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1.4k · Feb 2015
Exotic.
September Feb 2015
1.
Firsts can never change,
But they can most certainly
Oh, be forgotten.

2.
Do not say my name.
Say my name again—say hers.
This time: I dare you.

3.
When I stripped you of
Your faith, I had asked you if
God was still watching.

4.
Perhaps flirtation—
Music taste, or lucky liquor.
Perhaps loneliness.

5.
Never spoke a word,
Until substance set us free
Upon each other.

6.
We were nothing more
Than slutty dancing, slurred words,
And a messy bed.

7.
Sleep—an illusion.
I start to wonder if you,
Love, were one as well.

8.
I was more to you
In one night—than you were to
Me in seven years

9.
Little golden boy:
How can you hate the whole world
Yet say you love me?

10.
I was sick, alone.
You were not special—just there.
Still sick. Still alone.

11.
I stole from God again.
You were young, and I— Oh, I
Just want to stargaze

12.
Smoke green under green—
sweat under sheets—broken bones—
Blood on hardwood floors.

13.
Hands can hold tightly.
Skin can connect easily.
Words can lie sweetly.

14.
You have green eyes, and—
soft hands, and— loving skin, and—
Nothing I deserve

15.
Let's talk about ***.
Let's talk about love. Let's talk
*About the sadness
I regret nothing of my life.
Written about fifteen people who I'm told are supposed to mean something to me.
1.4k · May 2014
Real Unreal
September May 2014
i wanted sin and *** appeal,
but you were my achille's heel.
i singed my skin so i could no longer feel
what's real, unreal—
what's real—
—unreal
you're not real
not real
1.4k · Dec 2013
Streetlight
September Dec 2013
Rain hits the back of my head.
The back of my head hits concrete.
I fall victim to a wound that never opened.
1.4k · Dec 2013
Thursday Morning
September Dec 2013
Love hurts,
and so does lust.
But trust me now, somehow—
rough *** with a stranger
only endangered


my loneliness.
Thursday morning took away the pain of my lost Monday nights.
1.3k · Nov 2014
Injection
September Nov 2014
You called yourself a philosopher—but
The only depth you cared about
was intravenous.



*The boy who loved God too much,
he tried to find Him

in his head.
Deeper
1.3k · Nov 2013
calm
September Nov 2013
you're a
soft one, but dense/
(packed full of thoughts)
and i mean that
in the best way possible.
i can see us floating away
in my favorite direction
probably going to delete this.
1.3k · Mar 2015
Nucleus Ocean
September Mar 2015
If I were your lover,
And you were across the seas—
I would swim my whole life
in the ocean's long breeze—
I would drown for your smile
Oh, regardless of degrees—
Just to love at your feet,
At your heels, at your knees.
happy birthday
1.3k · Jun 2011
Spider.
September Jun 2011
Social ladder like a spider web.
The hunter, eight lilting legs,
makes her way to her chessboard.

She can see her reward.
In the center, he stills.
This is her game of conquest,
Possession over thrills.

One leg on a spoke,
seven others slowly follow.
No throat to choke,
    no going back.

To the first tier,
more than a crossroad.
The intersection friendship,
A link to his abode.

One level to the other,
connecting one another.
She is taking over his social circle.
She can see the podium.

Closer now, to the epicenter.
    So close.

One circle away, all she can see,
The boy, the prey, the delicacy.
1.3k · Mar 2016
We never spoke about it
September Mar 2016
you told me you loved
red, blue, and geometry—
and the next morning
i found red
lines on my back
and blue
circles on my neck.
i know you've read
the things i've written.
i know you know
the things i've done.
we share a secret within
the line of our vision.
we never spoke about it.




we never spoke about it.
January?
September May 2014
you told me once
that sleep deprivation
is the equivalent of
seven shots of whisky.

so i drank your words
on tuesday afternoon
and slammed down
seven shots of whisky
on wednesday night
and watched the sunrise
on thursday morning.

