Bhang On The Tombs

The "Real Boy"

madhattress19@gmail.com (Bhangb3b3) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 17:00:00 +0000

Your nose grew!
Next time you lie, keep
your back turned.

Living Life in the Color Spectrum

madhattress19@gmail.com (Bhangb3b3) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 16:56:00 +0000

Is is baby don't hurt me?
Is it falling in and out?
Is it throwing your cards on the table?
And the possibility of you looking at me differently?

Is it giving up personality
to meld into a single being?

Or like molecules,
separate in their own right,
colliding for a brief time with a burst of energy?

What explains it best
(physics or "feelings")
and what love is right or wrong?

What is love?

It is more than you've lost and less than you've gained.
It breaks the laws of thermodynamics.

What is love?

It's the light that you see as excited particles lose their "fire."
The remnants of a burning lust as it fades into non-existence.

Fools In the Clothing of Lovers

madhattress19@gmail.com (Bhangb3b3) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 16:32:00 +0000

She is a monster,
a profiler of broken things,
and she'll capture you when her fancy swings.

She sees through your face all the things you've lost,
then shows you glimmers,
letting you weigh the costs of being with her.

Because it won't be as great
as you're thinking it will and she's sure

that she won't break your heart, but she will lose it,
leaving you with doubts that you cannot refute.

There is more to her than the flash of a smile,
the quirks that hide a woman scar[r]ed;

so when noone bothers looking, can she be blamed
for the pile of shame they've embraced with both arms?

If you claim that you "don't deserve her"
what made you think that this would last.

That Which You Desire, Leaves Me Uninspired.

madhattress19@gmail.com (Bhangb3b3) — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 17:57:00 +0000

Love's about more than sex
Or the presumption of elegance

It's never quite what you thought you saw
It's loving the pavement after the fall.

Love is less than common sense
And easier lost than innocence

But if love's what you thought you meant
I suggest you reconsider the case you've presented.

Lunes Are Americanized Haikus

madhattress19@gmail.com (Bhangb3b3) — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:38:00 +0000

Children are adventurers
Pushing through all known boundaries
Braving this world.

A lune is the Americanized form of the haiku, instead of 5-7-5 syllables it is 3-5-3 words.

Passing On

madhattress19@gmail.com (Bhangb3b3) — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 04:15:00 +0000

Sidewalk chalk and soft high grass,
like all things good,
this too shall pass.

To leave you remembering,
Trembling, yet still
Reminiscing on youth and of freedom of will.

Blinded by the White

madhattress19@gmail.com (Bhangb3b3) — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 18:38:00 +0000

I try desperately
to save dreams
beached
on shores rough with sands of worn down hope.

Their bare bones
bleached
as white as blank paper,
as blank white minds
of paper white men,
unable or unwilling to see
the stories of anyone but themselves.

Sweet Sweet Honey

madhattress19@gmail.com (Bhangb3b3) — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 17:07:00 +0000

Oh honey bear,

why do you cry
as you stare from my window
each day and each night.

Oh honey bear,

why do you sob
as I run from home
as I turn the knob.

Your sweet tears stick you to this place
perhaps you wish not to escape,
but to stay,
enjoying beauty I ignore.

On nights when winter stops

madhattress19@gmail.com (Bhangb3b3) — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 18:56:00 +0000

You can trust that on nights when winter stops us star gazing
I will keep you warm,
building explosive constellations behind your eyes.
Doing so to compensate,
to satisfy celestial yearnings,
to fly among the stars:
mouth ajar,
eyes skyward,
pupils dialated,
muscles tensed,
arms flailing,
grappling for stability.

Floundering against the overwhelming nature of galaxies,
Solar systems
consisted of loud orgasms and sloppy wet sounds.
Lickings, Kissings, Slappings, Pullings
Rough enough to rearrange my insides,
Rough enough to feel shared sweat pooling on torsos, and the skin between joints.

In my head, I see us rocking this worlds' eyes wide shut.
In my head, you are a wandering cowboy, a lion, a priest.
In my head, I lik-...I love you

Shhh!

(I love you
I love you
I love you.)

Shhhhhh!

(I love you
I love you
I love you.)

Shut up brain!