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Words Are Not Enough

30 Pages of Poetry
By, XO
[2]

everything makes sense in the confines of silence


I don't remember when
I lost control
I don't remember how
or where, or when
it isn't warm
or hot, but cold
regardless of what
the temperatures been

heavenly happenings have


halted here having had
such an astoundingly
sapping strength
[3]

the sun rose twice


ask me when it falls
I’m not quite sure
what's happening
at all

(downstairs I heard a rumble


like pink clouds were exploding)

ask me when it falls


no lack of inspiration
from which I could
draw

(and in the shadow of brick


we made love with our clothes on)
[4]

numb
push down
twist off
drop out
drift off
[5]

oh no I still remember trust me


look at my
facial structure
and the colors
and textures
of my skin

I want you to
glance at my
muscles and
feel what I can
do with them

can you feel


the vibrations
from my voice
up against your
inner ear?

is it perfect
is it good
is it worth it
feeling good?

I’ve been staring


this whole time
at your curves
and at your breath
in the air

I want to feel
your skin on mine
moist and wet
teach you where
show you me

gasp at
have you ever
it's not so
graze
nails on skin
[6]

is it perfect
is it good
is it worth it
feeling good?
[7]

more questions than answers


you don't understand
we are living between god's
blinking eyes
and you remember that
one time when you laughed
so hard? but god
remembers everything
and not so much at once.

your tears absorb


into your skin
like the rain to the earth
and you both are an
hourglass set down
just once
so it better be good,
you'd better not sleep.

there are bombs going off


all around your face
like water bouncing
off the shore and
your lying in the water
breathing in the sand
staring at the sky
reflecting from the moon.
[8]

can’t turn back and/or here I am


the devil wears everything, so don't believe what is in your veins. pheromones
make the world go 'round so i suggest you write yourself down and keep that shit in
your back pocket. everyone has two lips, it is not hard for those things to connect to
each other so don't let your heart beat too fast lover boy (she's doesn't love you
she's just in love with your skeleton). the world doesn't exist but you still can't bend
it your way because your body slows you down just that fucking much.

and I love
how you
fucking smell.

you are not what you eat you are what you fuck. your clothes and your car and your
words are merely a painting that reveals a lot more about you than you painted it
to. your brain does not come with a delete button but your body does, so if you'd
like to forget how cold this room is leave it. don't let me get you too confused, all
that I’m really trying to say is that your father and mother carved you out of skin
and you are an invisible smoke hid deep inside, all that matters is how much of you
is there (at least, in my opinion).

but I love
how you
fucking smell.
[9]

a1
there is a place
where I go
when I’m all out
of self control
where the curtains
are closed
where it's proven
and shown
that my heart is
not a home
it is a place where
you die alone.
[10]

heart like a cherry pit


cherry pit heart
clock
made
o
u
t
o
f
s
a
p
second hand turned
minute hand turned
hour hand turned back

standing at a doorway
where everything
gets trapped
the universe all
sucks it in until the
light itself turns black

cherry pit sinks


l
o
w
mind runs thin
what would you
no what could do
if I had just
walked in

stretched way too far


out to matter
I’m all just tall thin
all this irritates
my mental hate
until my cherry pit
falls ill
[11]

50,000 metaphorical miles


growing accustom
leaning on water
shedding pounds
to make the trip.
lost and found
lead through mud
until it stuck
to our feet.
carbon copy of
a stick man
cuts like a knife
at a taco bell.
i have heard
the morning bird
and want to fly
so bad.
sever my neck
muscles and run
real fast hoping you
wont love me,

anymore.
[12]

the adventures of everything and his arch-nemesis nothing


everything jumped into the water
after years holding his feet
just low enough to graze the surface
but just high enough
yeah
just high enough

everything dove real real deep


knowing that it was black
and he couldn't see
or know where he was
headed
or had been

everything picked no pace


he would go fast and then
slow and then fast because
it was black and who knows
what
could be next

everything was not afraid


because if he was hurt he
would heal and if he did die
then it was most certainly
his
turn to be nothing.
[13]

take one daily for pain


swallowing
that chalk
white
devil
don't care
just stay down
feeling woozy
right now
I like it ‘cuz
I’m in the mood
to drive
off
over
feeling
could just
drive over
the median
don't tell
them
just let the wheel
no I can't but
chalk white
yeah just stay down
the lines blur
on the pavement
just stay down
I could move my
hand
and we'd all
die
and it'd feel
so much better
then yeah
it'd feel so much better
then
I could not be
of the sun
like you wanted so
chalk white
devil
[14]

yeah
just stay down.

stay real real down.