the whisky wore off long ago
but i am still here hoping that
if i stay awake long enough
i will stop dreaming
of you.
i haven't slept in days. why am i still thinking of you
1.3k · Feb 2013
6am
September Feb 2013
6am
Plane hangover.
From my window I can see the
Tequila sunrise.
1.3k · May 2013
I am your eyelids
September May 2013
I am your eyelids and the train-tracks of your stitches. I am the cracks in your bones and the wealthy mind riches. I am the fluid of your language that speaks in every sentence of your prose, I am the syllable you cannot speak though your tongue still knows. I am the chapel of your rib cage and the rage that it slows, closing the gates to the crosses in rows. I am the dirt under your cuticle and the follicle of your skin, sprouting a thread of your body within. I am the anxiety of your brain and the ecstasy of your flesh, crawling at the sense that you attain and possess. I am your lost baby teeth and the way that they chatter, I am the neurons, the synapses, the white and grey matter. I am your saliva burning caverns in the cave of your time. I am the line of your lips and the lungs you call, "mine." I am your soul, your secrecy, your sanctity. Your spine.
1.3k · May 2017
Koala and Eucalyptus
September May 2017
Oh, whisky and your hips:
Hard as stone on my fingertips
I would put my lips to them both.
Hug
1.3k · Aug 2013
translucent somenothings
September Aug 2013
I am the jellyfish that sits
in the bloom of your waters,
looming my lines across your ocean
motioning you towards my toxicity.
I'm water, I'm water
Simplicity.
my kitty gave me the title of this poem
1.2k · Apr 2012
Once Sighted, One Sided.
September Apr 2012
My love like a lone penny in the street,
Fell far from your wallet, claiming no trust.
Sitting idle where cement runways meet,
Black copper stained by love's untimely rust.

My love like the paper of yesterday,
Read over and then thrown away quick.
This torture you have given me to weigh,
Could make even the invincible sick.

My love like a needle of addiction,
Clawing at the vein of your youthful grace.
Mind and soul in a bold contradiction.
A hunger that no mere pill can erase.

My love like a burning candle in night.
My love denied by your ignorant sight.
Have to do a sonnet in english class—high school, be the death of me. Thought I would update my HP account while I am at it.
1.2k · Mar 2013
Throw Away the Gold Medal.
September Mar 2013
Somewhere,
                                                      ­  a Christian is crying
                    on their Honeymoon
                                                       ­ because they were lied to,
                                                             ­                        'Coulda had a lot more fun
                                                        when they were young.

                                                 Why'd you have to tell
                                             Her that Hell was a swell
                                                           ­                       Of fire and flames,
         Desire and aims
on the claims that

                                                         "Yeah, there'll be
                                                        firewo­rks."


                                

                                                          ­                                                                 ­                            Behind, the Devil lurks
                                                           ­ with a wedding ring,



                                                        ­                                                          Yeah,
 ­                                                       There'll be some perks.
1.2k · Aug 2013
seven lines and a title.
September Aug 2013
i long for that hip-held vibration.
secret shower/ *******.
you're a product of my imagination.
only temptation. lonely location.
find me in my blind elation.
waiting. waiting.
lost in translation.
September Dec 2014
with fingers of sin i had touched your core, unzipped your jeans like locked church doors and swore i would marry you one day.
they say i shouldn't love you anymore, that poems are only for those you adore—but when you left i was naked on the floor, sold my soul to the convenience store, and
to forget a ****** i kissed a *****
kissed my lips and cried no more
december 2nd.
September Oct 2015
It's not morning sickness if it only happens when I wake up next to you,

baby.
1.2k · Feb 2014
Abuse
September Feb 2014
They told me I could sell my body,
Instead I decided to sell my mind.
It's $10 a hit,
But I don't yet know
if this is harm or a high.
Body or mind?
1.2k · Jun 2013
Broken Laptop Screen
September Jun 2013
You step forwards—
within my reach
but with every passing day
the dream I've chased
gets farther away once again.
Not you, not you!
But I and my
inevitable leave.

Can we make this last more than just
one night
one night.
1.2k · Dec 2013
Ghosting
September Dec 2013
**** will never release
the way our eyes touched—
and held between them:
those worries in your fingertips.
vous avez peur.
1.2k · Nov 2012
Runway Strip Poker
September Nov 2012
Love starts out
                          on the run.
Or so they they—
          They say
They're crazy.

Promise ring made of
                                      gold.
Or so she's told—
          She's told
She's crazy.


