Brevity, levity, turpidity, stupidity, alacrity, insanity, proximity, veracity, sincerity, tenacity, potentiality, indefinability… rarity… me.
©2015 choiSOSS
Category Archives: Intangible
Hype
Hype
The hype won’t make
Them find you.
The hype won’t make
Them love you.
The hype can’t make
Them value.
The game won’t raze
The solitude.
The game won’t faze
The multitude.
The game can’t blaze
The lassitude.
The hype won’t make
Them find you.
The hype won’t make
Them love you.
The hype can’t raise
Your value.
©2015 choiSOSS
Singles: 010
You can’t even see what’s right in front of you, blaring horns and flashing lights.
©2014 choiSOSS
Singles: 008
Surface intensity is an effective foil against real connection.
©2014 choiSOSS
Wrangler
Modicum of sanity in this knotted mess of circumstance.
Cleaning up the pieces dropped and littering the ground.
Mediating, modifying, all in all, unsatisfying.
Gathering the pieces that are falling all around.
Most of all, time washes over, draining down and falling under.
Taking care to keep an even keel from stern to prow.
Just a wait now, neverending; hoping for a happy ending.
Clasping hands to heart in hopes to keep all safe and sound.
©2014 choiSOSS
Release
(maybe lyrics? a bit cerebral… er… or abstract)
Click in the depths of my convoluted brain
Go the cogged wheels of turning, rolling back and in.
Bam to the bottom of my vessel of pain
Lands the pinpoint missile, bringing sharp-shooting stings.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
Pow in the gut with all my soft, tender bits
Goes the fist of regret, turning in as it hits.
Oof to the jaw in my beleaguered face
Lands the fist of the past, slinging mem’ry of waste.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
Caught in the wires
Of barb-ed thoughts,
Dragging up,
Dragging out,
Dredging pasts through the muck.
Cut it.
Break it.
Take it to the bone.
It’s time to begin again,
The seed’s unsown.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
New leaves sprout.
New seeds sown.
It starts again. It’s new again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
©2014 choiSOSS
Precipice
She stands,
Slightly slouched,
Hair shining from brushstrokes,
Slight sparkles where the sun
Baked in flyaway ends, stirred by the breeze.
She smiles,
Wryly, one-sided.
A thought crosses her mind
And the lips press together
Making her dimples appear just for a moment.
She turns,
On one heel,
And strides away from him,
Not knowing the effect she has had
On his quick-beating heart, now subsiding.
©2014 choiSOSS
Singles: 007
Cunningly, the brain hides the heart from what it wants most, only to later make excuses for why it is alone.
©2014 choiSOSS
Yes, split infinitive. Suck it. ;)
No clouds
Clear sky
No clouds
Hint of green on the nose.
Open
Stress-free
Hint of clear in the eye.
One look
Brow raised
Hint of quick in the brain.
Sharp breath
Deep sigh
Hint of warmth in the hand.
©2014 choiSOSS
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