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"Jesuschristbriana did you really eat all that blue cheese dressing by yourself?". - My Mother™

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This is all my work, so yeah like...don't steal it. Lover of memes. Firm believer that life is a meme. Lover of blue cheese.
"Jesuschristbriana did you really eat all that blue cheese dressing by yourself?". - My Mother™

Sometimes I edit my poetry over tasteful and not so tasteful pictures of myself. I call it art. I have a redbubble. Check it out.

This is all my work, so yeah like...don't steal it. Lover of memes. Firm believer that life is a meme. Lover of blue cheese.
Alyce Black
Alyce Black
7 days ago

Blue
Bright
Fading
This is how I like
my bruised skin
humming
And how I like my sin
buzzing

Pretty lights
are
zing-zing-zingzinging
across heavy flesh
ripe and warm
and wet
with the waters of
heaven

Sometimes I wonder if hell
is just a
fever dreamt
spell
from the disorderly mind
of someone with issues
like mine

#love   #hell   #drugs   #balance   #water   #heaven   #sex   #universe   #spiritual   #damnation  

You're beautiful
like
a freshly peeled grape
glistening
in the summer sunshine

You're sharp
like
the metal doorframe
that caught
and cut up
my favorite dress

Terrified you'll judge me for even thinking about you.
#love   #gay   #beautiful   #crush   #woman   #unrequited   #women  
  Mar 8  Alyce Black
Scotty
Scotty
Jan 10

She smells of jasmines and lillies
I reek of whiskey and cigarettes
She prays for good health and peace
I pray for an office and bigger checks

Her words frolic past her lips
My words stumble past my teeth
Her heart is filled with such love
My heart is filled with such grief

She sings like nightingales at dusk
I sing like felines caterwauling
She dances with elegance and grace
I dance like I'm on my way to falling

She's text book gorgeous
She rocks that Grace Kelly steez
I rock that Cousin It look
In hopes that noone else will see

She's the best thing about me
I'm the worst about her
Either I must've done something right
Or I'm the luckiest guy on earth

At 2:30 this morning
I was jerked from a
steamy
erotic dream
back to my cold
dark
bedroom and I reached
for my vibrator
hiding the soft
buzzzzz
of my shame under
the thick
covers

I opened my phone
to browse
erotica and the
plan
was to take my time
and
start my morning right
five hours later
it's morning
and my vibrator lays
forgotten
on it's side
because Google has led me
on multiple searches
(one after another after
another after
another
after)
and now
I'm reading reddit threads
of breakup stories
because it still hurts
(less,
but still)

Eroticisizing
emotional trauma
is definitely
a healthy
coping mechanism
but for some reason
I can't get off
to anything
this morning
so I guess
I'll go back
to sleep

Nothing makes me more nauseous than 7 consecutive ruined orgasms. I need help.

Now I can't recall
the scent of your morning
skin at all
and I never thought
I'd see the day
you'd fade
to the smokey
remnants of
something that
never was

Like all dreams
there's the issue
of waking up
I find myself surely
and reluctantly
adjusting to life
without your love
I can accept
this new reality
and
even in the midst
of great upheaval
time moves on.

You're gone.
And as I adjust
to that idea
I also adjust
to the faded
bruising and scarring
over a once
infected
irreparable
wound

Yesterday,
my best friend
suggested
I try to date again.

It still feels far too soon.

Please
fall in love
with my
words.
Fall in love
with the
bittersweet darks
that cover the
sour glass shards
of my mind.
Fall in love
with the way
my
metaphors
and my rhymes
cover this
desperate ache
of mine
to be accepted.  
Fall in love
with my turns of
phrase,
because they'll
remain
beautiful
long after my face
has faded.
Please
fall in love
with my words.
If you do,
I promise I'll always be
with you.
I promise the sweetness
and enticing smoothness
will keep you swallowing
the wretched mess
that's underneath.
Please
fall in love
with my words.
Just don't
fall in love
with me.

The fields roll gold
against the emerald
and violet edges
of dusk creeping in
and I found you
under
an oak tree and
I took you in
while ravens watched
and there's nothing
like those
magic moments
of in between

I saw the fog
roll in
like a dream,
cold and cozy
against my parents
blue beach house,
a shabby thing
in
a shabby little sea town
and I watched
tea steam
against the glass
and heard boats calling
and I
know I'm safe
but the dinner dad made
is
disgusting

The night owl
comes to take me home
and I'm longing
for some sense of
belonging
but she
wraps those broom-bloom
wings around me
and suddenly
I
am so afraid to fly
because when I open eyes
into bright lights
I know
I'll forget
what it means to die.

A patchwork in every sense of the word
 
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