They said they'd
use your skin
for fun
'Cause since they said
Love starts out
                          on the run,
And ends on
Lust's warm highway
       (Runaway, runway—all the same, they say)
Or so they say—
          They say
I'm crazy.

Hazy, maybe, a little
                   fickle with the memories.
But they told me it was made of gold
    I swear, I swear.

They could not lie on love's runway, no—
My plane takes off in five
     I thrive,
     I strive,
     I derive,
from you: the root of
                                    a negative.
It feels like a betrayal to put this one online. The messy writing is as important as the words themselves. I could never get the spacing right, either.
1.2k · Mar 2012
Luna Moth
September Mar 2012
I am caught
In gold rays.
He plays with my strings.
Plucks and pulls at my papery wings
That flutter and beat
For the lights on the street.
Drags me in through attraction
When night is black and goth.
Just like a magnet.
Just like a moth.
1.2k · Apr 2013
Myriad. Mydriasis.
September Apr 2013
Dilate my pupils, my love, my veins.
(I'm) In sane- In sanity.
Vanity of all around
Found a friendship in the faucet
Washed the powder down with bottled water


        stolen.

Let me hold this feeling
Until I can give it back to the sun
Wonder when the world will
wash away wishes with a whiteness

Wholeness
     Stolen.

Happiness.
     Swollen.

Uncontrolled.      Uninhibited.

Why won't the world let me
love the world    with my  madness
My - driasis.

Dilated so I can take essence in.

  Sin.

                         Stolen.
1.1k · Apr 2013
Blur
September Apr 2013
Lazy day away with me
Soft rocking into the sheets.
If I am to you, what you are to me:
We, combined, true vanity.

Guilty.
Damon Albarn, you can really make me miss a guy. March/25/13.
1.1k · Oct 2012
Cardiac Arrest
September Oct 2012
Cardiac arrest
Read me all the rights I have left.
Cuff me up
In the vein of the law
I must remain silent:
I know to withdraw.
Love, he is a lock down.
"We've got a
Code Red
—blood cell.

Cardiac arrest
Read me all the rights I do not have left,"
he said.
1.1k · Dec 2013
Powder Pretense
September Dec 2013
"You know what's just as addictive and twice as expensive as a line of coke?"
You slip out of my vision like a fallen credit card.
Your eyes touching my thigh and
your nose a smoke carton's width away from the coffee table
"Two lines of coke."
1.1k · Apr 2013
Assorted Syllables
September Apr 2013
Unspoken syllables still saying the story
that I can't comprehend with an earlobe
and an ear-drum,
with a bass-drop, ego sum, meticulous amour.

Hand dancing
Prancing like Bambi as she creates
assorted laughter and the stars control.

How beautiful,
with a bass-drop, ego sum, meticulous amour,
the language is a mountain of another planet Earth
all spoken in

Sign language
Poetry.
again, written with kyran.
1.1k · Nov 2013
Celebrate and Regret.
September Nov 2013
Celebrate and Regret

4. Perhaps flirtation-
Music taste, or lucky liquor.
Perhaps loneliness.


5. Never spoke a word,
Until substance set us free
Upon each other.


6. We were nothing more
Than slutty dancing, slurred words,
And a messy bed.
4, 5, and 6. JV, JG, and JR. Put together because it made sense this way, in alphabet and in circumstance.
1.1k · Mar 2013
Delete.
September Mar 2013
Hospital bracelet, she owned.
Called from the payphone.


She was all I've ever known and




She scratched her veins out.


Little girls thrown around on a trampoline
We were thirteen year old lovers, in one or two bodies/
I was King and you were Queen


The Monarch, she,
She scratched her veins out
And I was the one who bled.

I sparked a lighter at her grave
Inhaled royal air.

Suicide bracelet, she sent to me
I poured ink onto her headstone.
1.1k · Nov 2011
Idealism.
September Nov 2011
You put together words
and syllables
and sounds because they
ring a certain bell in your ear.

You pause for a moment, an ominous drawl.

But is there any meaning?

Any meaning at all?
Odd how I could be doing the exact same thing?
1.1k · Sep 2013
Tranq.
September Sep 2013
Slapped myself on ketamine
and found that it
hurt more than it did
than when I actually had
some feeling in me.
Throwback to my first time on K.
1.1k · Nov 2013
Critic, Cynic, Skeptic
September Nov 2013
Critic, cynic, skeptic.
We see the same thing differently—
That's relative
not relevant.
1.1k · Oct 2012
Two Men in a Jail Cell
September Oct 2012
Two men in a jail cell.
One with a scalpel.
One roped to a chair.

The man with a scalpel,
He is no medicine man—
He is a torturer.

The man in the chair,
He is no prisoner of war—
He is a civilian.

Weeks pass by and
The door never opens
Until—

On the one-hundrenth night
Out of the cell, crawls
Only one man

On his skin, there lies
A masterpiece.
A raised rendition of "Starry Night."

Eyes glance back into
His previous prison,
Only to find—

An empty chair.
A scalpel.
A reflection.
I would not like to cloud the story up with rhyme.
1.1k · Nov 2013
Chapstick
September Nov 2013
You come and go
and all I am left with
is a month of confusion—
half-feelings
and 37 songs on itunes.
1.1k · Jun 2011
Like Father, Like Son.
September Jun 2011
A boy in the field,
By the age of eighteen.
A flag for a shield,
And a crowd he's never seen.


The boy whose life was ruined by war,
Passed down a hate he has no use for.
A country scarred by the recent recession,
Houses todays funeral procession.


The boy looks on at his father's new bed,
So many questions, housed in his head.
"Why are we fighting?" he thinks to himself.
His father as fresh as the frame on the shelf.


Hours run by, but the boy is still standing.
Visions in his head of planes crash landing.
"I have nothing against them, but this I must do."
Chasing after his unchangeable view.


He won't stop, until the war is won.
Feeding the fire, like father like son.



Generations of hate, forever to come.
Like father like son,
     Like father like son.
A boy avenging his father who is a boy avenging his father—
1.1k · Dec 2012
Tangible
September Dec 2012
I am waiting for the day
When technology catches up with imagination.
When I will be able
To sort your chemical composition.
To breach your prefrontal cortex.
To purge out your ego.
1.0k · Nov 2013
Grace
September Nov 2013
Graced to know that
you still lie through your teeth and
and
and

(I hope you get a cavity)
1.0k · Nov 2011
Taming
September Nov 2011
A battle between
crosshairs,
we fall
and
rebound
back; we crack;
ricochet.

The bullet grazed,
and kept at bay.
Squint to see meaning. There is nothing, other than that.
1.0k · Jan 2013
Spitters are Quitters
September Jan 2013
Look at that *****
swallowing pills
like *****
because the people endowed to her
this poem
and she only bothered to read
the title.

.
To edit or not to edit.

Nah.
1.0k · Sep 2016
Free Pornstars
September Sep 2016
"Yeah, why don't I tell him that I ****** you too?"
I don't care if it hurts
1.0k · Dec 2011
Apostrophe.
September Dec 2011
An stroke to differentiate
between he'll and hell

Not much difference.
September Mar 2014
Your words were always sugar sweet,
brought me to you like gravity.
But all you do is lie through teeth—
Your speech will give you a cavity.
And it's all your own **** fault.
989 · Feb 2013
Achille's Eyeball
September Feb 2013
I closed my eyes as my father dipped me in liquid gold
So then when I saw you I—

fell.
985 · Aug 2013
Rib cage chapel
September Aug 2013
I am the scientist sitting on the pew
Holding a textbook bible.
I don't question you.
You are the only faith I can look blindly to.
980 · Oct 2013
Blindfolded
September Oct 2013
Not for the risque factor, only for the simple fact that
I only want you inside one single part of me
and it's sure as hell not my heart.

Don't look me in the eyes.
Don't look me in the eyes.
you've got a really quirky smile. and weird eyes.
976 · Mar 2017
talent. (negative space)
September Mar 2017
did i pull away or did you?
what i wouldn't do
for one more taste
of that wet embrace.

we find a balance
in the absence.


we find a balance
in the absence.
it's a talent, it's a talent.
952 · May 2014
$15 camera
September May 2014
i saw you one last time
before you crawled
under the couch—
back into all those photos
that i took of you
i took all of them
949 · Apr 2013
Nine Dollar Drink
September Apr 2013
For the one-night stand I have never had and the
Future I'll gladly take like a powder
In a nine dollar drink
On the rocks.

Bartender.
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