in the icy swirl
          of deep-inhale
            I reach down inside
                      to darkest
       heated flesh-fabric
removing the clothing
of my soul,
feeling the layers
                slowly  undone
                      the flay
                        of my own fleece
                          the peeling
                    of my own pelt
            penetrating
                through tissue,
                     a journey to the
                          deep heart of me,
                         cut in one clean move
                         and yet, like a miracle
                  there is
             no pain
                   just magnet-connect
                     beyond the cusp
                            of words
                              that curl from our
                                             tongues
                                      rising up in
                      latticed affirmations
                    a cleansing in frost
a constant, aquamarine renewal
and there is no past
no future
      just this prism
           of crystal liquid jewels
      flowing in
gentle,
         cellular music
             straight into the strands        
                    of our veins
and I miss you
like you have gone
on the long winter hunt
my longing splayed out
like an animal skin on
                    four poles
its tendons stretched
beyond measure
yet holding fast
with a roof over my head,
                    I acknowledge
             my restlessness
I am my own
       hunter-forager,
         both searching and found,
                     gathering up bits  
               of velocity
stroking the ribbons
of passion
stoking the fires of my
              heart and hearth
protecting what is us
like a lioness
for we are overflowing
with both strength
         and tenderness
              our own bones
ingredients of the wild soup              
of our feral union
of our constant rebirth
our very dna
          weaving itself
like heartstrings
               in the rush      
of
       time

why does red,
the color associated with anger,
also the color of passion,
fate,
and love?

asking a child,
one whom has never fell in love,
nor seen true love,
in their existence-

(now you wait little miss,
your parents are in love,
are they not?)

-you'd be wrong to assume,
my mother loved my father,
anymore, that is...

love is dead,
my mother hummed to him,
our love is dead

Just another holiday where the people in relationships buy overpriced chocolates for the ones they love
And the singles buy the same chocolate half priced the next day

I used to think Valentine’s Day was a magical one
Where my Prince Charming would come and kiss me in front of everyone
And after 14 years the closest thing I’ve come into contact with a male was accidental touching their hand while grabbing a pencil
I mean Snow White was my age when she got her happily ever after so why can’t I get mine
Maybe he just got lost and is to stubborn to ask for directions
Or he’s pulling a push door without realizing it so he’s stuck
But in all honesty I don’t think he’s coming

But who knows maybe my Prince Charming will wear sundresses and he will be a she
Or maybe he’ll wear eyeliner and listen to punk rock like I do
Or maybe he won’t be he or a she and will wear flannel that I’ll end up stealing from them
Or maybe they won’t ever show up

Its ok tho cause while you and your boyfriend eat overpriced chocolate
I’ll be eating the same chocolate for half the price

Lust wears a black veil, a strapless top, a mini skirt, fishnet stockings and high heels.

written by Keith Edward Baucum

Well...first I'd probably pay off all my student loans

And with the rest of the $10, i don't know.....

Chipotle or taco bell maybe?

This is not
Something more
Not sadness
No tears that could
Fill up or flood
This is just
Empty
Lacking
Where nothing is
Colour
Just numb
And
Existence.