offcuts & nonsense

[arielwritesstuff-blog]

i am trapped spinning on a pinhead i melded myself. catherine-wheeling on an oxcart of my own design. how, schadenfreude, do you operate? you spin like a carousel and i am too dizzy too blinded by colors and too stimulated by wafts and smells to get off: horses gallop over me and i bleed candy, tasting it sweet on my flapping tongue.

[tcmsaltlit]

stranger/outsider

a project of theforgetfulsurf

[internetpoetry]

[tcmsaltlit]

theforgetfulsurf

i am a writer. i write about things. mostly poetry.

feel like i should probably plug my facebook page a little bit

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(a sneak preview of a thing i'm working on)

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do you remember the time you told me you were crying

do you remember the time you told me you were crying and i skype called you 

do you remember the time you told me you were crying and i skype called you and read to you from my novel

do you remember the time you told me you were crying and i skype called you and read to you from my novel even though my room-mate was around and i only stopped when you were feeling better

do you remember how you felt that night and how you survived

do you remember how you felt that night and how you survived and i tried to help you

do you remember how you felt that night and whether it was better or worse than you feel now

do you remember when you first felt terrible and what you did to not feel terrible

do you remember whether it worked

do you remember what you had for breakfast

do you remember what you had for breakfast lunch and dinner because i dont

do you remember what you did last week because holding onto a sense of time and place is important and if you dont then we can start there

do you remember what it felt like to be totally happy

do you remember what we are aiming for

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[kitwickham]

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a spoken word thing i did for a youtube video earlier this week.

[kitwickham]

i often think of her. / the way her long straight hair black as the frames on her glasses would tangle in my fingers and halo around her head falling onto the white pillow / the way her hand was so small in mine and that i could squeeze it and she would squeeze back like morse code between sinking ships / i’m sorry i don’t think i can go on

[kitwickham]

a dog sleeps on her bed. he is taking up all the room. she stays awake at her laptop staring into nothing. / rub her eyes one more time. kiss her on the cheek. tell her she is a beautiful girl before she falls asleep.

[kitwickham]

(um

i miss you already like, jesus christ, that was the worst way to say goodbye

except it wasn’t goodbye or shouldn’t have been only ‘auf weidersehen’ until i see you again

good night)

[kitwickham]

i realised today that i miss her

in a way i didn’t before.

i miss everything.

[kitwickham]

please don’t come back. i’d die.

six word poem (via smoke-stung-eyes)

[kitwickham]

why is it that i feel like i deserve this when you never did and never do you’re too good for this to screw you up let me take that weight from you it will drag me down regardless (my life is like quicksand) but you can run away now please run away if only for me

[kitwickham]

one hour after i went home i lifted my head off the pillow and looked at the screen and suddenly i remembered your scent and exactly the way we had cuddled. i missed you then and i miss you now.

[kitwickham]

don’t go down to the woods today; there are monsters there. they will eat you whole and throw you up, so you can join them in throwing up everything you ever saw. / don’t climb the mountain, sweetheart: at the top is only a monster that will throw you back and break your heart as you scrape back to where you were your body a stone and your soul sisyphus.