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Mar 2013 · 632
Art is dead
taylor roff Mar 2013
Art is dead
There are no artists
Just liars and magic men
The "artists" lie to themselves
More than anyone els
"It's a way for me to escape"
"It's my therapy"
IT'S CRAP
any ******* with....... Well..... Anything
Can make "ART" now days
But we all know, deep down inside that
Nobody has anything to say anymore
Except "look at me, I'm mysterious"
Burn all your art supplies and **** yourself
Mar 2013 · 678
S T P L Q
taylor roff Mar 2013
Some sounds surround synapses
Surrendering suddenly
To tremendously tall
Tyrants
T
R
  A
   I
    L
     I
      N
       G
Ticklish
Pudgy passengers
Longing lovingly
Quitting quiet questions
Still tempting princes and queens
Mar 2013 · 430
If I had a child
taylor roff Mar 2013
If I had a child I'd name him **** up
                  So he would always have a place in life
And if I had a child I'd name her ****
                       So she would always feel right inside
And if I had children I'd **** them both
                 So the would never have to fight for a life
Mar 2013 · 956
The perfect woman
taylor roff Mar 2013
The
Perfect
Woman
She must have a hatred for the world
Deep
She must be an alcoholic
But in the romantic sense of the word
Only listens to one record
Only reads one book
Only looks threw one window
Has faith in death
But is skeptical of life
And she can ****
With a pure understanding of lust
Only eats when she needs to think
Only breaths when she needs to smoke
Has trouble finding a difference between love and greed
And when I look at her I have trouble finding a difference between love and envy.
Jan 2013 · 635
Loss of inspiration
taylor roff Jan 2013
In the act of pushing words from
mind
To
paper
I've seemed to lose inspiration
I hide my words in
(Parenthesis)
I'll force the readers eyes to run with
italics
Scare them with the
boldness
Of my words
Hoping no one notices that (I have nothing to say)
The longest lingering lines
Made merely
To trick
People pleasantly
Into intelligent interactions
Jan 2013 · 485
Pass the ssap
taylor roff Jan 2013
sitting sideways
seeing small scenes
unfold to an unknown
group of
(face in hands-elbows on knees)
nobodies
there stomachs sickeningly jerking
in a simple rhythm
methods of subduing this
illness are unknown
still there is no point to let it
go to waste
Nov 2011 · 996
sheep
taylor roff Nov 2011
sheep sheep shop shoop
deep in
under
sheep
Nov 2011 · 987
gringle
taylor roff Nov 2011
dress up jane
in white salt
dress up jack
in pepper pepper
messed up jane
in locked guilt
messed up jack
in leather leather
here comes jane
fire and lightning
here comes jack
drunk and fighting
same old ending
blames both pending
take time transending
make time for mending
****** death for jane
complicated mess for jack
Nov 2011 · 744
5 seconds round two
taylor roff Nov 2011
sagish blistered eye *****
held up with the bones and cartalig of old humming bird wings
fashoned by older men in german car shells
there small arthritic fingers are portals to stomacs that feed on
eye lashes and toe nails
taylor roff Nov 2011
my ears are *****
my fingers are *******(   with the purist of intentions   )
there is a bus in the lane next to me
as i come closer and closer
i notice the amsterdamn read lights
and i think to myself
(i wonder how much that bus driver would charge me for a ****)
she looks old and faded
crusty crumbling eye lids
held up by small sticks
made from the bones of huming bird wings
fashoned together by tiny men
in the face of the man in the moon
Nov 2011 · 504
eyes
taylor roff Nov 2011
constant movement
even still
moving still
this earth is quaking
always
Nov 2011 · 3.4k
dinner
taylor roff Nov 2011
tranqualy tranwrecked truck drivers
swim spaciously though sober sanity
working the 5 to (.......)
crushing saltien crackers over
home away from homemade marries
tomato soup
Nov 2011 · 872
kesh
taylor roff Nov 2011
this split level sickness ***** spindles of sadness out
climbing clay walls
tasting tenderly treated Turkish candy
splashes of sound surround
and pounce quickly
on
small plated quills of sugar
spun so softly
that only a queen
could see its beauty
Nov 2011 · 707
sap nap
taylor roff Nov 2011
read this next bit backwards.
                                                            .health to fatal is backwards this reading
Nov 2011 · 927
skill
taylor roff Nov 2011
pressed upon the precipus of passing movements
my senses are blessed with slim and silent breaths
sounds scents and slightly over looked vibrations
flash there lights
and I, from places past there prime
except defeat with a bag of salt
(just in time for dinner)

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