You can feel it
I know you can
(You must be perfect)
It's in the pinching shoes
Tight little shorts
Heavy rings and jewelry
(You must be perfect)
It's in the noise
In the bright lights,
Warm bodies
(You must be perfect)
It's in the heat of hair
On your neck,
In tired made-up eyes
(You must be perfect)
It's in the air we breathe
Every moment we're outside
I can feel it
I know you can too
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
she is porous and kempt
underneath seven layers of tunneling veins
the first chronicles birth to end birth
her cycle
regular load
warm rinse
tumble dry
the second spoons out perverses
honey drizzle on her sacred bell
all for a man to dine and dash
Christ died for her sinful pleasures
the third cultivates fear of yellows
caution, wet floor
your father's skin three days before expiration
lemon lozenge in baby's gorge
the fourth is paralysis
in sleep in speech
in speep in sleech
in in in
in slurry sleep in
in snory speech
the fifth tickles her eyelashes
soft legs soon to amputate
wishes many a wishes
self-ful sacrifices
the sixth weighs a wagon and a mule
which will carry better?
her only baggage is a clove of garlic
a wooden axe
and birthday twine
the seventh encases in a web
a black button estranged from mothercoat
she is beneath this button coin
a porous sponge-doll
gowned in sheer satin night
she is kempt after all
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
this word love
burdens me with confusion
I am wondering if it is a mere illusion
a sort of delusional aspect of life
something that makes everything right or has you up all night wondering whats on that significant others mind at that exact time
oh this world love
burdens me with confusion
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
All I really wanted was a sign.
I just wanted somebody to tell me to try.
And then when no one did,
I realized that only I could decide;
to either live my life or just wait to die.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
If the right thing
is often the hardest to do
then why was it so easy
leaving you?
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong..
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
February is like one of the darkest nights,
a sleep full of nightmares,
it is like a bad, old cigarette,
filling up my lungs with
smoke
that won’t let me breathe.
February is like a muddy day,
anywhere I go it makes me feel miserable and filthy,
it makes me feel like a child whose birthday everyone forgot about,
February is like the monster under the bed,
it gets me scared and makes me cry
and I cannot sleep at night.
February makes me want to run away,
it’s like a bad mother who keeps on hurting her child,
it’s like a storm when you’re walking home after a hard day,
it's like the worst sunburn or
the worst paper cut.
February is like an endless Sunday
it’s like the saddest clown,
the most painful song,
February is like a cemetery at night,
like a day in a ****** war.
I have the same menu every February day
wine for breakfast and wine for lunch
and some more wine for dinner..
I still can’t forget, I still can’t forget
the way you left.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
As he watched her
fall asleep,
He watched himself
fall a little more
insane .
-saniAopai
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
Death waits for us
We can not escape
We can not live forever
But
We can love
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
a wish or command
I've got a war to fight
thoughts bore me
death fills my mind
that disgusting place
I can't turn back
chasing a shadow in the dark
gloomy violin in a well
zombies, how you hypnotized
wounded hearts, next stop
words doesn't mean anything
anymore
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC