tectonic shoulder blades, rising and falling, sensuous rubbing
the beyond the smooth skin,
clasps of lips and hands alike, natural
window, lit by the dark-indigo-crevasses of stars peering through
and makes like the sun and moon-- chiaroscuro
entwined upon unbuttoned sheets perhaps this
can save the daylight's dragging through
promises to follow skin's pathways into their depths
into where only stars light up through the nadir
experiencing flight, exquisite libido, orgiastic now lolled
where one goes, the other follows
two hearts, bodies, one soul
unfolds the lifetime exploring as a heaven
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
what in the hell have i become lately
intuit served me until now
when i wander
i wander when i will die
and some deviance,
this *** drive - hate that i feel this guilt
and shame
like the parts of me that i don't tell you
after we do it - i hate me
and i hope you don't know that
because then you'd hate me
and this deviance will reach isolation
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
when you're heart's free,
call me, let me know when
you let yourself off of chasing dreams
and pursue me for a bit
it'll be a lot better a reality settling with me
dancing to me even with frail gestures
proves more intimate than finding ourselves
wrapping legs together and getting naked;
just when you think you're sinking i'll let you know
your heart is still free to dance with me
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
i smile for now;
we hang out for awhile
just on the couch
no white forests, no cute chocolate boxed romances
no notes, all smiles and all pearly white teeth
with less words and letting hours elongate
silent stares, you let me know you've fallen
in love with my lips
and for one, i think i am just fine with that
before yesterday becomes the same as tomorrow
i think i'm okay with you and i
for now;
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
let's go search for guns
inside the rivers
let's go back to our kingdom
inside the cardboard
let's hide away our spirits
and only let our tellurian skin show
let our derelict dialect drop and only speak in kisses
and your eyes are commas, they make me pause for awhile
and darling you may have been beautiful for awhile
but i like to liken you to a starless night, had you've not opened
your eyes for awhile
where treehouses took us above ground
and our kingdom rested out in the rain
and every drop numbs the cells and neurons
inside my own mortal frame, you are the darkside
the emptiness in the tattered bed sheets besides me
as i lay asking myself what you could be
and life is still wonderful despite the time slipping away
and me not knowing you enough
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
you've a childish touch
a stroke of imagination
your words will not make
sense to me but i will overlook
my suspicions
your death is not
real
because you were never real
baby, you were never alive
but i still see you everywhere
laughing and drinking with me
every shot of whiskey i took
alone
send me love from wherever
from whatever ghost you came from
to haunt this broken mind
you've childish blood in you
my dear, i've lost my venereal scent
and it's witless of me to be so cruel
and deny your existence
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
speak in bodies,
losing our words the scent of the house
you're everywhere, yeah i think
that it's this truth that will never
let me
down, hair brown as sugar, voice
like dark sycamore bark
you're falling all over the place
do you imagine underneath batted eyelashes
that you and i are a thing more
than settling down?
my mouth knows no words other than you
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
today im so over her
for childish things
her white washed hair
the way all the freaks
on the internet
harass her
mediocre poetry here
im so done with her petty ways
but
i dont even know her,
only what you said
about her
and frankly
what a *****
you know?
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
i know i'm a rich girl
when i stare into your eyes
i see dollars everywhere,
and they don't match
the glimmer in them
you dig the materialistic, sentimental, american traditions
i dig you more than any of that crap
and you ask me how i view this country
and i want out,
out,
out
there's got to be profit in having none of it at all
there's profit in getting yours and my own bodies
together, because you're not
into running away, but i want you to
we go on road trips, we go sailing
and i want to bring the heat out of this
hype before it bites us both
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
bright eyes
frills blown by wind
and the things i've seen
beneath the skirt
fires, never meant to start
how do i stop this
machine,
i promise i'll be good
and i will
love the world
like i should
show me how to stop this
machine, i'd end it if i could
i hold an iron fist
my eyes gaze
at the fires i've started
past tastes bitter for years
and people still say i am cold
please, someone, stop
this machine,
this blood on my hands
it all scares me,
for the bruises that i've caused
someone stop this
thing that i've become
i'd give anything
to lift the weight's ghosts
that crawl in my ears
forgive me for all the times
i never could
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC