Strength, oft forsook this Un-Scrupulous Tongue
A Tape-Measure's past of Time's Friend prevent
I tweeted my News. When his Will was rung
To accept this Swallowed Gift I present
I never expected such Addled Theme
Where the Culprit layed his Murderous Mourn
With White Intent, a Blonde's Purpose took scene
Then scorched my Patience of trying to learn
Because of this all Tee's Hells grew devout
And cashed my Young Ally to cost-betray
Since for my Horn I expected your Bout
But strung to your Brother's Reflex that day.
Twelve-by-Six Dues. That is what I should owe
A Knot by nature. In Mind's Eye I know.

Grasping, he took pretty scented flowers
shaped by sultry red wine,
beside a platter splayed

of charcoal knit and stockings,
sheer with three birdlike buttons and
fuck-me boots that slipped across

his shine-less finger.
Whispering weatherboard words
in her ear, before biting her throat

with a mouth that knew violent
seduction, she offers her heart
in her cupped hands

and between her lucid thighs.
He accepts, tucking it deep
within his pocket

before flying over violet seas,
beneath rose sky, returning
to a deluge of small embraces,

forgetting the depth of his corduroy,
parading his muscle
around a suburban dream.


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I was almost happy once. I was on the edge of a bridge, fingertips grasping to the side when I smiled.
I smiled at the possibility of being free from the pain but then as I slid closer to the end I saw my family and felt their pain and I opened my eyes and I pulled myself up. I was almost happy once.
I looked in the mirror and told myself that it wasn't for me it was for their sake I stay because if it was for me i'd be long gone in that deep bay but for them I stay strong and I hold up my head and I pull down my sleeves. I was almost happy once. They tell you it gets better so you look to the sky and you think of the future and you kiss it goodbye not thinking of the ones who are here on the ground who are crying and wondering how they had never found all the cuts on your thighs or the drugs that you hide. I was almost happy once. I clung to that railing with tears on my cheeks as the wind whipped at my hair and took my will to speak when a person who knew me not grasped at my hand and told me "Don't you dare let go of me now, none of this is worth it come with me and you'll see." I looked in their eyes and found that the key wasn't to find the happiness in me. I was almost happy once.

it takes some people forty years

two kids

a mortgage

and a divorce

to learn that, sometimes, love doesn't mean a damn thing.

lucky me.

it only took me one you.

In that moment
I truly felt you for the first time.
Your breath rolling over my neck,
your hands grasping my waist,
I wanted to keep that still-frame forever.
It felt invigorating,
as if you were bringing life to the dead.
You offered pulsating veins
and hyperactive breathing
in contrast to a world
that only desires
to watch its victims suffocate.
I stole and absorbed every moment,
like oxygen to spasming lungs.
I became a maddened catalyst
with an insatiable craving,
driven by my new found ability
to feel this breathless seduction.
I tried memorizing
every pore on your skin
while I took you in.
Inhaling as deeply as I could;
I held you there
in my lungs.
But now that the end has arrived
I only feel distance
and empty space
the product of reality,
and carbon dioxide flooded veins
Too afraid to breathe out
in fear the air
will have disappeared once again.
Possibly forever.


You are fucking unforgettable.

the very first time I went to a phycologist
my mother had already spoken to her
and given her "the whole story"
so that when i went in to speak to her
she thought she already knew everything

so i think half the problem was that
i didn't get a chance to get comfortable
with this random lady
and then come out with my problems
when i felt it best
i was forced into talking about them
right away

also i think where she had talked to my mother first
she had developed a bias
so she was on my mother's side
and thought her words were law

because when i went in and sat down
she told me i was being a selfish little girl
and that i needed to stop doing these things
because my parents didn't deserve
to have to deal with it

she said i probably had no friends
and made my list all of the friends i did have

she said i have to imagine being in my parents shoes
and seeing how this would effect them
but all i could think was that she didn't know
what my parents were actually like
and she had no business standing up for them

she couldn't imagine the nights i'd spent
crying on the fucking floor
with my father standing over me yelling
that i was being a stupid child

or the nights they would lock me out of the house
and i'd be stuck sitting on the doorstep
until my little brother would come down
and sneak me in

and so i sat in her red office
on her red fucking couch
and cried for an hour
while she basically told me off

and then my parents came in and joined me
and the lady said that things were going great
and i should come back the week after
she also gave me some homework
i was supposed to think about my future
and write down where i wanted to be
in ten years

also, she said that i wasn't allowed
to talk about anything she said with anyone
for at least two days
so i would have time to let it sink in

as soon as i left there i went to my boyfriend (at the time) 's
house and told him everything
then i took the fucking sheet with the homework on it and wrote

"in ten years i want to be fucking dead"

it felt like she didn't even care about my problems
like all that mattered to her was the money
she was going to make having me sit in that chair
for an hour a week

it felt like she was trying to cram me into this mould
that she and my mother had created for me
that didn't even consider my own feelings and plans

i felt ignored, disrespected, alone, and pathetic

if the therapist wouldn't even try to help me
what hope did i even have

___________________­_

someone please tell me this isn't how therapy always works
cause god i know i need it, but i've kind of been scared off of it

Devil down in the swamp
firing up a brew
gonna burn
as she goes down
gonna burn in you

That devil she snakes
her way around
snakes her way thru town
she ain't evil she's just a woman
That devil snakes around

One morning one good man
find himself slipping
no good come from it
now he's waiting
for a sip or two.

One good man woke up one morning
now devil done turned him around.

Oh that devil done snaked around
the last good man in town
coiled him under and made him
go down.
Oh that devil she took the last good man in town

But then again what a mighty sweet angel when she go down.

Standing on the ledge of the building, the wind steering her from her fall, the girl gazed out to the city lights. The night was cool, the air gust fatal, but she paid no mind. She let the wind whip at her dark curly hair, closed her eyes as the sky begged, no, pulled for her to follow it. Such a playful force of nature the wind was. It wanted her to play to her death. Even on a thought such as this, she didn't care.

She was the one who brought herself to the fourth floor roof. She wouldn't question the elements for her own decisions made now.

The street bellow was a black river, chalked with line strips, calling her to land.

Once there, she couldn't deny it right?
Once there...?
She let her arms spread out...
Took a deep breath and smiled...

Yes, we where all once there.

Jump.