I’m nothing but ink
I’m bleached pulp dyed blue and red
Recyclable
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
I always pass the blame
but, really, it was eve
to eat the fruit, not me.
I do not lead into
temptation, you find it
and say it was my fault
for not keeping you safe.
It's kind of nice to know
that evil is somewhere
and you can find it
but you don't have to look!
So think, there was freedom
east of eden, so thank
eve not me, she freed you.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
Beast!
You glom at the ****
of nurture, of support and success
and claim it had nothing to do
with becoming man.
Bring yourself to legs.
Teach yourself to walk.
Blame the mother for shedding
scales and limbs
not for muscles and sinew and warmth.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
You thumb my jeans.
I say ok.
Okay?
Don't look at me like that.
Don't look at me at all.
Your eyes dry my skin.
My lips crack and bleed.
I swallow my spit, a lump in my throat.
I shake too hard for it to reach my stomach.
I am going to *****
I am not sorry.
You continue
despite my sick on your skin
I only said ok
So that later I don't feel bad and taken
I still feel bad and taken.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
(alternate title: in which i reference three things)
there is snow general
all over Ireland
and that's all I know
about Ireland
except that it rarely snows
all over Ireland
so that's what makes the
holiday special
clear white gleam so we
can have epiphanies
and during these epiphanies
we realize sacrifice passion love
is better than things
we can control
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
Our hands are intertwined
and the world is being
destroyed before us.
Laced hands, lace-
delicate and beautiful.
We are delicate and
beautiful and delicate
and beautiful people are annihilating
this delicate and beautiful
earth.
love is
as powerful as bombs
but love would never
destroy.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
and if I ever eat your flesh
know it is because I liked you best.
If I ever sell your soul
yes, you know it's because I loved you most.
But a kid's got to live
and in this world of sin
might as well harvest the living
ones we love.
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
I could drown in your kiss.
But maybe drown is the wrong word.
The word “drown” makes my lungs feel constricted.
It makes my skin feel pressured.
It kicks in my survival instincts.
I could live in your kiss.
It is like breathing, but better.
It is like I am floating aimlessly in space and your lips are my spacesuit,
sustaining my life for another orbit.
Your hands grab my hips and pull them closer to you.
I want to gasp but my mouth is preoccupied,
as you can tell.
I am lost in your body, in your tongue, in your hands.
I am never to be found.
This is what it feels like after one drowns.
A beautiful abyss.
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 8:09 PM UTC
I long to feel your childish, unseductive touch.
The feeling of your disinterest in a state of arousal is that of a crime scene.
You investigate me with cold, unfeeling eyes
and your hands are all the worse.
The music you insist on playing is unsensual
and distracting
but you say it gives you something to do
while you’re ******* me.
Your youthful face does not even contort in pleasure,
my name never passes your lips,
yet I need more of you.
I try not to finish in your allotted time period
so I can keep you close
for as long as possible.
But your lack of eroticism gets to me
and I explode.
You dress and leave
without so much as a “good-bye.”
Maybe next time you will smile.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 12:36 AM UTC
I wish, I wish upon a star
That I could count the stars
But the universe ends too far
and I am far too small
to ever be regarded by a star
But still, I try.
Endless nights
staring up at those faraway lights.
Each one I count and mark
though the tallies are hidden in the dark.
I wish, I wish upon a star.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC