They call me a wreck-
I just supposed my ship was lost...
Trying to find peace
And a boy with hair like smoke
(billowing and whispy)
Who always got the best of me;
and I drop like an anchor
Whenever his light is on.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 4:29 AM UTC
The first time i did it
A belt and a beam
When they cut me
Down my mother screamed
The doctor frowned
At my beauty marks
The shrinks they called
To put me in a box
The second time
Was panic pills
My mother cried
That I fit the bill
She choked me out
What could I say
I told her i just want
A Holiday
And the the tempo changed.
For my witty grapefruit *******
My hair wrapped
Like a head dress
So they may say
What charm and grace
What a bitter soul
What a lovely taste
When they should find me
Swollen and ripe
My fat lined face
My clothes, my race
Twice now ive gone
Down the rabbit hole
Twice now they caught me-
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 8:15 AM UTC
He is a charmer by being withholding-
-You will suffer to feel him above you.
I pity you darling, I do.
I pity you.
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
They called you a dog
Its teeth were yellow
Rotting, cigarette and
Stink breath,
Gnarled skin around
The mouth
Laugh lines never existing
Only frowns fault.
Tar and wax and
Gunk, how else can
I say it-
- Your mouth, a treasure.
Riotous screaming
And bleak moans
Of let me go
I did, I held loosely
Canines with tartar
Can you imagine
The dentist?
He cried when he picked at
It rotted black now,
Gone beyond just
The absence of a
Smile forelorn,
Two surgeries and
Gauze and chunks
of gums, you
Wired yourself shut.
They yelled at you.
In the office, in
The school yard
Laughing, pointing
With a hand over your
Mouth you didn't
Bother to grin
Anymore, they did you in.
No operations could
Save that precious,
The innocence, you being
A victim.
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 12:49 AM UTC
smiling at myself
stretching the skin
across the skull it covers.
I would erase you
but then you'd be
forgotten.
trouble down the line
fools apoxyed to the
barstools they'll die in,
listen to the symphony
of gutter rain
just like me...
I changed who i was for you.
For you, amor, for you.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 10:23 PM UTC
All my friends already died,
The old man laughed
The young one cried
The children played
The flaws were stoic
The coffins weeped
The urns were poets
When all the bells
Had had their tolls
The women filled their
Washing bowls
The men threw rocks
At window panes
The children slept
On mothers manes
Their skirts blew west
Above their waists
Young boys whistled
Remaining chaste,
The world was simple
And bombs away
When young boys drafted
Their young girls stayed
We built their planes
And sent their baskets
When boys came home
We chose their caskets
A simpler time
Though bombs away
The women weeped
On holidays
The urns were poets
The coffins closed
The flaws were stoic
The children know
The young man laughed
The old one cried
All sons and friends
Already died.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 10:14 PM UTC
So certain to contain me,
Be sure that the coffin you pick is
Air tight and
Nailed shut.
Because, Baby,
I
Will
Come back for you;
Take you with me if I could.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 10:12 PM UTC