Our past reeks of week-old salad dressing.
Don't tell me you're not intrigued.
My health has always been secondary to the glares
you send my way.
Your love is my tangy dipping sauce;
too much but never enough.
Super-size me, friend.
I haven't the time to wait for your fickle
transparencies.
Love me now or love me never.
You never shared your goldfish but I understood your
upbringings and nibbled on heartache.
An expiration date halts me not. I am too willing for
your passions and fail to excuse myself.
It takes two to tango but one to dougie.
Explain or I shall leave at once.
I dance alone, and darling,
my fries are getting cold.
The microwave does not
suffice.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
He threw them out. Everything.
My pillow.
My CD's.
My toothbrush.
The sting of his actions hit when I saw NSYNC in the trash. My rage was a sort of domestic rage.
My pride shattered, my memories wrecked, he woulod not have the last laugh.
Months later, after my dreaded departure, I stood outside his door.
His dignity dangled on my size 8 finger. It took the form of my misgivings.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
I'm sick of the disappointment that sets in when I realize you're over it.
Over me.
I don't care how long ago it was. Can you really look at me and not feel anything?
Guilt? Regret? Even the tiniest bit of want?
Because when I see you
I miss it.
The late night texts. The hour-long phone calls. The daily 'I love you's'
Can you really tell me that you've forgotten those feelings? Or don't at least think about it when you see me, passing by?
I don't know whether to find that hurtful or impressive. Because when I see your smile,
I think of years ago; hair curly, ear pierced. When we went to that cafe and you wore your red shirt because you knew it was my favorite.
How you gave me your hat and I took it off, embarassed and blushing.
I've realized that day is over. A mere wave in the endless ocean of time.
I need to learn how to swim so that one wave does not consume me.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
But I had a dream
That you were next to me.
I could even smell your cologne.
But when I reached out to touch you
There was nothing.
I opened my eyes to an empty room.
I haven't slept since.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
David looked at the horse, jealous of its dental work and swag
The valley was full of unknown treasures that clouded my mental capacity.
The stars complain of your foul stench
My mother named me Latrell but I found Sara more fitting. Sugar lips taste bitter on the soul
My mind wanders down a dangerous path full of your sharp wit and jagged intentions.
The small white flowers remind you of your ancestors
The intricate crevices of your body are a maze I am waiting to lose myself in
Nothing could lift the ****** tension between our bodies.
The clouds sneer at you and spit on your home.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
I walked into the bathroom to find tomorrow's lunch in the toilet, soggy
After that, I threw my dignity to the ground in utter distaste.
My orange juice was the color of ketchup and mustard mixed together
I invited her to my apartment then ate soup that my mother told me was good for the colon
I saw dat ***** roll and gurrl it be fine as hayl.
He treated her like a dog treats a dead fish
The donuts were almost gone so I told my mom I was going to rehab
I always swore i would resist when fate came knocking on my door, but my attempt failed like a degenerate fails a test.
She had forgotten to let her dog out that morning.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
Ratchets are red
****** bags are blue
Crawl in my bed
Or I'll kidnap you
It was just a joke
Don't call the cops
You're one fine bloke
With nice high tops
Yo hair is guuuud
And yo body is bangin
If I had yo numba I would
Be callin and sangin
But let me be polite
Don't wanna scare ya off
I want in my sight
Yo pants fallin off
Swerve
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Yesterday I stole a ball
The carpet of my hall
My teacher marked me late
I read the book "Good Bait"
Johnny said I was mean
Pop, lock, drop, and lean
My notebook is red
My math teacher said
Peanut butter on a spoon
Movie in Comp about a loon
Gum that I will not share
Long hair that does care
My ring size is too big
Will I ever pass Trig?
One horn, multiple dents
Carnivals and circus tents
How do all these things relate?
I don't know but please don't hate
My mother said Halloween was over
I told her no.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
Ronald McDonald has always been a role model.
My own daughter giggles in the bathtub of spaghetti.
My brother told me I was stupid so I sawed a chair in half and cried because my pet has been missing since Thanksgiving
The dreams of my mother are the dreams of my father; chickens roaming wide open pastures and pigs being merry.
I threw my hair across the room and yelled sweet nothings meant for the boy who left with my bread
Probably because he knows that she put Sally in the freezer last October.
I dodged an animal in the road on my way here. Swerve
Spoons have a special place in my heart ever since Johnny proposed to me last summer in the local gas station bathroom with one.
I shoved the leftovers of my breakfast in her ear and she replied with a smile and the divorce papers.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:04 AM UTC
I wish to kiss your lips
Much like the wind kisses the autumn leaves
Softly but sweetly
I burn for you
Much like a bonfire on a cool autumn day;
Fierce but silent.
I want to be the one
Who tilts your world on its axis
And lights it on fire, beautiful flames roaring with approval
I want to sing your song,
Play your music,
And be forever intertwined in you.
I want to be the tidal wave that hits you with the delicacy of love
And swim around in your thoughts for an afternoon
Intrigued by their beauty
I want to watch you seeing sights and taking them in,
Like I take in your raw gorgeousness
On a hot summer's day.
I want to be the sweater that surrounds you in warmth
When winter's chill leaves goosebumps on your arms
And icicles on your heart
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC