bluesputnik


Until You.
August 5, 2010, 6:49 pm
Filed under: motion in poetry

I used to be a child.

I used to sit and dream of raspberry pie.

I used to be a writer.

I used to create with pen and paper.

I used to be an artist.

I used to paint thoughts with a dash of ink.

I used to be a lover.

I used to kiss you under the night’s cover.

I used to be a wanderer.

I used to touch upon grasses unfettered.

I used to be me.

I used to be thee.

I used to be free.



Sunday morning
August 28, 2009, 10:25 am
Filed under: motion in poetry | Tags: , , , , , ,

Clock screams
Red eyes gleam
Migraine sears
Rent fears.

Trash tabloids
Cereal meteoroids
Happiness steroids
Smiling androids.

Jogger’s park
Sun bask
Last night’s fuck
Slam dunk.

Idle minds
Daylight crimes
Brethren dies
God cries.

Digital scribbles
Family squabbles
Poodle sniffles
Sky drizzles.

Sunday morning.

surrealism

surrealism



The Beauty of Assymetry
August 28, 2009, 10:18 am
Filed under: motion in poetry | Tags: , , , , ,

Ferris wheels
In the sky,
Caravans
In the sea.

Masquerades,
In basements,
Sodomy,
In terraces.

Friends,
In graves,
Foes,
In spas.

Lovers,
In dungeons,
Haters,
In islets.

Gods,
In urns,
Devils,
In bedrooms.

You,
In my head.
Me,
In your skin.

puppet models: assymetry

puppet models: assymetry



Under the Apple Tree
August 28, 2009, 10:12 am
Filed under: motion in poetry | Tags: ,

Whiling away time,
Away from the biting chill,
Away from the vulgarity of falseness,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Sitting there in the shade,
Away from the mindless chatter,
Away from the bling and the bang,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Throwing pebbles into the pond,
Away from the stench of power,
Away from the sebaceous glands of money,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Singing happy songs to myself,
Away from the pressures of adolescence,
Away from the expectations from adulthood,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Falling off to sweet sleep,
Away from the sexual politics,
Away from the eve-teasing,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Dreaming of sunshine and rainbows,
Away from the realization of rejection,
Away from the stab in the back,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Waking up to your face in my mind,
Away from knowing you won’t love me,
Away from still hoping you will,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Walking back to blend in the crowd,
Back to being one of them,
Back to being a part of the world,
Away from the apple tree,
For today, tomorrow, forever.

poisoned

poisoned



heart beats & atom bombs
August 28, 2009, 10:06 am
Filed under: motion in poetry | Tags: , , ,

When terrorism dies,
And the nightsky cries,
When friends fight,
And there is no light,
When darkness kills,
And she takes sleeping pills,
When needles sting,
And in pain, you cringe,
When frustration builds,
And your fortune tilts,
When happiness fades,
And depression overtakes,
When time is limited,
And your heart is beatless,
When fairytales are fake,
And movies are a craze,
When agony consumes,
And betrayal resumes,
When rejections are many,
And the pulse is racy,
When mirrors shatter,
And children are in tatters,
When a country is defeated,
And stray dogs are cremated,
When love weakens my heartbeat,
Then atom bombs are nothing.

n613584096_971258_4735



StripSixteen
August 28, 2009, 9:36 am
Filed under: motion in poetry | Tags: ,

DAY

Pale skin,
Messy hair,
Bad acne,
Weird odour.

Blue hat,
White overalls,
Patchwork trousers,
Broken glasses.

Sweeps floors,
Bears ridicule,
Feels sharp jabs,
Cries inside.

NIGHT

Black leather,
Chrome leggings,
Electricblue spikes,
Diva-esque mascara.

False lashes,
Plastic face,
Fake smile,
Anorexic bod.

Party-hopping,
Crowd-surfing,
Joy-driving,
Cart-wheeling.


MORNING

Wake up,
Throbbing temple,
Foul breath,
Stranger beside.

Counts cash,
Mumbles “thanks”,
Wears overalls
Sets off for school.

Sunshine,
New day,
Same routine,
A stripper’s life.

stripperella

stripperella