[15]

find it
apparently there was snow
on the doors and the streets
and inside of your apartment
on the floors and the sheets
and swimming inside of you
from your nose to your feet

I was freezing in midnight air


a long walk home that december
and now I see it all in colored
chalk more than remembered
haunted forever by the snow
I stalk the cold snowy weather
[16]

I am convinced what you are worth


gasp
I savor
I hope you did
as
if you did
not
I would
enjoy
it
but
you
wasted
my beautiful

of course
however
your vocal
chords
produce
varied sounds
from
all of the
rest
bedded

otherwise
the
feeling
of your skin
for
which
I would
kill.
[17]

some day in august


there went the floor
here come the walls
quiet now, the children
are asleep no need
for anyone to
explain themselves

and who turned the


heat up so high in
this goddamned room?
and why does my
voice sound like
the hammer on a
gun?

I was given the choice


where the grass would
be greener and I set
that decision aside
so one day I could make
it up, whenever I was
happy is where the grass
would be green at

if I felt like
your fingers meant
what my mother's did
maybe I’d be cow in
the pasture.
[18]

I will sit cold


your winter
sun will set
before the
night grips
you in mid
sentence

slept through
the summer
suns rise
twice too many
times

fixed on the
vanishing point
waiting for
highways stretched.
[19]

spring or summer whichever gets here first


a subtle summer breeze
I can stomach the sulfur
of the flaming fireworks
in our eyes

took a single seed


hoped for it's heights
to breath the bark
forever
[20]

meant to be whispered or screamed but nothing in between


the
world
spins
on
a
tilt
but
none
of
it
was
ever
felt
she
lit
up
a
t.v.
screen
all
in
an
elaborate
dream
I
sat
with
a
full
plate
wishing
there
was
more
I
had
ate
kill
me
with
[21]

kindness
‘cuz
I
am
blind
to
my
blindness
[22]

pay close attention to the blood in the last line


I don't think that
the trees see your face
I don't think
the gravel really cares

when your eyes kick in


and you paint your face
in your favorite colors
when he leaves some letters
on a page you check
with only intent

I don't think that


the trees see your face
I don't think
the gravel really cares

the smallest glory


was inside of your giggle
when my eyes would cross
and inside your skin
as it touched mine
only to fail me forever.
[23]

and don’t ever stare into darkness


don't look at it for
too long
you might break it

do not eat what


you are fed
you will not make it

don't stand on
that too long
it strips you naked

don't throw yourself


away
you are sacred
[24]

it was night and he was crying


no songs the lovebird sings
a flutter stretched like a stutter step
he was on my roof

bled to the brink of empty


the tank ran out of fuel
for the blinking lights

and how I wish


you were a dancing queen
arm in arm arm in arm
[25]

arms wide open like


you are the shadow that
falls behind you and
you are the picture
that you have painted
and you are the product
of the roads you've traveled.

when we jump in the water


it is cold, it is cold,
and when we get out
it is cold, it is cold,
because if I say cold
and you say cold
then it is cold.

oh, the stars are one


way mirrors reflecting us
all in retrospect and
there are eyes looking down
watching your left turn
on stadium drive as you
talk to your mistress on the
telephone before you slam
on the breaks and hit the
little girl selling cookies.

they have no tears,


and they have no predictions
but what they do have
is a bed of roses
for you to lie in
just as grandmother said.
[26]

could be seen
tracing my pencil fingers
down your crooked roads
I draw lines with inspiration
that never

cold machines moving


back and forth in and out
with circles and lines
that never

what if I want to
believe that there's
something underneath
that never
[27]

the clouds are cement


limbs fully asleep
with my head still driving
on the cold interstate

dead fingers tapping


on my steering wheel
cum stains on my pants

the clouds they are


hard to see
but I can see faces
staring back at me
etched in cement

the clouds they are


hard to see
but I can see faces
staring back at me
of which I lament
[28]

disease
the going gets tough
with thick blood at the cusp
in gravity I trust
in gravity I trust

lips on your neck


almost made me forget
I taste the
oh how the

naked trees and


bleach white streets used
to always spell
trouble for me.
[29]

skin like silk

in twisted sheets
we touch
like silk
much like silk

on winter nights
beating cold
like heat
like body heat

and at the final peak of euphoria found beneath the warmest sheets on nights
where the dark is so thick that we wear masks for the sake of mystery you can feel
the final touches of something welled so deep, beneath the box springs, beneath
the floorboards, beneath the cement slab and below the basement, near the bottom
of the earth. you can feel it slide off of the very tip of your essence, from your
tongue, from your fingertips.

and it felt
kind of like silk
just like silk.
[30]

green fields
suck my eyes into a
blazing picture tube
keeping me from floating
tying me to my chair
while gravity gives itself
a break

I am still chasing
the first butterfly
that anyone ever gave me.
[31]

induction

the blood fell


like water
as I tumbled
down the
mountain
but I never
felt a thing

and

there were muscles


eating away
at other muscles
waterlogged, all of them
with the sweat
accumulated from
lying deathly still

and

I was only half alive


so my expressions
were only
half contrived
and my
emotions were
only
cast aside
because the moonlight
bounced off
of my furniture
in the
queerest way

and

vomit doesn’t taste


as bad
if you haven’t
eaten
anything but
make-believe

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