wow writing is so cool
just knowing you're reading this
is the key to making stool.

I just **** these words
out of my keyboard.

Little Timmy had a tiny ****.

He ****** and he ******,
but women never noticed him.

He could go for hours on end,
plowing and ******* again and again.

He ******* more women than anyone around
and not one of them ever noticed, nor muttered a sound.

But he got his satisfaction, one stroke at a time,
and remembered them all in his tiny little mind.

typing is hard

Poetry is ******* stupid too,
so ***** all of you.

Tattoos are ******* dumb
and piercings too.

You look so **** unique
just like everyone else.

Low in a midnight sky,
above cityscape horizons,
I see the face floating
larger than it ever has before.

Baby I've been drinking about you
like I need new brakes;

I just can't stop.

taste the turmoil
on my trembling tongue

sip
slurp

and I'm gone

Words.
They spell it out for me,
and shine light on my ignorance.

I close my eyes
and see everything,
on the inside of my eyelids.

Daisies, tulips, petunias,
orchids, and roses.

The flowers all speak to me.

I perk up my ears
to better hear them
when they whisper
in hushed undertones:

"she loves you not."

yeah totally
uh-huh, sure man
right.

Learning the language
of recycling

I now speak in clinks
and broken bottles

Your eyes
reading these words
I hate those eyes
I hate it when you read this
I hate you
for reading this

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hahahahah
hahahahahaah
haha

yeah words and ****
look at these words
read this **** man
yeah
******* poetry and **** yo
whatever dude

It's not the sun,
only the light.

It's not the moon,
only the night.

I think she forgot to look both ways
before crossing my mind one day,
for now she is but a bloodstain
upon my memory.

I feel she was beaten to death,
one brutal pulse at a time,
by the last heart attack
that I suffered.

But sometimes the daydreams take
me away from this atmosphere,
and the shadows from Saturn's rings
form her name in space.

As I spill my coffee,
alone.

every pair of headlights
in the rear-view mirror
follow me endlessly

and I swear
I SWEAR
I hear footsteps downstairs

so dull my tongue
with your sandpaper ears

and now that we're older
maybe the difference in years
just won't matter

because I don't care anymore
and you should've seen that
from the other side of the door

and the things I've forgotten
will line the seams of my mind,
and every last nail driven
into the coffin of my memory
will echo in my ears
just like they always have

so I'll quietly stare at these
photographs of tomorrow night,
when everything is alright,
and I'll just keep trying
to remember that they are
underdeveloped and overexposed

The smell of burning tires
and ammonia
lingers.

"trust..."
she sighed,
"trust is just a product of
your horrendous lies."

I never could find a way
to make her see that
the lies I tell
tell so much about me.

So I kept quiet
and agreed with her
in one last lie.

I think,
therefore I am
thinking.

...At least I think I am...

**** is running in rivulets
into this keyboard, pouring
from the ends of my fingertips,
and it paints these words brown.

Just like my eyes.

Can you smell it?

And it's rivers, rivers flowing through
the veins of the earth.

Clean the filth, dear rivers,
drink the filth greedily with your mouths
and store it in your banks, lovely rivers,
store it in your banks.

Oh rivers, rivers carry us all
into your beds,
into your heads,
lay us down to rest.

But rivers, rivers never slow
that rushing white noise,
the white noise like snow
carrying a forgotten voice.

Deafening rivers, rivers, forever.

Always

writing is dumb
and I like it
because I'm stupid

everything
everything is a bruise
painted and dyed
black and blue

and I'm tired of
I'm so tired of the light
please feed me darkness
I've got blackened blues

with purple and yellow
and green sometimes too
broken blood vessels
just make me miss you

Dear god I miss her so much
dear god I hate her so much
dear god I miss her so much
dear god i love her so much
dear god i miss
dear god i hate
dear god i love
dear god
dear god
dear god
DEAR GOD
DEAR ******* GOD
DEAR JESUS CHRIST
DEAR JESUS ******* CHRIST
dear santa, what i want for christmas is..

I hate you and want you to die,
just keep the **** out of my eyes
and don't ever try
to love me again.

But please,
please,
love me again.

Knock-knock.
Who's there?

An abandoned child
on your doorstep.

A man walks into a bar,
he's an alcoholic and
it's destroying his life.

A magical place
of repose
and composure,
a place of dreams.

He paints the insides of his nostrils
with whiteout and glue,
and takes a deep breath.

Scotty colors his teeth in with a sharpie
standing before the bathroom mirror,
he exhales and smiles blackly.

The whiteness of his eyes irritates him,
so he sprays them with double-you-dee-forty
and they roll in his head smoothly and reddened.

His beautiful hands catch his eye
and he grabs a thumbnail with his incisors,
pausing to glance into his intentions.

When Scott sees himself reflected,
his head jerks and the nail is ripped from his skin
as his pained grimace turns into an insane grin.

As he becomes beautiful again.

There's a space between
you and I
that I just don't seem
able to find.