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I wish I was a cigarette
so she'd have a reason to stick me in 
her mouth.

She'd **** me down hard like water.
Put me in, take me out, put me in, take me out,
always back in 
her warm, pink
mouth.

I'd take the fall to hell just to have
seven minutes of her
inhaling me in like happy poison,
disappearing softly
inside of her,
and her, still craving
me
                             long after.
 Sep 2014 Eisen Pacheco
Love
Heroin
 Sep 2014 Eisen Pacheco
Love
She's bad for me
Worse for my soul
Than ****** is for my body
But yet I'm addicted to her
And just a thought
Can bring me back to my knees
Begging for more
Of my lovely drug.
In my world,
we aren’t allowed to love men if we’re women,
In my world,
we aren’t allowed to love women if we’re men.

It used to be that it was wrong for men to love men,
or women to love women,
It used to be frowned upon for them to get married,
the way we do so often.

“God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve,”
protestors used to claim.
But according to their beliefs,
God created everyone the same.

I couldn’t imagine waking up without the love of my life,
next to me every day,
Her warm arms wrapped around me;
our bodies lying in a tangled array.

My brother couldn’t imagine waking up without the love of his life,
next to him every morning,
Or going to sleep without him,
for without his husband he is nothing.

Plato said that Zeus struck the humans with four arms and four legs,
with two hearts and two faces,
For he feared their power and condemned them
to search for their soul mates embraces.

If Plato is right and we are split into two halves
why did they used to think it meant opposite sexes?
If in mitosis a cell produces an exact copy of itself
why didn’t they think it meant same sexes?

But perhaps it is wrong for us to conclude
that heterosexuality is so unacceptable,
If now we think it is so ridiculous
that homosexuality used to be considered terrible.

r.f.
Hades
Why is he portrayed
as ugly and scary?
Shouldn't he at least
be pleasing to the eye?
Yes, he reigns over the
land of the dead
But, is death necessarily heinous?
Shrouded in mystery
He's the essence
of all our fears
Tomorrow holds the unknown
An unknown
I do not fear
I choose not to fear
the Great Unknown
Giving it a softer countenance
One pleasing to the eye
9/11/2014
Your name
always on my lips

Your face
always there
when I close my eyes

Your presence
always in my dreams

You haunt me
I have this weird feeling
The feeling you have when you miss someone
Or when you're homesick
But I'm  home
And my friends are too
I still feel nothing is here
Does anyone know what I mean?
I have this bad habit
When I wake up all
I can think about is
You.
 Sep 2014 Eisen Pacheco
poetrygod
I find peace is when I
Write.
The pen is no longer a
Pen.
My mouth is no longer a
Mouth.
The pen is a mouth,
Talking.
Not only talking but,
Screaming.
And sometimes it’s only
Whispering.
Sometimes I write what happened that
Day.
But mostly I write about my
Past.
Trying to collect my memories on
Paper.
Putting the stories in chronological
Order.
Trying. Always trying to
Remember.
With you gone
Who will stop me
From bleeding
Anymore?
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