Tinny tastes, ringing on my tongue.
Chewed-up cheek, saltily oozing blood.
It’s hard to swallow the
Load
Of
Crap
You’ve just spewed from those pursed lips.
So I spit
It out
On the floor
And move on.
©2015 choiSOSS
Tinny tastes, ringing on my tongue.
Chewed-up cheek, saltily oozing blood.
It’s hard to swallow the
Load
Of
Crap
You’ve just spewed from those pursed lips.
So I spit
It out
On the floor
And move on.
©2015 choiSOSS
Brevity, levity, turpidity, stupidity, alacrity, insanity, proximity, veracity, sincerity, tenacity, potentiality, indefinability… rarity… me.
©2015 choiSOSS
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
Such the girl
Am I.
Stuck in this
Come Nigh.
No release
In sight.
Such the girl
Stay I.
Take it in
Don’t cry.
Fuck that noise
Say I.
©2014 choiSOSS
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
(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
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
Intricacies of interactions
Reality of situation
And then
Intimacies of revelations
Harmony of conversation
And so
Panoplies of odd attractions
Verity of satisfaction
And how
©2014 choiSOSS