10/20/08
11:42 pm
i've created a cancer
and fought it with chance,
her eyes are much bigger
than the hole in my pants,
and her teeth are much sharper
than i'd like to admit,
but she'll never know,
cause i won't flinch a bit.
her touch is too hot
and her taste is too sweet,
but i'll stay in the kitchen,
cause i like the heat.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
9/28/07
2:45 AM
colors and textures
the rhythm combines.
sifting through spices
that drift in my mind.
what is it to feel?
what is it to taste?
the things i need most
are the stings i escape.
chemical compounds
that seep in the stream
coming together
to be what we mean.
combing through relics
of glories long gone
forging the iron
we settle upon.
next to your trophies
of crystal and glass
i'll steep on my shelf
and stare as you pass.
fueling on embers
as deep as your dark,
the shadow's upon us
like flame from a spark.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
7/28/08
6:28 PM
my bad luck is broken
with words barely spoken
admittance
and penance
evicting the tenants
who left shattered bottles all over the floor
i knock with a sigh
to give it a try
and listen for the dull note
of an unlocking deadbolt
hoping to god that you'll open the door
silver metal and skin
my favorite flavor of sin
is now on the menu
knowing that when you
invite me in i will stay for a while
with a shrug of my shoulders
you took off the boulders
that were holding me down
so I'll keep you around
and with every new address you reveal a smile
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
7/21/08
10:47 PM
not sure what to call this
this new lack of air
but when i close my eyes
i can put myself there
back
in your room
lights blinding bright
and with everything so wrong
you're my one thing that's right
so tonight i will snack
on our flirty chatter
and pretend i'm not impressed
when you talk so
matter-
of-factly
to me
about just how you feel
towards every dumb *****
who can't let you heal
old wounds run deep
but they turn into scars
and the further i seep
i feel like we are
just are
for a while
i just want some fun
can't we just get a break?
can't we just make a run
for it
out of town?
out of ***
hit the ground
what i've got
a glance and a hit
a smile and a stitch
in my side
so i'll hide
in your arms for a bit
all i want is what's real
so lets throw out the old
make a new ordeal
and not do what we're told.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
7/17/08
5:00 AM
hindsight is 20/20
especially yours
living to fight
fighting to live
**** my brother and call me a *****
but something is still lurking
barely beneath
breathe in the fights
while fighting to breathe
watching is hurting
feeling you smirking
wondering whose scent is now on your sheets
somehow i'm still here
forever i might wait
realizing the lies
in the depths of your eyes
finding the pieces
amongst the diseases
trading in peace
for the most of each drug
unattracting myself
to your perfect bait
unlearning love
and executing hate.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
2/27/08
1:09 PM
morning brings familiar things
distance and silence
stubbron compliance
tripping on boundaries
and slipping off rings
mulling it over
chewing like cud
eating away
acidic mud
i walk the line
like crime scene tape
wondering
how much
is too much to take
tangeble tension
in every room
gasping for air
in this musky tomb
treading water like horses
far beneathe the sea
begging and pleading
to make it stop bleeding
i'm finally seeing
the selfishness that is me.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
12/24/07
1:31 am
She sleeps like a female
orgasming
arms up over her head
fists gripping invisible string.
She snores like a feline
a pleasant purr
redundantly peaceful in rythm.
Stirring
she moves slowly
looking disgruntled
by a jostle from my side of the bed.
Open palms like jesus
relaxed and willing
to save my soul.
Beneathe the covers
her legs are a valley
a proud flock of geese in winter
and i am always their leader.
The cotton sheets
covering her steady soles
present two perfect triangles
like the smooth wooden building blocks of yesteryear
or mommy-tailored sandwich halfs.
Stirring again
she props her arms under her calm face
soft and sweet
pulsing and pure.
Her hair, the darkest moss
spry and lively
tangled in ribbons
like christmas bows
just waiting to be unwrapped...
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
10/9/07
3:31 AM
Shifting from motion
conditioned to click
to the gut grinding game of the gears.
Hitting the potion
to make us more sick
our potential for facing
to circling and pacing
shows us
how wound up we are
in our fears.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
9/4/07
4:18 AM
**** trying to think clearly.
all i can focus on
or even try to vizualize
is of you.
i had no idea
what meeting up with
the likes of you
would do.
with your linguistical spouts
and adorable rants
that eagerly coax unfamiliar sweat
from my palms.
and the metal in your mouth
clicking against my own
gets me higher than any slap in the face from Jezebel.
i don't want to ruin
this---
feeling.
this
aura,
that pulses from the very mention of you
by trying to explain it too much.
i want to keep it untame and rabid
surprising me like a midnight fox
bearing its teeth before curling up in my lap.
for even now
i fear,
i have begun to do just that
as i always do.
so i'll conclude
this mere doodle of you,
my newest muse,
with three pirate tokens,
a kiss on the shoulder,
and waaaay too much *****
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
2/14/07
4:30 PM
you are the song stuck in my head
and the smile on my face.
you are the strings on my guitar
and the belt around my waist.
you are the sparkle in my eyes
and the reason i'm awake.
you are the pressure on my hips
and the drug i shouldn't take.
you are the whisper in my ear
and the laugh that i can't fake.
you are the chill going down my back
and the habbit i can't break.
you are the tan lines on my hands
and my now most favorite place.
you are sweeping through my heart
leaving passion in your wake.
you have become my everything
and you will never be a mistake.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC