WeSwallowTheSun

to: violet

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 18:27:48 -0700

even though you don’t believe me when i say it, you’re beautiful in every possible way. and i kinda adore you. so yeah.

sincerely,
me

you asked me if i was “happy”i can’t even explain the half of it…you’ve disassembled my...

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:00:00 -0700

you asked me if i was “happy”
i can’t even explain the half of it…

you’ve disassembled my defenses
left me borderline unbound

the way you see me
the way you smile
the way you play with your hair
when you think no one’s looking…

i think i could sit and talk
with you for days
and never get tired
of seeing your face

you’re lovely in a t-shirt,
in a dress,
in jeans with holes
so your knees poke through
with you’re hair done up
or let down or tossed
coyly without a care

i think i’d waste a hundred years
just to make you laugh, to hear
you speak, to watch you dance
stringing flowers in your hands

maybe i’m just foolish
but i don’t think i’ve
ever been this happy
in a quiet, earnest bliss

~weswallowthesun

you turn your head and curl your eyes beneath your thighs words were spoken by a glance, in a...

Sun, 05 May 2013 15:20:00 -0700

you turn your head
and curl your eyes
beneath your thighs
words were
spoken by a glance,
in a breathy sigh
under a moist glass
as the ice melted
a divorce from what
the heart feels
and what the mind
knows it needs
and feeds on
the thin crust
of a sparse
conversation

~weswallowthesun

put your ear to the glasslisten…the universe is waiting...

Wed, 01 May 2013 21:00:00 -0700

put your ear to the glass

listen…

the universe is waiting
(for you)
whispering
one hundred million words
frequencies adrift
in the stratospheric hum
don’t let your heart be fooled
your hands were made
to help rebuild this earth
and create a better world

~weswallowthesun

your canvas smileetched poised and pressed within the pores of my chest nearly skimming this...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 21:39:00 -0700

your canvas smile
etched
poised and pressed
within the pores
of my chest
nearly skimming
this heartskin

your acrylic eyes
ambling
that pierce and pry
splitting the moods
of my mind
faintly killing
this apathy

your benzine hands
traced
cupped and laced
proving the lies
of my mouth
coyly undoing
this disguise

~weswallowthesun

time will tell how well we age together how well we learn to bend to sing when life demands it to...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 20:20:00 -0700

time will tell
how well we age
together
how well we learn
to bend
to sing when
life demands it
to stay
instead of run
to hold
instead of hide
to love
when love is lost
to dream
when dreams
have died
in dry arms
to dry tears
when tears
have won
we’ll let them win
but move through
and past
until all lies
behind
and all remains
fresh and pure
and whole

~weswallowthesun

where do passions go? we find them then lose them then find them again in the coldest places, at the...

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 19:30:00 -0700

where do passions go?
we find them then lose them
then find them again
in the coldest places,
at the worst moments,
in the wrong time

(the heart is too big to be bothered
the heart is too weak to be worn)

wanting what we cannot have
having what we cannot let go
and what we have left
should have been kept
safe and secret and low

~weswallowthesun

where are all of those lovely words you spoke? those thoughts...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 20:15:00 -0700

where are all of those lovely words
you spoke? those thoughts
that poured from cushioned lips
and spilled between your fingers
to weave within my hands?
were they carried with the wind
through the waves of branches
bowing? can i still catch them on my
tongue or consume within my lungs?
the taste i still can see like a color
painted softly on my skin. now my
skin is thinning; my soul is less
than partly alive. leave your heart
in the river and i’ll find it downstream;
i’ll return it where you left it far
beneath a spare dream.

~weswallowthesun

[nameless]

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 17:20:00 -0800

i see everything at once
within the creases
of my palms
at once, it’s lovely
at once, it’s cold
at once, all things at once

i see you fully
even though
you cannot
see yourself

you are young, forever
young, forever
in my mind

name me, name me
i am nameless

put a collar around
my neck and you’ve
tied a noose around
your own

you will know
what i wish for
you to know
when i fill you
with knowing
when i fill you
with my own

you are not your own
you brand, you stain
you label your brain
but you may never
keep yourself
in an echo on a sill

all frequency, all chatter
all laughter and whimper
heard and unheard
seen and unseen

do i have tears, do i have
them
from what will i let them
all depart

you question, you unquestion
you cannot create an answer
you say what have i done
i say, what have you

to me
all is but 1 + 1 = 2
but you see
nothing that i do

your eyes have abandoned
you since birth
they slop in sand
steeped in oil

and you wonder why
you cannot see
you wonder why

you stand when
you should be
ungrown
but you are known
because of me

so why, why is it
that i love
why is it that i want
why is it now
why has it been
why have i made
and never unmade

you may ask these
i will not say

for i have not been
yet have always

but know
i love
and know
i will not
unlove

you have not seen it
until you have let me
and i will
if you let me
with all
and all at once

at all times, at all places
in thought, out of thought
in space and time and outside
before, within, beside

~weswallowthesun

i don’t know you i never will i try to listen, to bend my mind can only reach so far so...

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 10:13:00 -0800

i don’t know you
i never will
i try to listen, to bend
my mind can only
reach so far
so plainly
you go on, go on
believing whatever
it is that you do
distinct as any
of jupiter’s moons
ganymede, callisto
orbiting in ellipse
only read
about in books
you’ve been breathing
oxygen for far too long
knowing
you may never
come across
something else
so curious
to sustain your lungs
far better than
i ever could

~weswallowthesun

suddenly, i feel faint the walls of my body breachedlimbs, thoughts adrift, tossing in salty,...

