Devoured by the intensity,
  words that quench the soul
an enchanting intoxication - -
    like a spirited ******
      whetting a voracious thirst,  
plunging in for another swallow
   of adoration's satiated ******

He gave me a choice, you know.
Have a will of my own, or follow Him into battle.
One bite. One bite to free us all.
Did I dare?
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes!
I dared to be intoxicated, be blamed for it all.
Bite, chew, swallow.
He gave me a choice.
And I dared to take the wrong path.

Yet again I want a hole to swallow me up,
As I am walking for the ground to disappear,
Your meant see your life or someone clearly,
Just as your about to go,
My current mood would simply be,
Thank **** it's my time to go.

Part of me will never forgive myself
for not following through on the promise I made to you

But another part
knows that you wanted me too
Forced me to

Part of my brain was already on the way to the store
to get cupcake making supplies

when the other part of me,
remembered that you don’t have a sweet tooth

Unless the cupcake was laced with misery,
there was no way you would sink your teeth into it

I wonder why you had wanted confetti cake
when all you know is grey

I wonder if you were hoping that I could bake some color
back into your throat

so that your own voice
mattered to you again

I convince myself that things are better this way
but it is like wishing on a cake the day after your birthday

Forced and futile
though appreciating the sentiments.

I would have given you the universe baked deep
inside of the cupcakes that were my proof that I could be worthy

Wey, wey went the Willow
Woo, woo went the Wind
Say, say said the Swallow

Mother Earth took a breathe
And her core's heartbeat
Shut the Swallow up
For they All in Silence, Speak.

eating hot food
is like a little
challenge
to swallow
before it burns your mouth
before the food wins
the struggle to avoid
my stomach
chew fast, mouth a bit open
******* air in and out
on short pants
but I win
GULP
down it goes
I can feel its warmth smoldering
in my belly

A cockatiel lives in my ribcage
and maybe it should
come out and tell me about
the pain it swallows
and turns into songs,
songs for everybody to hear.

I am fine with it there most
of the time, really.
But sometimes at night my pretentious
heart gets tired and I want
to tear it up and set the bird free.
There's nothing that can save me.


F.Z.**N

Open your mouth wide,
Feel it in your hand.
Put it in your mouth,
And try to close your mouth.

Don't Bite, Don't spit!
Make sure the liquid is in your mouth for a while before you swallow.

Notice it slide down,
down your throat,
And feel better now that it's over.

That's the proper way to take pills!

Like teeth in a parade,
string ice cubes across my collar bone,
so I can wait until they melt,
and sing in my sleep to you,
"Words like these,
cannot be washed away so easily,
because I've tried to wash them out,
of my hair several times,
like how I've tried to,
burn my skin,
to rid it of your fingertips,
and how I have tried to,
swallow the color of your eyes."