TyeDye's Notebook

thanks for all the kind...and encouraging words....feedback is beautiful

 

sweet words, matey... 'specially liked 8/9.

 

Barefoot lying on a trampoline
Not feelings like myself, not looking quite myself
Unbathed, unkempt, unconcerned
Too cold for August
My feet are cold leather towards a long gone sun
My sister sleeping in a hammock across the yard
We keep each other company from a distance.
Disoriented bugs flop with no rhyme or reason
Across the paper, across my legs, across the sky.
The trees--a different color than I'd seen before
Blue-green under lilac ice
Cicadas rubbing on my brain
Distracting, egging-on my lack of concentration
Feeling light, feeling good, feeling better than on a usual Saturday.
Feeling real--real comfortable that I
read about enlightenment and feel somewhat belittled
Darker still, feel a chill, a shin against another
Face to my hand to the paper
Against the dark, white lights my black ink
Winding down it seems
Feeling good, a grin smeared across my
face for no one else to see
The paper smell pulls at my nose,
brings me down even closer
Waited a long while for a time like this
Not wasting time or paper.
Now, that feels better

 

the fluorescent bulbs overhead
dance a dance of neglesct
and of change
as the ice cold water
weaves its way along my
back
takin my breath and the dirt, grime
regret, grief, anger, and sadness
leaving me to my dance of shivers
and racing down
towards
the
drain

 

I was driving home from school
Late one night
Through the dingiest parts of town
The sun hadn't set yet because it had never rose
that day
My feet stuck to the mats beaneath the seat
Where I had spilled Pepsi earlier that day
After a wide right turn
As always there was nothing on the radio
An old eighties flashback came on
And I Bounced my head to the side.
Ahead I saw a puddle in the middle of the road
I drove into it head on
I had Misjudged its depth
And my car was soaked.
I reached over into the ashtray
And pocketed the three dollars and fifty cents
My father had given me for a car wash.

 

A dark haired woman peers through the silver frames
She sips imported coffee and whispers
to a man that can not be seen
She writes all of her secrets on the backs of napkins
When she leaves, all that remains are several tiny shreds

 

Dripping thoughts shine red through my incandescent eyes
Desire is lost, washed quietly away
as you scream your meaningless lyrics
I forgive you in my mind
but my heart remains cold and stained dark
All silver must tarnish

 

Loved this line, and the whole poem, actually... very nice stuff! I'd love to get more of the story though... what secrets? why was she in the coffee house? Gotta love the mystery!

 

I can appreciate the clear realism in all your pieces. Very staight to the point...and yet not. There seems to be always something unsaid, something implied, enigmatic yet cynical at times.

 

Thanks Kitten!

 

I needed you tonite
Where were you?
God help me if you were with her
I don’t think I could take that again
The silence is maddening and your face is all I see
It’s always there
Haunting me
God I wish I could be done with you
I wish you were out of my life forever
Good riddance
All I ever see is your back
Or your “I want your sex” smile
You’re driving me insane.
Can’t you just make up your mind
For my sake if not yours
If you’re done with me then let me know
Don’t mess with my mind
don’t touch my thoughts
I’m sick of letting you inside my head where all you do is screw it up
I can’t even think straight
I cant do anything
I cant focus on the fumbling hands and wet lips
The nimble fingers and hot breath
The sweet smell of sex and sweat is not enough to lure my thoughts from you
Just get out of my head
And take every bit of you out of me
I don’t ever want to feel your body against mine
I don’t want to havce to relay those secret moments
Over and over and over again
I just want to move on
So get out!

 

Melodrama...did you mean to make your own thread..but not knowing put it in as a reply??...because i'm confused??

 

I forgot how beautiful you were in 1999
Before gray hearts, made gray days
Adding to your addiction to those tiny white pills
With the "S" embossed on them

I forgot how beautiful you were in 1999
On taxi cab nights, with Sunday morning coffee
Dividing my thought before we lost track of time
Laying in bed dreaming about the moon

I forgot how beautiful you were in 1999
When lyrics stained your carpet
Poured out from your soul and spilt onto the floor
In a time when you subtracted everyone out of you life but me

I forgot how beautiful you were in 1999
When ink covered your fingertips
Multiplying lined paper in your head
With suicide notes written in disappearing marke r

 

Beautiful!

 

Tye Dye, I must admit I'm a prick. And I've tried really hard to tone it down lately but I must tell you I'm impressed by your writing. You've got talent. And it's often in damn poor supply. I don't often look at longer threads. I'll return to this one!

 

I forgot to comment to your latest piece forever ago, so I'm pulling it back to the front simply because I remembered it, and when it sticks with ya that long, that means it's good, and yep, it's really good! I read through everything else here too, and pulled out some quotes from my favorites... your images are so lush, with hints of larger stories floating beneath them; and I like it

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Directions

Driving past neon crosswalk signs
Clearly marking the non-commericial roadway
"First road on the right after the crosswalk sign"
New tar on old tires, jumping over metal fences
Past glass doors with thick hanging blinds
Making sure to blow all smoke behinde you
Your eyes sink into the tv
My eyes sink into you

 

Untitled

Can burn me with your eyes
Finging equality in two blue windows--my eyes

Can you dare me with your touch
Finding adventure in every crease--my body

Can you inspire me with your mind
Finding vibrance in ever word--my voice

Can you save me with your soul
Finding peace within two bodies--our love

 

We All Connect(a rambling of thoughts)

I was on a backpacking trip through Africa
and I saw elephants and cheetahs, and tribesmen with stretched lips
Building houses of bamboo and sand, hidden from the rest of the world
No one could really understand the way of these people
With long hair, barefooted, they travel far
"Keep on Truckin" is the phrase of the day
Always in motion with no destination, confused little children
dance in the rain with beads and peace signs and catch rain on their tongue
Tasteing like ocean salt, and rain forest trees
Singing rain dance songs, through wet forest paths
Completely naked, in complete harmony with each other
They're not thinking only feeling
Parading with decadence, with dead heads and full hearts
because the only thing that is real is what you make your reality
And if you fuck up your reality , then what do you really have left?
So stick to herbal situations and all will be wonderful

 

Decay

I don't know why i come to this place anymore
full of empty dusty things once useful
but now misplaced
I remeber once when the light comeing through
the windows
was clear and sharp, no hint of the yellowness of
time to come
And time, what else is there to blame?
it has taken everything
jars of rusty screws, peeling paint
but i have't got the nerve to clean it all
or the hear to quit comeing back.
Because i always remeberwhen this was a busy
productive place
smelling like saw dust instead of stillness and decay
And i climed up on a stool to see all the odds and
ends on the shelves

It's been years now
since i watched you die
Horrified seeing you weep
at the powerless cripple you had become
You couldn't walk down the stairs anymore
to go to our favorite place.
You died far from me
and i can't seem to forget that

It's been so long now,
long enough to wear away our favorite place
to a miserable musty hole
And i wonder what you'd think of me today.
I was still very much a child when you knew me.

I try not to let these things worry me
and i try to steer clear of our favorite place
but i keep expecting to come back
and see everything as it once was.