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 22:14:19 -0800

suddenly, i feel faint
the walls of my body
breached
limbs, thoughts
adrift, tossing
in salty,
razor-tipped
crests; waves
of time
pinch and pry
the skin from bone
tell me now
is this all but
a vanishing act?
we’re sinking
sinking, sinking
below the ocean
deeper, deeper
the monster
has us maimed
it’s fear, he
has a name
the friends
we forsook
the regrets
we believed
we’d bury
with every
broken dream
but the end won’t wait
for no one
we’re wasting
wasting
wasting
every breath
that we’ve been given
don’t let this
even last the night

~weswallowthesun

She stood on the shore as frozen waves broke fast in her hands. It’s too cold, I would shout from...

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 21:41:00 -0800

She stood on the shore as frozen waves broke fast in her hands. It’s too cold, I would shout from the edge of the dock. She said it wasn’t going to kill me. I hated myself for being so easily persuaded. Her stark confidence nearly made me mad at times; most often than not, disconcerted. But it’s the way she looked at me with those magnetic brown eyes, shameless, secure, like two moons’ gravitational pulls, in which the matter of my bones could never shy away. She’d say, you always have to take a risk or two before you can find out you shouldn’t have taken it, or better yet, that you should have.

Despite the fact that jumping into the Pacific in the middle of December at two o’clock in the morning was almost indecent by anyone’s standards, it was by far more meager than our past whims of adventure; she always seemed to drag me in deeper than I ever had intended. That’s what I’ll remember most. She never allowed me to sit content, curled up in the softness of my world, sheltered in the heaving dryness of a place that prohibited the elevation of the very essence of life, which is, of course, new experiences—testing ones’ self against the tides of steep and unfathomable heights, to wriggle out of the rotting cocoons we know so well. She was never one to stand in the corner quietly, wading through life on the tips of her toes. There was a calmness in her voice and a lightness in her touch but wherever she went, the dust was never left unsettled.

~weswallowthesun

etheraviegnotusdefinition: an unexplainable, incessant hunger...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 14:05:42 -0800

etheraviegnotus
definition: an unexplainable, incessant hunger for something which is unknown, unplaceable

there isn’t an angel in heaven that could move you. you...

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 14:30:00 -0800

there isn’t an angel in heaven that could move you. you trust your reason like you trust your lungs.

do not put any frills on the packaging leave it raw, and mad, and reckless (unrefined, organic) do...

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 13:11:00 -0800

do not put any frills on the packaging
leave it raw, and mad, and reckless
(unrefined, organic)
do not doll it up with salt or sugar
to make it more palatable
to give it more sense
undress all pretense;
leave the truth simple, exposed
in good, in bad, in ugly
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~weswallowthesun

what little there is i haveif nothing at all do my hands belong to meor what of my eyes, my...

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 11:49:00 -0800

what little there is i have
if nothing at all
do my hands belong to me
or what of my eyes, my thoughts

what little in which i have
control—
my heart beats on, and on
even in sleep
my lungs expand, deflate
i cannot choose to cease
i cannot will to stop

cells replicate, electric pulses
reverberate below the layers
of my skin
through nuclear pores, translating
this alien speech

hairs stand erect, teeth chatter
prompting me to button my jacket
to roll down my sleeves
stringing my scarf around my neck

did i choose to be born
did i choose to grow old
or the color of my skin
my name
my hair, the length of my torso

what little it is i have
and what good i have, i did not choose
for if it was me, i would have wanted hell
not knowing any better

i have no virtue, i have no love
without the one who is
all my love is lust
all virtue is refuse
all goodness is dust

so fill me, fill me, fill me
give me faith, all faith i lack
i am yours and yours alone
a vessel, a child
this i see, i’m not my own

~weswallowthesun

there was a mansion on a hill and it was burning. i did not know why. i was small and young and...

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 15:07:50 -0800

there was a mansion on a hill and it was burning. i did not know why. i was small and young and frail. a man held me in his arms. he was strong but gentle and whispered in my ear but i forgot it all. the smoke wound around our heads; the fire moved and did not stop. legs and hands were numb. i could hardly hold his neck. but he held me and i knew that it was good, that one thing was right in a world where most everything else was wrong.

precious

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 22:08:00 -0800

what do the tears of one man do
the grief of five
a thousand

but so i cry
in empathy insufficient

if i long to comfort mine
then how much more
the hearts of those
who lost
the ones
that they held dear

(none can comprehend)

too much has been stolen
too much laughter
too much love

the question why
the question why
no one can answer
the question why

god, please make it stop
please end it now

what draws a man
to violence
what draws a man
to this

those unnamed
those counted
those called

precious, precious, precious
bright, wide-eyed, and earnest
preserve and keep them all

where was your hand
where was your hand
why did you draw it from them

where is your love
where is your peace
please spill now unsparingly
on every soul in sorrow

let good abound
let love be born
from out of the dust of hate

.

[they dance, they laugh
with flowers in their hair
and grass between their toes
light upon their skin]

~weswallowthesun

your voice incarnate wades through catacombsof brain and neurons firing you slip between my skull...

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 23:32:00 -0800

your voice incarnate
wades through catacombs
of brain and neurons firing
you slip between my skull
behind my forehead
and my jaw and tell me
“close your eyes
close them when
you’re just not sure you’ve woken
when everything feels right
and all fits into place
then breathe and
know you made it
then open wide and see”

~weswallowthesun

december, the weather the chill; the leaves crumpled beneath my naked feet winter winds, the...

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 23:17:00 -0800

december, the weather
the chill; the leaves
crumpled beneath my naked feet
winter winds, the cooing
freeing bone from marrow
bending word from thought
always i’ll see you
always i’ll know
the end like a star
in death; rebirth
the dream regenerate

~weswallowthesun