I hear the true father at the window
of the hot blonde; he's better cuz his
female meets him w/ her great hands  
high & her ***** sweet; the *****
is a lady inside & a guy in the future
eating his wife & falling in soul ****
talking truth many times but must
u turn the mirror called life dancing
death ***** & deep dancing yellow

I came into being as my soul fell down from heaven. I looked forward to seeing you but now that will not be. I was waiting in the womb the day that you decided that you could not have me. Though it broke your heart, you did it anyway. You felt that you would be better off because that's what you heard other people say. So they took you in a room and you lay there quietly you could not hear the Silent Scream as they slowly cut me away. You could not hear my heart stop beating or hear my spirit pray. Now you are free of me, it was simply a few Cuts and a snip. Then they took me out and it was like I never lived. You left without thinking and they gave you something to **** the pain. A good strong drink and a couple pills and the memory of me went away. You should not worry though because what you did was not my end. My soul is with Jesus now, and one day I will see you again. When you come to heaven I've just got one thing to ask you see? I just want to know, why you aborted me?

fire and brimstone
and a grotesque attempt
at spontaneous combustion,
words crawling out of throats
and
hands, trembling
and
body, trembling, all over
and
sheer force of memory
splitting through rationality
until a bomb deteroriates
everything we used to
love,
including myself.

flatten your tongue
slip it between your teeth

n.

your little lips
forming an elipsis

o.

put them together
and may you declare
a word you’d so carefully deny—
no.

you spell it out
on table tops
shout it
from the rooftops

and when cursed hands
seek to defile your shrine
may you exclaim
"i am mine"

I was in a public restroom at the mall takin' a leak in one of those urinals.
There happened to be a TDH (tall dark and handsome) man standing next to me.
And as we were peeing in unison, I leaned over, leaned back,
Looked him in the eyes and said, "Nice ****, ******."

Why is he looking at my ****?
Is he gay?
Did he just call ME a ******?
Is he confused about his sexuality?
Why do I feel insecure about my **** all of a sudden?
What just happened?

I finished peeing before he did,
So I took my ***** self over to the sink and proceeded to wash my hands.
It wasn't long before TDH was by my side.
We were now washing our hands in unison and he looks over at me and says,
"Nice hands, ******."

Is he hitting on me?
Is he really gay?
Do I really have nice hands?
Does he want to touch them?
Is he just ******* with me?
I don't know what's happening but I like it =)

Turns out he wasn't gay... nor was I.  
We both just happened to be in the business of belittling strangers
With contradictory insults for no apparent reason.
It was a good day.

A stranger walked into our door
That I already knew
How could he be a stranger
If that man was you

He had eyes so much like your own
They were such a brilliant blue
But when he stared right back at me
My eyes he looked right through

This distant gaze that I saw
Could not be your own
My reflection there was not the same
As the one I’ve known

In such despair my heart cried out
Afraid that it was you
As I no longer could see love
In those eyes of blue

My mind raced on, so confused
Prayed I was asleep
That this was all just a dream
And that your love I’d keep

My eyes flew open in the night
Body soaked in sweat
And I saw you sleeping by my side
It’s the dream I can’t forget