He has the tendency
Of being an
Overly aggressive
*****,
And she kisses ***
With venomed
Lips-
Of course there's
Trouble in paradise.

I am venom,
But you are grace.
We are toxins poured to dissipate
In false begotten fate.

If you knew about my P.D.
And how I still undertake a fifty hour work week.
I graduated early.
I even smile a strangers now, dzia dzie.
We still miss you.
I still hurt.
But life got better.
**Actually ******* better

What's bothering you?
The dryness of my tongue.
The itch in my mind.
The bugs beneath my skin and between my teeth.
Nothing.

Midnight talks,
Spinning words like
Wheels burned out on pavement.

We came with the rain,
Down the boulevard-
It's safe to say this year was pretty hard
We buried sons with stars
And my Grannie
In baby blue pjs
With Uno cards.

The days are good, but the nights are cold
and there are always gunna be things out of control
Cant pay rent, but I can pack a bowl
Sometimes I'm sad, but it's not all that I know
Your heart's only as heavy as your mind defines,
you can't keep on your foot on the brake when its time to drive
You gotta rise up
and be floored just to floor it
sometimes life hurts but you just gotta ignore it.

I used to trip on nothing
During first kisses,
And follow boys
Like fall leaves
Follow chilly breezes.

There's something so soothing
About the tick of my pocket watch.
It reminds me of my grandfather
rotting in his grave
And the difference between
Feelings in the air.

I'm halfway between a dream
And reality
What's burning?
Just a tiny thought.
Not even for a second.
*”Hunny, you are.”

You wreak
Of blood.
You muderer!*
I only hurt myself.

My mind is a flash of memory,
I laughed as the blade makes light of pretty skin
I caught bullets before they passed my teeth,
And dripped blood as cost for my silver tongue-
*Ecstasy, you torture me.

I miss the
Wisconsin sunrise.
The taste of crimson skies
In the moment just between
Drunk nights
And mornings.

Charlie Sorrow shattered,
And we scraped
His broken bones.

My sadness is an ocean,
My smile is the shortest line.

I remember how nice it was
When I played the drums.
It resonated
Deep in my chest
Loud enough to hush
The parts you used to dwell
As a sad memory.

I still know
Exactly who you are
And just who
You were.

I miss when my poems
Were laced with political emotion
And my rhymes rang true
To the tune of societal revulsion
When my veins felt like burning cities
And I craved diverting from man
I guess people all have moments
When they turn away from where they used to stand.

I don't like when he has ****** hair,
It irritates
My sensitive skin
When
Our lips are sealed together
Like passionate secrets in the dark.

Be careful, my joints ache.**
At your age?
He laughs
I look down
And fiddle with the edge of my skirt.
Yeah, my sister says I was born forty.
I smile to myself
As he shakes his head,
Always unsure on how to handle
My explanations.

The birds outside
Screech ”gris gris, gris gris”
And I think it's a great suggestion.
I wouldn't mind an amulet
To protect or give me luck.
Even if it didn't work,
Something to hold would be enough.

Spin me stories
like leaves
that I can kiss and pull off
of trees
that flourish
or are withering
because both fruits have
so much value
to me.

I keep dreaming about sweet-ice
And her being in firmly
Pressed, clean as a whistle
Clothing.
Her insulin dispenser
Gone,
Like how logic goes
When we're together.
Beautiful,
As always.
And for some reason
I think about
The scars
And soft skin
That rests so sweetly
On those lovely bones.

I don't like when people
Call me 'Ann'.
I like to think that my name is pretty simple
It's just two letters
Set up like a mirror.
A N N A
It shows that you are lazy,
Or trying to
Be too personal
If I'm not worth the extra
syllable.

We watched the sun rise
painting rainbow streets
in the color of surprise

My tongue's in knots,
My heart is ice.
*Violence sells-
But so can I.

You always slip away,
like dirt within a drain,
Like a knot above the doorway,
like the hurt before the pain,
You resign yourself to irony, resign yourself to rest
Like knives beneath my pillowcase,
*Like daggers in my head.

”Tell me how you feel,”*
And I didn't say a thing.

I love like layers of
Dust
Slowly covering everything.

lashes catch the angel dust,
Tongue sizzles on the sun
He was born to be a mockingbird
He was born without a gun.

Cute kids
With skater hair
No longer interest me.
I like
A bit of slightly less ******
Mystery.

Lazy hazel sparks
At the sight of you,
Stretched out like the trees-
You told me.
*They reach for stars in the same way
You used to reach for me.

Sometimes I see a
Jackal
With yellow-orange eyes.
It looks at me expectantly,
Like everything does.

I wish your lips gave cancer
Instead of what you took from me,
I'll admit, I was your *****-
But at least I'm not your current cheat.

I can't even be honest creatively anymore.
She killed him.
I miscarried.
There's a poem in here somewhere,
I just can't tell it to you.

babe, just get me bottle.**
She's driving,
He's kissing his pipe.
she pleads,
And my body aches.

If I live to be young
I will sail,
With my tongue,
Away from whiskey and
You
To the sea's deepest blues.

Because
It's easier
To believe in
A good ****
Than
True love.

go home.
silence
Go. *******. Home.*
Fire licks its way into my aching bones-
bones that feel years before my time
and feet below the floor.
the door slams. I am in a stupor. A truck pulls out
Ice splinters in my veins-
begs my body- pleads-
no more centuries to endure.*
Blistering skin screams,
cracks,
bleeds.
and now, crawling on the kitchen floor,
gasping through shrunken lungs.
Laughing,
Freezing,
Drenched.

You traced your words in sadness, dear
You dotted 'i's with fear
You casted spells and wondered how you called those demons here
*But I do not want those things again

I am a porcelain doll
My small hands are fragile,
So I let no one touch them.
I try not to blink
Because my eyelids scraping against marble
Is a sound that unnerves me.
I am a stop animation film
In my first language
Twisting tongues.

Your words are generic,
Your mouth- just a hole.
You can match every syllable
But you can't match this soul.

I showed up
Already drunk.

Oh, God-
Can you not ******* frozen lips?
Even if I was Chirsts bride,
Hell would still have me on its list.