My favorite mistress
is red
round
and rotund.
She fell in love
with the tomato
on the windowsill
yet could not feel his touch.
Supposing she could change it,
she decided to
blush
for all eternity.
Now,
she coaxes in a Mr.
Earl Grey.
He slips into my bedroom
He infuses my space.
My mistress invites him
in with her song.
High and coarse,
yet
of it I will never tire.
Sing!
Sing!
Sing!
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 2:15 AM UTC
Last night
I stayed in bed till noon
to finish my dream
though it would not end;
it refused to halt.
All I did
was kiss you
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 2:01 PM UTC
But some days,
some days I'm afraid to kiss you.
I swear one day I'll find her tongue in your mouth
then I'll feel that pain when you know what they don't think you know
and I'll pull away.
My hand will form a fist before I can think and
I'll be bound to seek her out
I'll swear to take a stake to her,
somebody stop this ***** she's taking my man.
But, Lord, its only a ride to school
Shut the **** up Liz its his choice
but why
why didn't he tell me
why didn't he bother to mention that this
****
is sitting in the seat you held me in
is taking my place
and now
now
this is tearing my brain apart
I swore I wouldn't be the jealous girlfriend
We promised to give space and freedoms that were missed in the past
while my brain screamed
NO
no
Stop
I don't want to hear your excuses and your lies you know what you did with her last night
She's slept with sixteen men stop and think for a second don't you want peace when you're dead?
Apparently.
apparently not.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:35 PM UTC
I got to see you today
I suppose your scent will not stick around much longer
I guess I miss you much more than I thought.
You smell like sunshine and Mexican soda
You hug like a mattress attack from all sides
You said you loved me and I'm afraid it means more to me than to you
I loved you the day we met
I couldn't name the word until now
I forced myself to forget the word
You sing liked honeyed carrots
You hate with a passion I couldn't know existed
You stare through me like x-rays
I suppose I want to be with you
I want to memorize the way your jeans feel over your hips before I start to the zipper.
I want to know how you laugh at your favorite videos and how you find your music
I want to rip apart every man that has ever hurt you and hold you tight
I want to know the feel of your cheek beneath my mouth
I want to be able to fix your hair like you would and kiss you goodnight a million times
I want to be able to fix your cereal the way you like it in the afternoon without a second thought.
I want to love you.
If you would allow
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
Don't ask me how I fell for your smile
the one you can't hold for a picture.
The one that only those with you get to see.
Don't ask me how I stayed up night after night telling myself it couldn't be true.
I can't be in love with a girl.
Don't tell me your a potato when I can't smear the grin off my face when I see you
You're face was carved by an angel and not the one that Kennedy told you you were.
The one that loves Panic! At the Disco and provokes opponents at basketball games,
the one that asked me if we were there yet in front of the sign-bearing evangelical and bought dice earrings from a Catholic Church garage sale.
This celestial being stopped me from offing myself in my worst times
and forgave me for my faults.
Don't you dare ask how.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
A message
A message
a form of communication
to try and break this ice
that is in such a tough formation
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
Please don't make this stop
before were were this
you were my best friend.
Before I said the word
we were sleeping over in the same bed
we watched movies
we held hands
we went to a festival
and we managed to share some of our deepest thoughts.
Before I say another word
You are my best friend
And I am terrified to loose that.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
You were sitting in my golden room
You threw my things off their perches
and proceeded to wall on my antique bed.
My bible was pretending to lay silent on the floor.
Oppression wasn’t in the Quran on my bed but the 2000 Red Dodge Ram
Drove you away.
Your parents deemed
my short haircut
a symbol of homosexuality.
They placed my name among the delinquents.
You would always rock your skinny jeans.
I know you were wearing them when you tried to slit your own wrists.
You found things to live for when you found me.
We shed our pants, camped out on my battered couch, and watched Rocky Horror.
I’ll never understand;
you can have love affairs with Panic!At the Disco and Carried Underwood.
You drug me to Jarritos Mexican Soda
And hugged the stranger in the TWLOHA t-shirt.
You texted me “Goodnight, seep tight, don’t let the zombies bite” when you finished my “No mas pantalones” notice.
We went to Sweet CeCe’s to celebrate getting fired from your therapist.
I know you’re okay
the same way you quoted John Green in my room that day
and I still miss you.
Keep your smiles and your paints.
we’ll be 18 one day.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
I think of You when I brush my teeth and comb my hair.
You used to dust off your boyfriends just as fast yet
Your hand still shakes less than mine.
The pact I made in eighth grade only destroyed one of us;
we were only trying to shake off the insults of elementary school.
My scars still laugh at me from under my slacks,
while You strut in bikinis during the summer months.
It all is based on what they say,
but not what I bother to tell them
I feel.
I will tell You;
that my heart has been asleep for two centuries,
my soul spends starless nights awake wishing for deeper meaning,
my hands were caught replacing my Bible with my books of Byron and Bukowski
the taste of pumpkin coffee rattles in my mouth
and my voice has taken a vacation to the tropics
while my skin sighs tears it does not possess.
my heart is weeping for the one I cannot see
and my chin trembles more than three times a week.
Yet when I chew on my rosemary leaves,
I will remember how You threw my things to the carpet.
I will remember how You meant it when you kissed me
and I will remember when You borrowed my romper,
two sizes too big,
and worked it harder than that psychology textbook You so despise.
And I will remember the moment
I knew I loved You.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:04 PM UTC
you
the one who makes me smile
makes me forget my heart has ever broken
who makes me laugh harder than i have in a long time
who never stops amazing me
in everything you say.
you with the girlfriend of over a year.
you
whose relationship I won't touch because i can't do it to you or her
you
you
you
have caught me
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC