i'm not going to be happy and fulfilled,
to make you feel better about what you did,
your twisted and malicious abuse of my feelings.
no i don't want to be your friend,
i don't want to pretend that it doesn't hurt,
that you looked me in the eyes,
and lied, over and over again.
it's absolutely ridiculous,
that you claim i'm the one that's ridiculous,
because i won't give you what you want,
i won't comfort your guilt,
for the abuse you put me through.
what was this supposed to be again?
I think I left my keys in the car.
the nightbird sings a song
the humid air beats down like
a while-worn five hundred miles.
a roach tapped against the glass.
a gasp is stuck in my throat like
gross times *****-up and eye lids
the keys are in the car and this poem means nothing.
Twins, they are your kids,
Identical they are delightful,
Tie them together you do,
S**ensual feeling for both you & me.
My HP Poem #1654
I want to slide my fingers
out of my pockets
into your lap
in between your legs
and push your buttons
until your eyes roll back
into your head
and pass out and go to bed
Ask lone questions that were made for a King,
one who was born mute, blind and deaf.
He'll express the most breathtaking things,
only coming from this final breath.
Right here? Right now? its just you and I
and the summer architecture.
Shouldn't be feeling this right here,
right now just isn't the time.
The architecture was flawed to begin with
the lions share crafted in low bandwidth.
Cant seem to understand right here,
right now wasn't fit to abide.
Right here? Right now? just me
and calloused fingers
just uninspired and unoriginal
At wits end with consolation prizes.
my words have had little meaning lately
rushed and harsh
like a quickie in a poorly lit parking lot
meaningless and soon forgotten
but spoken for a reason
like the motives behind that backseat moment
wanted and waited for
but looking for something much deeper
something rooted and real
impatient and unknowing
just taking whatever comes first
words and *** are not the same
but I want them both
in the exact same way
Tell me why
I hold within
The southern nights
Ablaze upon a crumbling pyre
Hopes and dreams that soon will tire
That lock within a silent wish
Entomb a life beyond all this
The fields of bloom mark
What has died
A heart of color
A world denied
this came out pretty easily XD
Your name I say over and over.
I love how its kind shape feels
as it rolls over my tongue.
© Bitsy Sanders, March 2016