#boil
I refuse to diffuse myself
I refuse to refuse myself of these bubbling feelings
you brought me to a boil
you tried to be my character foil
scrub and rub myself clean of your imprinted kisses
but my mind is still tattooed by all your smooth moves
I was too naive and you were too cool
made me question my reality, made me lessen my sexuality
walking the line for someone again like the fool
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 9:17 AM UTC
Bubble over and spill.
Without fire, stagnation.
Effervescent, excited electrons
Vaporized into emotion,
Hurtling through space
On a collision course
With an unsuspecting alien.
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 1:55 PM UTC
how do you get a boilover?
you can turn up the heat
add more water
or increase the pressure
of course, you're using a melting ***
so there might be some difference
in how much you'd need of each, respectively
no past recipe can really offer preparation
the water's not the same
the temperatures' change
and pressure varies wildly
from kitchen to kitchen
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
You make my blood boil
You make my fists clench
My eyes squint
into a scowl
when I see your smug smile
lips curled
teeth bared
slandering my name
Go on ahead!
I know I am not to blame
for all the late nights of confusion
and all the moments of obsessive intrusion
You twist the story
say I'm no better
Leaving on my doorstep
a grammatically incorrect letter
Ah, nothing makes my skin crawl
more than the improper use of "you're"
"your a liar"
"you never take responsibility for you're actions"
God, I don't know where I ever found attraction!
You can condemn me all day to hell
but at least I know how to ******* spell!
You say that I make you absolutely sick
doesn't mean much coming from a
wannabe preppy pretense of a *****
Delete my number from your phone
Get a life and leave me alone
Stop penciling paragraphs
full of mean and spite
saying you don't know how I sleep at night
Well, the joke's on you
I don't actually sleep
And I don't miss your stupid Jeep
I literally have my own.
Again, put down your phone
and pick up a book
because being a *********
isn't exactly a fallback career
You got that? Have I made it clear?
You can go assassinate my character
to your nonexistent group
I'll just be ranting to my poet friends
on an online website everyone can see....
oops
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
I cook my food on the flames of broken hearts and hatred
And
Boil my water on the heat of agony
And
They ask " why does it taste so well? "
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Once again the bullets fly
Once again the chldren die
Once again the parents cry
Once again we wonder why
When will we all stand and say
The problem is the NRA
And all the congressmen they pay
To turn their heads the other way.
We need to all stand up and shout
All together we’ll have clout
We need to organize a rout
And vote the slimy ******** out
ljm
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
a soft glitter, stream
out like a
faucet.
I felt it! I
felt the ailment.
And all I could
see was red.
suppurate, seethe,
writhe and let me
see your teeth
I take it in
moderation like
waves in the current
news on the
block, guillotine ---
shock me, put the stickers
on
And all I could
see was red.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 4:38 AM UTC
The wind cried jasmine and “east,”
Past the muddied waters
Grande
And mass graves tortured
Tamaulipas;
Past the rasps, taunts, tortures,
And gasps bereaved,
So much so and so could I.
Set and to sail,
I could feel the tumbleweed
Sting my toes, with each and every
Bitter step; One more sojourn
And seeking the earliest unknown,
A celestial sort of gallant,
Faceless and opposed,
The awkward, “welcome home.”
Come earlier, come Mexico,
She’d scarred my stomach
With love, a newer sort of sear,
Notarized the scar I still carry
When I drown at five past four
With the deafening scent of
Mescal and torpor
Atop my tongue.
It’s upon hot nights,
Like this very one, that
I imagine the Melons of Reynosa,
Succulent, a summer night, with
Stars stained sorrow, strayed me,
Stayed you, and fled I did,
Taken to bamboo, and forever’d,
The newest resident, “away.”
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
It's soft white alabaster but
a little dingy from overuse
hinting it's age with a bit of staining
around its curved spout
condensation dribbles from the lid down its azure twisting floral patterns
hissing it's boil with a pitched
Screeeeeeeeeeeee
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC