As if to walk away from Hell, he paces,
Going the opposite of anywhere,
Escaping from his fellow fickle faces.
Yet, he can't escape himself, his master,
The one humanity had best beware--
He's a supernatural disaster.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Dreams aren't for those with wings who cannot fly.
The ostrich and the penguin tell the tale
That if you can't you also shouldn't try;
Why flap at all when feebly you will fail?
They're content obeying gravity,
And keeping dreams and feet upon the ground.
Flying to them is sheer depravity.
Being on earth, they know they're heaven-bound.
They feel the wind-- no need to sublimely soar.
They see the sky-- no need for close-up views.
No need to win-- there's no one keeping score,
No need to wag their wings-- they cannot lose.
With useless wings they've no hope of getting higher.
That's fine with them; they've given up desire.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
There are only one of me as far as I know.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
What life do I take pleasure in
but taking glory in my sin?
If there's a god that finds me lacking
Then he deserves a decent smacking.
I may not believe like you or you;
I also can't know for certain what's true.
My mind will not allow me to.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
I love you more than life and death,
and all the words of earth combined.
I'd give you even my last breath,
and in your heart I might just find
the thing that I've been looking for,
the love I crave so frightening.
You're not my lost and loved Lenore,
but something much more quieting.
I'm speechless in you presence, though
I'd never give you up to doubt,
and all my feelings I can crow
will never let you run about.
I love you better than myself,
and that, my dear, defines itself.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
I've trudged the tracks of righteousness alone
And walked the walk of wickedness with grace.
I've done things I cannot now condone
On either side-- you'd see it in my face.
I thank god for this life which I have wasted
And all the gifts which it has given me,
But how do I repay when I've not tasted
The lavish love of such an old decree?
"By faith" you say. I say "you have it all,
For I'm not one to disbelieve my doubt
But faith? Oh, please don't make me lol.
Betrayal changes what men are all about."
Perhaps god's nothing. I'm fine with it;
Ex nihilo cogitatione fit.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
The world will be better after science proves god exists.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 8:20 AM UTC
We are angels, made of light,
Becoming more each other when we touch.
But we matter more than mass.
Are angels waves or particles?
Waves crash,
But what do Particles do?
Collide.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Our liquid souls collide in liquid lips.
No words are needed for tongues to entertain
Each other, slick as flickering fingertips,
Blistering with the passion of the insane.
We share our plasma while there's something to burn.
Brand your name within my irises.
Eyes memorize as much as they can learn,
Like a computer scanning for viruses.
I rise like heat when clothing melts away
And now our tongues can fulfill their destinies.
No more thinking; it is time to play.
In slightly less than seventy ways we please.
The ****** is slithering and slakes while nearing
Exploding in ecstasy-- sensational searing
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 7:13 PM UTC
I swear to god I'm a genius,
whatever god is.
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC