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 always pictured this one girl
I drew her out to have this gentle twirl
She would have long brown hair
Running down her back, so fair
She would have pale white skin
One hundred and one hair pins
She would wear the prettiest yellow dress
And she would be perfect for me
But she would tease you with what you could only see
She whispered funny things in your ear
You’re the only one who could hear
While we spend these times in your car
Everything parked and night afar
She would have these lovely curls
Wearing these hidden white pearls
She was what I could only imagine
The thought of her was my one true passion
We would run around with these engaged hands
And land at the beach into these old sands
You said to me, “Stop thinking of me, silly”
I never known what she meant
Until it came to me sent
She kneeled next to me
Gave me this long lasting sad smile with her perfect green eyes
Giving me these last sighs
“You’ll be happy one day, just wait a little longer”
I never had to make such a long ponder
My yellow dress girl vanished from me
Leaving me all alone with this open sea
Those last words took a great toll
Feeling like I was falling down this hole
All my love is genuine
Just love for me is in this pen
I write all these love poems
Hundreds of words for you my dear
I never meant to be so unclear
It’s true I lost you when I needed you the most
Creating these thoughts to stay as my mind host
Distracting these retired emotions
Setting these feelings with inventive motions
Erasing that flower dancing yellow dress
I will not be your tossed away mess
I've always cared for you my sweetheart
I’m just sorry that I broke your gentle heart
This is for a girl.
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
and a divorce
to learn that, sometimes, love doesn't mean a damn thing.
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.
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
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
did anyone else have any experiences like this? tell me about it?
Devil down in the swamp
firing up a brew
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
Oh that devil she took the last good man in town
But then again what a mighty sweet angel when she go down.
The leaves of my family tree are few but the vibrant color display scattered across its branches makes it reach incredible heights.
Some nights I think about how we all mesh together into this spectacular rainbow , yea I really love those nights.
Looking back I know my Momma had no idea how hard it would be having a family like ours.
Each child from a different man that didn't stick around,but in her eyes we were shinning stars.
Momma took in young souls that had nowhere to go and gave them a place to call home.
In my eyes it just made sense that they became family because it was all I have ever known.
Most families are bound by blood, while that was partly true about ours, it was also held together by something more.
As time went by we had lil ones of our own ,I wish more than anything Momma could see how our beautiful tree has grown.
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?
She let her arms spread out...
Took a deep breath and smiled...
Yes, we where all once there.