#quickie
Hickey Hickey
just the feeling leaves me dizzy
it's hard to forget you
cause you're there all clingy
clinging to my neck
red and violet bruises on my chest
colored with pleasure and regret
nasty stares and glares
a constant reminder you're there
what started as a quickie
has left me with a big fat
Hickey
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
What you’re taught is what you know.
Even in the rot things still can grow.
I’ve cursed each name a hundred times
while walking on bridges and under power lines.
What something is
isn’t simply what it means.
The embers barely fizz,
but the light still beams.
I can spot the forest from the trees,
and find myself under a starry starry night.
I can feel the cool mountain breeze,
and still discover something that isn’t quite right.
Am I just cursed, to always make things seem worse?
If far from the path you find yourself,
don’t let it ever get to your mood.
Trust your instincts for some help,
because it’s not the path that’s moved.
What something is
isn’t simply what it means.
The meaning you could miss,
just like the symbols of your dreams.
I can determine the sea from the shore,
and I can sleep under the full moon.
Still I have the gull to ask for more,
even if it seems far too soon.
Am I just cursed, to bury myself after I’ve bought my own hearse?
What something is
isn’t simply what it means.
Dread could end up bliss,
and Hell could be clean.
Wet wood does no one any good,
doesn’t work as it should;
I think I’d rather have gold
A potato sack thrown over your back
they only cut you some slack
because you ate them before they grew mold.
I start my life in media res,
hand to my ear to block out the noise.
I need not live by what another says,
I couldn’t even hear them, so I have no choice.
Am I just cursed,
to live my life in reverse?
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
i was filled
not with happiness
but with a deep contempt
my heart beats with reason today
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
She opened my mouth
And began to throw all of her
***** things inside.
The collar of her shirt laced
With a smirk.
She filled my mouth with soap
The seat of her jeans between my teeth.
Normally she'd walk away
But today
She sat on top of me
My insides swished around & around
Thumping & bumbling around.
She closed my mouth and sat on my face.
A collection of all her ***** things
Coming clean
Including I,
Without need for a change dispenser
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC
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.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
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 vomit-up and eye lids
shut.
the keys are in the car and this poem means nothing.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
Twins, they are your kids,
Identical they are delightful,
Tie them together you do,
Sensual feeling for both you & me.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
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
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
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.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
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.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
**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
but
impatient and unknowing
just taking whatever comes first
and yes,
words and *** are not the same
but I want them both
in the exact same way**
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
Deeper, darker
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
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
Your name I say over and over.
I love how its kind shape feels
as it rolls over my tongue.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
mirror mirror on the wall
where are my fortunes, i want it all
make me a king that will never fall
give me my riches, i need it all
vanity is reality,
it's a tragedy - that's your call.
mirror mirror on the wall
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
The love I once had you took it away;
I invested most of my time into you;
Now you're gone, onto a next guy;
Using me for quickies;
Telling me lies about how you love me;
If you loved me, why?
Why will always be the question;
Forever there will be thoughts;
Thoughts of us in the back of my head;
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
Crack in the ceiling
Expensive repair.
Crack in the glass
Duct tape
Crack of a switch
Stripe the *****
Crack of a gun
Someone's done
Crack the vein
Relieve pain
Crack of lightning
Frightening
Crack the whip
Obey
Crack my skull
My mind mulls
Crack the mirror
Old wives’ tales dither
Crack the door
It's her …
Crack of her ***
Beautiful tail
Ends this tight little piece
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
I.
No more than a confused human being.
I feel like I have lost my way.
And it's as if I can't retrace my footsteps.
I
Feel so horrible inside.
The past few years, harboring a secret
Deep down inside
Keeping it locked in a safe.
I
Can't feel guilty anymore.
I've changed,
Or, at least, I hoped so.
I
Am a confused human being
Still making my choices.
And I hope when this is all said and done
I won't be confused
Anymore.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
They're feverish with desire
Eclipsed in love
Raging like a black smoke fire
****** scents rising above
The pheromones they release
Must be smelled miles away
They've missed this, the tease
And liquid glances, it's been days
Since, either have touched the other
But they still feel that ****** tension
On every inch of their skin
When they're finally away from prying eyes
Their lips mesh, his hands move to her thighs
And hers slide up through his hair
Gripping on tight
They could be spotted, but neither cares
He pushes her hard against the wall
Bringing her legs around his hips
She thanks heaven she wore a skirt
And quiets a moan by devouring his lips
He quickly, fervently unzips his jeans
Releasing himself and promptly
Entering her sweet, wet heat
He groans as he swallows her scream
Then pounds in hard, fast, ferociously
She rocks her hips with a delicious little motion
Squeezing her core tight, biting his lips
Coming almost instantly when he growls with delight
He thrusts harder, incessantly feeling her getting tight
Moving her ankles to rest on his shoulders
He delves his shaft as deep inside as he can reach
She scratches scars along his back
And they kiss so deep like it's the final feast
She throbs in her core as another wave hits at full force
Starts going weak as she comes once more
Feeling her liquid pour, brings him to the edge
He grips her ankles stretching the limits of her flexibility
Then roars into her sweet mouth as he comes, vigorously
He lets her legs go, but holds her upright
They both sigh knowing it's the beginning of the night,
And that was just a quickie
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
open mic night
stands shivering with
star shine
and a little coffee house
just north of the furthest peak
of the Appalachia chain
pour your soul out
i was there
with the skyrockets behind guitars
nothing but a raw voice
and a standing ovation heart
brought the hands together
when copper met copper
where my lining had been torn off
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
I am scared
But not of the monster under my bed.
But not of the undead.
But not of the demon in the hallway.
But not of the aliens in outer space doing the nae nae.
But not of the ghost in the boathouse.
But not of the bugs on my blouse.
But not of the scars on my wrists.
But not of the hurt that, in my heart, exists.
But not of the ability to get the flu.
But if how much I love you.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC