Fat fleshy fingers,
Palpable prose,
Liquorice for hair,
Button for a nose,
Milky teeth,
Muscly tongue,
Wet *****
but only one.
I am a cow,
I am a pig,
If it weren't for my blood
I would be a twig
Please cut me up,
or swallow me whole,
Do for me what I can't do
now I'm old
Forget that I'm in here
forget me all
I'm not really in here
empty glass bowl
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
take me back to your car,
away in the night but not far
from the city lights we share
I overheard the way you move
spasms, heart throbbing, yet soothed
by your lack of taste buds
I am not yet moved
yet moved all the more
**** me in the backseat
its not against the law
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
You're right,
something in the air,
in the water,
the earth,
hell fire.
Didn't you hear me say?
I've always wanted to be a loser.
Its seems the rings that bend round my skin,
are holding the cold in,
a message from the strings,
oh I could tell you a thousand things.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
The paradox,
a moment of strength now my only weakness and regret,
the memory of that cold night a source of warmth.
It was a source of warmth until love's chill took hold
brutally gripping my ribs
freezing my insides
I'm tired
I'm cold.
And yet the end is no surprise,
I should've felt the miles of empty space around me,
it whispers: how could you not know?
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
A white mist drifts over the space thats spare,
a cold sheet, no the cold sheet,
part of it anyways.
It's a dark view in this room,
memories float like ghosts passed,
but they don't pass through me anymore,
although sometimes they linger.
Dearest space my sincerest apologies,
I wish I could've brought you more warm memories,
but the warmth of a good memory fade,
now nothing more than a cold shiver when they wash over me.
I didn't have the chance? No, the opportunity?
No.
I didn't have the courage.
Good is no longer good enough.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 3:25 AM UTC
Oh I am fooled, again,
by twinkling stars in twilight,
by love stumbling over flat ground,
by the blindingness of denial.
Weeping, our hearts cry for a lost reunion,
The earth and the sky never to embrace again,
my ignorance, my sin a fools name
and my hands never again clean.
I am the buds desperate to be free,
nature's beauty a gift, man is unworthy of its form,
but now winter's numbing chill,
I am the rhythm of the sea,
along in uninhabited time.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 5:15 AM UTC
God, you should've left him here instead,
he could've cured the ache between my legs.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
The mirror's drunk reflection,
of a severed artery, draining
the cheeks of Anne to her gaunt fingers,
blue undertones bouncing off the lights
exhaustion twists my little finger forcefully,
a faking motivation for anything at all
and irresistible chill, sink, sunk
I fell to the bottom of the sea
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
As blue turns to a blending of colours,
I grow hungry to hold her again,
and in the security of midnight blue,
I treasure the moment I am able to summon her presence
Caressing her beauty I mould her,
adding extra fingers, arms, curves,
unbelievability turned magic,
enchanted I lose myself, unconscious.
She gives me unicorn kisses,
and twinkles like the eyes of god,
loving me, she loves me,
she loved and I love and love is everywhere now.
but from the blending of scarlets, violets, roses,
back to bold, burdensome, blamed blue,
she slipped through my shivering solitary fingers,
escaped from under my sheets and is forgotten in the cold.
Her body not ever to be realised,
still I bring her out each night to bring warmth,
to be held in the delicate moments of dusk.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 6:48 AM UTC