i eat words

And I spit them out onto napkins at restaurants.

i live inside a head

the words on the tip of my
spiralling listlessly and
i'm rolling on the ground
but it's not as you think

put it past me
i'm not all that interesting
a wandering boy
with music in his head
water by his bed
forever thirteen
with other voices said

i don't exist
like my words
spirals
ground
and music
i am all

imaginary

through the ink

in the morning
benjimin watches
the clutter
of my right hand

it's illegibly irreversable
even my name

is unclear

am i noah or noar?
roan or nodh?
only something plastered on my skin

how must god feel
about his many names?

the clutter of my right hand
a stranger to my heart
a fiend to this paper
this painting

a friend to myself



- Noah

Lovely! these are great! Very creative and unique.

Your writing style reminds me a lot of nanaseven's on FFdotnet - artistic just to look at the structure of it. I've never been able to master such a technique myself. Good work! ^^