flynt

flynt Apr 2013

You, my personal jesus.
Something I can't possibly believe in.
But you, I know you're it
as I reach out to touch your taste.
Touch my faith.
Make me a believer.
Teach me your ways.
You, my personal jesus.
You, reaching out to touch the insides
of my legs.
You're my own.
Reach out and touch me.

Do you know who Brian is?

flynt Apr 2013

Gifts From Me To You

I will wrap up my scars in a bouquet      I left a jar at your window

lay them gently on your door step    filled with sighs and cigarette butts

ring your doorbell         so you could get high in the morning

and runaway            off of my sleepless nights of

                              boredom and sadness

can you dig it? it's bad, i know this.
Oh, yeah two separate columns are two separate poems.

flynt Apr 2013

I Reach

I reach into my pocket, and pull out some Autumn leaves.
They're damped red, brown, yellow, and some green.
They smell like musky air after rain.
I reach into the ocean and pull out some seashells.
One looked like it had a heart in-graved,
and the other had a face.
I almost got hit by a car that day, but I
think they must be lucky.
I reach into my past, and I pull out my heart.
I put it in my pocket along with the musky leaves,
and the shells from the sea,
because all I do is
reach and reach and reach.

whatthefuck/ baaaaddd

flynt Apr 2013

Hummy ~ Scar Bright

I am standing in a weird red light.
You can see my scares, they glow bright.
And all I've ever wanted is to be ripped opened,
and then pulled under.
I look over my shoulder into a different light,
and all I can see is you
looking over your shoulder back at me.
Oh, and it's strange.
Don't look at me in this light, *Hummy.

Hummy is someone very special to me, and the crazy cool part is he isn't made up this time.

flynt Mar 2013

B.H.R

He says faces come out of the rain.
Well, I'm still waiting.
All she wanted was to be free.
Now she's the wind;
now she's inside of me.
Oh, and she was too good for this world,
and that's why she left.
Leaving us in wonder.
She's shooting to the stars.
Now her vibe is buzzing my bones.
Out of her body, she won't fall apart.
The world was too cruel, and life was never fair
for a girl who was so wild and too stunning to bear.
All she wanted was to be free.

She is free,
*she will always be.

for my dearest friend. I understand as much as I can.

flynt Mar 2013

deepest/sofest

Late at night
What is that light?
Hopefully something is coming to take me.

flynt Mar 2013

red light ~ after glow

I remember it was after midnight.
Everyone in the whole town were at home asleep.
I walked on the empty streets of Main.
I felt as if I were on a stage.
Such a strange world it felt at that time.

And you were there.