I know everything
and even more,
all your knowledge
I will absorb.

I fooled the devil
and god as well.
I escaped from heaven
and the fires of hell.

On earth my heart will always be
Though why it's so I cannot see

Writing was an old passion,
      replaced by 21st century's new fashion.

   A broken poetry that contains a dead word,
       written by a doltish poet— an absurd.

                   An abysmal masterpiece,
                 created by a splendid artist.

                    tear those works apart,
           like tearing a broken poets' heart.

                         ;  An outgrowth,
                    of a blackjacked soul.

orange marmalade
gooey on our fingertips,
sweet on your lips. i say
i could spend all day feeding
you toast and honey but no
no only cookies you tell me.
the warmth from behind your
knees runs through my thighs
and i think i could get used to
the way the sun turns your
skin as golden as your heart.

It's going to be a while
Before I can look in the mirror again
After being with you so long I haven't needed to
I have forgotten what I look like.
See, I don't need a mirror to feel pretty
Or new lingerie to feel ****
A new necklace wont bring glamour to my face
No
For I see myself through your gaze
And I have never
looked this
good
.