taste the turmoil
on my trembling tongue

sip
slurp

and I'm gone

Turning into ashes,
burying themselves,
people been really
making that decision
more and more
these days.

Guess it don't make
a great argument
for the state of things.

People'd rather live in hell
than deal with living here
for one more day.

Maybe they're renovating down there.
Maybe it's nicer these days.
I'm sure I'll see it too one day,
one way or another,
but till then I'm just praying
we all stop preying
on ourselves.

Hold her hair back,
keep her shirt tight,
help me pick the lock
on her door tonight.

I love you Bobby Pin.

I got in late and she was there in the foyer waiting.
So I said Hey.

Hi.

Listen, I've been wanting to talk...
But that's when she cut me off.
So you're leaving me again, aren't you?

It was like she took the words right out of my mouth
and shoved them straight down my throat.

So I just turned back around
and left her standing there,
hoping she wouldn't
have to be alone
for too long.

Because I knew she hated being alone.

yeahyeaheyahayehaeyaheayehaeyaheay

All the loudest folk lie endlessly,
while the honest and the truthful
never speak a single word.

Richard is a good guy.

when I stop to think
about kissing you
It usually reminds me
of the last guy's
**** you ******.

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Fear whispers in the night.

"Come,"
the voice of a fallen angel.

A voice like wind chimes
being dragged down a gravel road.
Like a harp
tumbling down a staircase.

Fear slithers from under a tinct veil of doubt,
that dark curtain hung behind my eyes.

Fear is there,
disguised as apathy.
Sopping with facades.
Laden with guilt.

Fear is here and I see it clearly.

I wonder if everyone else does too.

What would you say
if by some miracle
I found you today?

What would you say?

why o why
is it so hard to find
a woman who hates me
and wouldn't mind
if I we're drunk
and incoherent

why can't i find
someone to be miserable with

I'd break all of my fingers
before ever quitting
writing about you.

The smell of burning tires
and ammonia
lingers.

You and I both know
that I'm all for show.

I go out of my way
to hate everything you like,
I try my best
to offend you.

I hate you all,
readers of my words.

Your taste is ****
and this isn't poetry.

Find a fire
and die in it.

I love me
for what I am.

I hate me
for what I'm not.

It smells like chlorine and sweat
It looks like tangled sheets
It tastes like salt and milk
It feels like ecstasy
It must be love

"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.

ʇɥƃıɹ ʇou ʇsnſ s,ʇı 'ƃuoɹʍ ʇ,usı ʇɟǝl

Bought floss
three years ago.

Maybe longer.



Still have plenty.

typing is hard

Where's the mothballs?
I hate this place,
the empty ******
is a stinking disgrace
and Vincenzo should know
that he's too old to be doing this
all on his own.

But maybe he can
be the last one standing,
at the end of the night
I'm just a man
too drunk to know right
from wrong.

I like this girl, I do.
But I know that nothing will come of it.
So I wish she didn't like me too.
It would be easier.

The next time I come see you
I want to read to you.
Like you always used to read to me
before turning out the lights.
For every time I wouldn't hold your hand,
I want to hold it twice as long now.
When the blankets slide down too far
I want to put them back on you.
If your pillows fall flat
I want to fluff them for you.
When you cry
I want to be there with
a fresh tissue for each tear.
I want to quit my job
and be there next to the bed with you.
I want to ask you what I should do
when my world is falling.
I want to do everything you do,
and be just like you.
I want to laugh.
I want to hear you laugh.
I want to read to you,

forever.

"What was I thinking about? Ah who cares, I'm mashed

Totally ******, can't hardly ******* stand
This is ******* amazing"

*******!
How did you get down there at the bottom of my beer?!
Oh ****, don't drown down there!
I'll save you dear!
*gulp

I still think anger is foolish
I still hope sadness fulfills
I still want happiness to fade
I still wish for fears to embrace
I still doubt my love
I still trust in myself
I still sympathize with pain
I still long for the rain
I still dream of yesterday

I still hate
I still hate
I still hate

Can't quite find a way out.
Myself and my own capabilities
are the things that I doubt.

Sent it out, in the mail your
little package of sensibilities.
I'm just afraid of failure.

When the sun shines brightly in my eyes
with clear skies and blue eternity,
I can't seem to stay in this disguise.

It feels too **** good.
With perfect certainty.
Letting go, like I knew I would.

I don't want to write anymore.
I hate using my words.
I just want to point and grunt
to indicate the things I want.

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..

Hey I'm feeling ****** for myself,
so let's write some ****** poetry!

Oh boy I'm getting drunk!
*Again

Three whites walk into a bar.

With a gaze like this,
***** is never too far.

Saccharine and sanguine
the allure of a pink tummy
I reach out to rub and squish
but then I'm halted.
Daggers for hands,
I'll be bleeding again,
but the brief soft touch
may just be worth it.

The zipper cried
as I ripped it open
and I took deep breaths
before lighting
a cigarette,
and sigh
blue clouds into the mist.

She said something,
what was it?
I turned to hear her better.
It was something about her hair
wasn't it?
So I told her:

"I think your hair is beautiful,
I love you."
I said,
then hesitating
with a shocked look
wrapped round my head.
She smiled at me
pleased
and began to giggle.

I didn't mean to say it,
it was far too soon.
Admitting I loved her
just reinforced the fact
that we've been together forever
and there was no going back
to the lunch table at noon.

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