I find myself
I cannot talk
Not one word
dripping on my conscious
little splashes trickle out my mouth
as if they were lost
He wants me to shut up about before and after, he doesn’t
sleep anymore to throw off a balance
between now and then,
here and later, when it happened in regards to tonight. My mind
works as a clock of who we have become since:
my body only exists in the place of Our Great Divide.
Morning is just sheets of velvet upon a
lover’s breast, to be peeled, to reveal her strawberry scars.
Evening is when I feel her fists inside my skin as if
I am being penetrated by icebergs
and I cry, your cock hasn’t been the same since it happened.
The blood seems to get lost in the train-track
to your veins. In our divide,
I wonder if most of it was passed to her half of your heart
but that thought makes me so sad I remember I am mostly water
whereas there is simply the milk of her curves:
I have the talent
of turning myself inside out when I want to be dead.
She just curdles. I was once the same,
he wants me to shut up about before and after but at least I
can cry on anniversaries without needing a calendar or
rotting the post of my ex-boyfriend’s bed.
your eyes crisp like
an arctic wind
of refreshing allure
you've captivated me
I want you the same way
I want air for breath
or life for death
basking in the
penumbra of your
your touch tastes of sweet maple candies and smells of rain clouds
from gusts of bliss
Encompassing love floods my psyche
lost in an empty dream
your beauty crashes towards the shore as restless waves from a roaring ocean roar
you're beauty; floating like the sun
I'm lost for words.
At first I thought it was all a joke.
You know...like the ones we make.
And then the second wave came.
Never has my heart dropped so fast.
In just those few seconds I read that you were gone.
I'm at a loss for breath.
Here I was hoping I'd see again.
Maybe in the streets and you'd shout out my name.
Because you were weird and we greeted each other that way.
This is all so surreal.
But the numbness is pricking.
And I'm far more angry than sad.
How could you be gone when we've only just begun?
Lost and alone my thoughts fall
through seas of doubt and apprehension.
I pace across desolate hall
wanting to fill vacant chambers with fruition
And yet lacking a quick tongue
to woo my siren who walks the earth.
Lacking a sweet song when sung
will kindle a fire to heat my hearth.
I search my desert husk
For those stray, shy words to light
a bonfire against this lonesome dusk.
I search for the rush, that if right
will bring a warming voice
and soft eyes so that I may rejoice.
Lost souls on the boardwalk tonight
Their dreams D
In a nearby bar fight.
Perched precariously close to the edge
They won’t ever forget that feeling from looking down over the
Everyone has a story worth hearing,
About misfortune, pain or a poor attempt at stealing.
Yet they all seem to fall on deaf ear.
After all, these people are riddled with fear.
The special subtleness
that you use to bite your lip
And when your white,
come looming from between your gums
your subtlety is lost
rashly breaking the surface
so to speak
malevolently, or violently, or rather vehemently,
sexually, and lustfully
aimed down wind,
in my direction.
Lately words are all I have to cling to. I wrote a poem of apology. In the most beautiful way I could imagine. I lost every word that meant so much to me. Please be farewell. I know this wasn't just some whim. You struggled long and hard. Please forgive me for not making it easier for you. I care for and love you. Maybe in a couple months we can get some breakfast once again. Maybe in a couple years we might even try a date. I've got a good soul and I never meant to trap you.
lust found. in the corner of your pocket. the shadowy corner hidden in the crook of it.
right in the crook of it.
laser beams traveling across these vast lands and burning little paths
little paths in the deadly mountains.
who has disappeared here?
who was never remembered in these parts?
lost your luster
you've lost it, honey. it doesn't become you anymore.
those black coarse fabrics ain't gonna hide your shame anymore.
fuck off you misogynist pig. you want some of this/?
you want some of this prime pussy?
bet you never had any the same as this.
i'd sooner be clawed apart by those wolves in
those dark woods
than give you a taste.
run along, little lamby.
some days i just can't sit still
the thoughts are amplified
seems good enough.
so let's start this motherfucking show.
oh, the actress drank herself into a stupor? too bad. the show