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Bottle Nosed and Face Down

August 25, 2016December 13, 2017 OshanLeave a comment

I wish I had giant eyes

The kind of eyes that are so glassy

And so glossy

that they cannot be real

I wish they would take over my sight

Allowing for hyper sight

Seeing through

Seeing over

Seeing who I am

I wish my eyelashes went further than my brow

Catching tears before they descend

Cupping the salty liquid

Returning it

Carving raw designs into my forehead

Telling me who I am

I wish the crook of my neck

Was large enough to consume my family

Store them with me

Even when they are long dead

Decomposed

Their bones would become mine

Intertwined

Infinte

Showing me who I am

I wish I had a buzz cut

So short

You can see every mark

Every scrape

On my scalp

The kind of hair that makes you question gender

They can decide who I am

Tentacles

August 21, 2016December 13, 2017 OshanLeave a comment

She has covered me in her sticky adhesive again,

Latex free?

Love free.

It impedes my vision,

Tugging at my eyelids.

Forcing the tears,

I have held for so long.

Sterile heart.

Sterile mind.

There is nothing sterile about me.

I’m tarnished,

No amount of latex free adhesive can glue me back together.

Glaring, I can see her smiling.

Ridiculing me.

As if I wanted,

The sticky tentacles of her caring.

Cydonia

August 4, 2016December 13, 2017 OshanLeave a comment

In a polyethylene lawn chain,

Sitting.

Starring at at the pea stone gravel,

Until the stones darken and melt together.

All the while, smelling the smoke.

The Glorified health conscious nothingness.

Spider webs but no spiders.

A mechanically driven government operation.

Handing out brochures,

Coffee stained, and catching dust endlessly.

Buy lives,

on a lawyers desk.

Stare until the images blend together.

Stare until it becomes the world,

It becomes the world.

Forgotten Balsamic

July 17, 2016December 13, 2017 OshanLeave a comment

Hung on a Sunday,

Filing for a loan.

Sewing buttons back on pants,

Still afraid of the family dog.

Longing for ice cream on the steps of the general store.

Aesthetically pleasing 99 cent lollipops,

Unfinished hashbrowns.

A lettuce eating competition,

And stakes are high.

Yerning

April 4, 2016April 4, 2016 OshanLeave a comment

And,
As,

Do my.

Or/ing

He,

By,

Ing.

At of,

On,

An/as,

Up.

Spring.

Pining

March 21, 2016March 21, 2016 OshanLeave a comment

I miss driving fast

The long summer days have collapsed

We would get high on the ski mountain

Asking Jim to drive again

I miss my piece of shit car

That beautiful purple interior

The time spent in the back seats

Steamed windows

Dripping streaks

I miss my old friends

Well maybe I just pretend

It was the second guessed perception

That lead to the end

But, those days are gone

Repeated and stressed like an old song

With all longing aside

The simple days of that youth are gone

Now we sit and drink warm beer

In constant financial fear

Crippling debt is just part of life

Fucking amazing, right?

19th birthdays full of pink

Dumping vodka in my rented sink

Looking like trash

With a group of friends to match

These days will eventually be gone

After they become repetitive like that old song

Longing aside

Every single shining youthful moment will soon die

Drink

March 15, 2016December 13, 2017 OshanLeave a comment

You are going to drink lake Michigan.

Gallons and Gallons.

Big big dreams internet man,

I hope you can do it.

Hell, I hope you do it so well you ruin the entire ecosystem around Lake Michigan.

Chase your dreams kid.

Moving Van Blues

March 8, 2016December 13, 2017 OshanLeave a comment

Steps and Cement.

Do I even want this?

A soundtrack to angsty times.

The triple shadows call out,

Screaming with every step.

Exhale,

Heartbeat quickens.

Thoughts are like a map.

The park is empty and we stand behind a moving truck.

Mumbled lyrics and paranoid stares.

A man name Isaiah.

Dead.

Drywall

March 2, 2016December 13, 2017 OshanLeave a comment

overthinking the wasp in the corner of the room

please do not say anything until someone screams

how many shoes have you seen on the side walk?

long read stories about why they are there

we all have feelings we cannot explain

maybe someone understands the drywall dust/ice cream sandwich/newly renovated basement feeling?

sitting in the long grass with your favourite pair of blue eyes?

consistent confusion

not courage

Rust and Decay

February 23, 2016December 13, 2017 OshanLeave a comment

The world is a beautiful place,

Yet it seems most of the world forgets.

Self absorbed and so ordinary it hurts,

They are denying the ugly and their only edge.

Force beautiful sunsets upon us,

Looking up, blinded by the brightness.

Creating beautiful lyrical poems,

Rhyming and making you shed a tear.

But I am always looking down,

Call me Valjean.

Textures, dirt, scratches, rust, decay, death

Thats the real beauty.

Never look up,

You just might lose the power to see the beauty beneath you.