, welfare 6 years, 4 months ago

    you have a two syllable interaction
    Ahh CHOO (or AHH choo)
    Bless YOU (BLESS you)
    Thank YOU (THANK you)
    And there, it’s done.
    Automatic, mindless interaction
    simple and free.

  • Octowhat commented on the post, welfare 6 years, 4 months ago

    we’ll give you this
    (though not much)
    so you can keep on doing what you do
    (which isn’t much either)
    we feel sorry for your problems
    (but life’s tough titty)
    so take this.
    (fare wel)

  • Octowhat commented on the post, wheat 6 years, 4 months ago

    Golden waves: image
    commonly put upon the
    final page, I think.

  • Octowhat commented on the post, tornado 6 years, 4 months ago

    Netting can’t catch you
    so you spatter like an egg,
    disturbed from your final resting place
    but you’re not even dead.
    Contentment is weeded,
    pulled up with roots hanging and dripping.
    Your heart is unsettled in its imperfect cage,
    it rocks and coos to itself.
    So you’re always spinning,
    eyes hurt from seeing blurs,
    no rest for the…[Read more]

  • Octowhat commented on the post, destined 6 years, 5 months ago

    It’s amazing how
    in a beat of the heart
    a person can suddenly glow
    a light cast upon them,
    their colors bleeding out
    into your world.
    They are a shine in the hair of a beautiful girl
    a twinkle in the eye of an old man
    and it’s then
    when they are near
    they are so very far.

    Their luminescence
    incandescence
    radiant glow
    leaves spots…[Read more]

  • Octowhat commented on the post, calamity 6 years, 5 months ago

    Tasting the air, the blues bleed in.
    They steep like tea, changing it all into an effervescent
    sparkling, miraculous stain
    that marks your hands, your chest, your eyes…
    God, your eyes.
    Your eyes sting vapourously
    burn my lungs
    scorch my cheeks.
    “Calcifer” they whisper
    and they are gone, leaving sunspots.
    Wave my hand through them, they…[Read more]

  • Octowhat commented on the post, eternal 6 years, 5 months ago

    Oh, what a blush-inducing concept
    a fever of the mind
    reels to think what life could mean
    if it didn’t end
    For though all the possibilities
    all the walks alone
    none could compare to
    the frightening realization that
    each time you wake up you can relax and take a breath
    for no matter how many times you do
    it won’t be your last.

  • Octowhat commented on the post, withered 6 years, 5 months ago

    Leather loafers after a walk in the river, creaking
    and the screams as it dries
    once had life, and now it flies
    swirling away, they shrink without speaking
    twisted and old, maybe still young
    but under the wrinkles beauty’s undone
    and lost innocence always prevails, it seems
    and the fountain of youth is only in dreams
    so, they can no longer…[Read more]

  • Octowhat commented on the post, flames 6 years, 5 months ago

    going going gone
    choking choking on a song and
    it feels so, so good and
    then it blackens, flakes and blisters
    forming where they should not, it stirs
    and, eating until it’s more than full,
    containment is impossible

  • Octowhat commented on the post, instill 6 years, 5 months ago

    worming its way into your ear
    made its way to your skull
    the eggy pinkness of your mind
    and there it sits
    nagging, pulling, eating
    sucking rationality dry until
    it is invisible
    and there all the time

  • Octowhat commented on the post, startled 6 years, 5 months ago

    Does it shock
    surprise
    terrify
    arouse
    amuse
    appall
    sway
    move
    sadden
    gladden
    madden
    you to know
    eternity will reach an end
    life will close its eyes
    your day will be over
    your body older
    feet colder
    sagging shoulder on a pillow
    while you contemplate this reality
    Truth does not exist
    but it is reality, and you can either
    accept…[Read more]