True love no longer lies in love letters but languished bodies under lights who’ll never know each other’s names long enough to loathe them.
And there’s a certain beauty to that.
I’d give a twenty one gunshot salute
With the toy rifle that you bought me but it won’t shoot
And all is well because there’s been one too many shots
The sterile robots want to talk to me about detox
Stop the presses,
there’s been an update delivered via 1:30 AM phone call
When an only half-informative source talks discretely.
At the family room on the side of the Intensive Care Unit
I carry a tune the sirens so loud, can’t hear my silence
Of negative thoughts, everything’ll be fine.
We all assume That it would go back to the way things were
that it would go back to normal soon
that night I Saw the moon in a way that Ive never seen it before
When I looked into the sky
Lookin’ for answers,
I’m guessing I didnt ask right.
Most of you out there know exactly what that’s like
Now tell me what’s that like?
It’s like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight
It’s like when a girl grins, an emotion of hers
That holds your arm, and grabs tight.
Hurl him into the ocean, one of them cold sweat heat flash types
But extreme fluctuations and temperature changes
Have been known to crack pipes.
Half way and i’ll go that extra length just to help your strength
At the AA meeting, needing to take more than 12 steps
Bring me to your hiding place so I can face your vice grip
I’ll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick.
Come meet up
With me on the sidelines when the game is over just to say hello
Then backstage to let me know that you enjoyed the show
And go to grandma’s house for Sunday dinner
Sit at the head of the table, take away the fatal flaw
you made the day before,
I’ve seen you bleed.
On Christmas Eve, we can fight but make up before you leave
Make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces of my dreams
Meet me at the fork in the road where lost souls get indecisive
Meet me at the crossroads so I can have someone to walk into the light with.
- JZ & LM
My first duet spoken word from two years ago.
If I were a shape,
I’d be the only square that doesnt realize that life is a circle
and if a girl left her love triangle to tesselate with you
she still has two other faces ready to parallel
with that crooked little rhombus you never liked because
he reminds you too well of the person you actually are.
I don’t treat women like objects, I treat them like the ocean treats the shore…and I know they’re both objects, but they’re really beautiful, poetic objects.Simone Stolzoff - “Boyfriend Material”
You really believed that you understood her better than anyone else on the planet. You know you knew too much and you know that is why she is gone. She told you things she had never told anyone before, and will never tell again.
You want to reach out across five states and the District of Columbia and simply say: I miss you, but what you feel is much, much more, and you can’t, because your words will not be returned and the silence at the other end means the same to you as a death.
You have written hundreds of thousands of words, and you know there is no word in the English language to describe how you feel. But you do recall a song you once heard by a Cape Verdean singer your wife wanted you to take her to see back when you lived in New York.
It is a Portuguese word, and it is the saddest word in the history of language, especially when you are overcome by it, that empty feeling of nostalgia, loss, and the understanding that she will never, ever return.
You can’t talk this pain away. You can’t write this pain away. You can’t sweat this pain away. You can’t drink this pain away. You can’t fuck this pain away.
That is saudade.
I never knew emerald oceans could be so shallow,
and they told me there are bigger fish in the sea,
but I’m worried I might drown in it.
Life’s a photograph and many just look at the negatives, but you gotta go through the dark room if you wanna develop it.
that for once I have words,
but not just any.
Poignant, meaningful words.
Words born of hardship and pain.
Blood wisdom woven
and written into wrinkles
Onto the pages of young eyes.
Let’s pretend I had sandpaper hands
too rough to love but loving enough
to carve stone hearts
into rulers and
rulers into stone.
Elements of Creation