I just want to feel something again
To swim in your sin--
--Soured little ginger bread house
Milk rips, pouring out your mouth
Suffice these shaking knees
Baby, Please ?
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
You corrupted me
With your teeth
The bitterness
Once tasted sweet
Scissors to sharpen
They reopen my ****
Another whiplash
It cut so fast
Emptiness I found you
How bleak you are
Broke glass from the ceiling
To carve your smile
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 5:42 PM UTC
Last thing that he said was
“Thanks for loving me”
That’s all I wanted
Nothing deep
Just a condescending mirror
Of what my life could be
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 5:22 PM UTC
Things you said
Running through my head
It was a lie
At the end
Just another lie
I wanted to be true
I still loved you
At the end
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 5:20 PM UTC
Bathtubs don’t work for quantum suicide
But every time I take one,
A part of me dies
What was nice under the crescent aglow?
Drunk on stars, or the moon lit show…
Ash of night, cradled what was once mine,
The repertoire of ever-syncing- jawlines.
Puissant is the chalice, its exaltation shined so bright,
Bestowed liberation underneath the chatoyant light,
The open windows left niveous fogs-
Breathed -stained –air, against crystal *****
Alive and one, under the entire earthly tempo,
Together left her organic imprints of art nouveau.
Beneath the warmth and petrichor ground,
The Lord and Lady commence to be crowned.
...Tree roots sink as veins of gods.
The serpent whispers his mellifluous facade...
The sharp shove of love’s first arrow
Lover’s spit, a seed for cupid’s bucolic furrow.
Scripture of Solomon’s *** temple of doom
All within the nicotine-stained-blue-infrared-bedroom,
Velvet allure, bellies of vigor,
The cold point, the pulled trigger.
Dance of Thelma, ancient cults of non-lovers
Feasting north, under the Horned God’s antlers.
The concoction of the widow’s deviated lust
Skins alive, the excited wolf-mans’ husk…
The gun’s mouth ex hailed bullets of smoke
Piercing hot wounds became tender lilts in up word strokes.
Still, they brought, perforating ice knives through the chest
Catching fades perpetually, just until two came abreast.
The shadow dalliance and hair pulls leave those weary,
The anise flower seeds sanction the suffering query.
What was once so beautiful at night?
Forgotten, as I turned red-haired-heathen in morning’s sight
So I take my hot bath, inure in my offing.
Emollient paean of the porcelain,
...which is my skin
See you, my ethereal being,
In short time spring will be fleeting
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
The demon's wife
Looks good
In white
Because she's always made to
Wear black
"Do you want to play a game”?
Said he,
On the verge of deceit
"Is it the one where you pretend to love me?"
Said she
Like a feral cat in heat
The milky sounds of his drunken slurs,
Only prove such love is fake.
With all the layers of paint
To hide the broken face
Yet enough to crack and peel away
To the raw layer of flesh,
Infested, Infected.
My mother did use to say,
"Nothing that fades is ever great".
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 12:19 PM UTC
The rich textures of the city
Dark tree shadows and the red brick rust
The bleak primaries of Venice
The sun sparked high contrast to the sidewalk grey
I was faded like the snow on the mountains,
A daily view on a clear day
I was not as high as the clouds
They were invisible as I floated away
Away, away, away,.
Everything was illuminated in the flashbulb of the disco ball
Later that night,
All alone and all complete
With the sound of utter tyrant,
Beating through my brains
Proving the physics of sound waves.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 8:28 PM UTC
It all seemed so beautiful,
and still.
When I was,
The wind.
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 1:44 PM UTC
I love you so much it hurts
Drunk on star anise
You’re like a painting
I fail to complete.
My little boy
I wish I could corrupt
An innocent soul
Like you.
Stay with me
Lay with me
Be with me
My sweet boy
Circle around like
Dust and feathers
From the pillows
We meshed together
I want you to be the flower,
In the glass case;
No beauties can touch.
When you wither
I’ll just throw you away.
You have so much of me
And I of you, entangled in my grasp;
Still, I loathe your faults
All of the revulsion,
Fails to meet my
****** compulsions
Until I can chain you down
And have O gain revenge.
An angel high like you,
Falling in the mess I made
Will I ever be worthy,
Of your frothy tongue
Speaking those lovely sounds
Out of your chaste mouth?
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
As his shadow,
Wraps around my shadow.
Pitter-patter from my insides,
Spread vibrations on the walls.
In this mass continuity of space and earth combine,
I find my self-indulging within our time.
*“Please don’t leave me,
You are my home.”*
Chemical scent,
limbs silly
and bent.
*“It’s only him, and every bit of
me “*
Dripping down lustfully on my tongue
Like a sponge,
Absorbing all other compulsions,
*If Satan is god,
We will all prosper.*
Lingering in a broken nail.
And then...
I feel his bones,
Dangling, cold.
The mountains of lies,
staring up at open skies.
Vast, vibrant, in his eyes
So wide.
The secret keeper,
He is.
Bearer of all that is ,
All of me is his.
The secret keeper,
He is.
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 9:59 AM UTC