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6.3k · Mar 2013
Unfinished
taylor roff Mar 2013
I bite my nails
But I clip my toe nails
I've seen two men get hit by cars
Both by women drivers
I have a problem dreaming
I have never been late
but I rarely want to be on time
Cleanliness is a low priority
I've only kissed 7 women
I've been intimate with 3
I could have lost my only love
Being alone is the most fulfilling part of my day
I read a book by Edouard Levé called AUTOPORTRAIT. And I'm just trying to write like him for fun.
3.4k · Nov 2011
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
2.9k · Aug 2013
Tits
taylor roff Aug 2013
Red tinted windows and satin flow from imaginary holes in skin that show all impurities
Its ok to look
Lift eyes from your book
Money is greatly appreciated
But can be over looked
2.5k · Apr 2013
Pan fried
taylor roff Apr 2013
I don't remember
Things
Faces
Names
Numbers
Dates
Transcendental journeys
I do remember
Lies
Truths
Rhythms
Dreams
Meals
Body's
Unintended sarcastic remarks
2.4k · Mar 2013
Lust
taylor roff Mar 2013
...........
I have no words to describe the depth and vastness of lust. You try.
2.3k · May 2013
Pillow helmet
taylor roff May 2013
At night my arms become yours
Not so much in a physical way
More in a viral way
You force me to push my pillow over my head
Like a helmet
Preparing for battle
You know my dreams could **** me
We battle on threw miles of dream
Years go by
Life times are spent
Loving and hating
Whispering and screaming
Planing our escape
Then I awaken
Pull my helmet off
And realize that you are somewhere els
Dreaming too
It is a saddening thought
But a sobering one as well
As I regain full control of my arms
I think to myself
Did people sleep on there sides before pillows?
2.0k · Jul 2014
tantric
taylor roff Jul 2014
cut the ****
your getting old
its not time to quit
dont be what your told
the skills are there
im quit certin of that
lungs fill with air
You know it's not an act
filter fake failures from familiar fixations
1.8k · Mar 2014
Ticklish tigers
taylor roff Mar 2014
Ticklish
Tigers
Tread
Lightly threw a forest made from deflated goose down pillows
Spying on pray made from thrown away stuffed animals
Children's dreams create clouds that have there own setting suns
Spun tightly around cast aside lolly pop sticks
1.8k · Mar 2013
Haiku
taylor roff Mar 2013
One two three four five
One two three four five six seven
One two three for five




Capitalism
Industrialization
Incinerator
1.6k · Nov 2013
Slam poetry
taylor roff Nov 2013
Slam poetry makes me sick
Literature is the art of the unwashed masses for the simple fact that all you need to have to unlock the magic in a string of words was two eyes and the power to read
Then some selfish ******* decided that he needed more attention
So he created poetry that had to be listened to
And had to be spoken by the author to ensure all attention was pointed his way
Of course once the attention grabbing power of this cookie cutter poetry was revealed to every intellectually overcompensating , coffee drinking, moped riding, fashion statement making *******
Ever coffee shop, book store, street corner and city park was full of pointing fingers and raised voices and whispering
Stomping feet and any other gimmick to keep onlookers from noticing that everything they were hearing was recycled compost
Punctuation was flying everywhere
And the worst part is this brain killing monster ***** good free-thinking poets into its sinister grips
It is time for a revolution
A revolt
A Renaissance
Stop listening to slam poetry
Slap anyone who try's to make it
Tell strangers doing it to shut the **** up
Thank you
1.6k · Mar 2013
The man in 2B
taylor roff Mar 2013
I saw the man that lived in 2B a few times
At least that's what I tell anyone that asks about him
He was a well groomed man
Medium length black and grey hair
I use to imagin that he had a grey hair for every rusty nail he had pulled from his boot heel
Looked like he was in good shap at one time or another
I herd once that he could recall every drop of rain he'd ever herd
Didn't know any jokes
Had no real opinions on religion or politics
Mabey that's why he never came to the building picnics
Checked his mail everyday
He was waiting for something
I don't think it ever came
After some time had past
People stopped talking about him
I never saw him again
1.5k · Mar 2014
Submission
taylor roff Mar 2014
You are never around when I need you
And always around when I don't
The things that bring me peace
I know to you they won't
The taste I know you feel from my lips
Is shared from distant spaces
And all your struggles to grasp my attention
I can only see the traces
But please don't stray from your endeavor
For i am but a student in your class
With lifetimes of lessons in passion
And no need to learn to fast
1.3k · Jun 2013
Cheese sandie
taylor roff Jun 2013
Arguing with disenchanted fractions of lust
Conserved in tributaries of fickle vestibules
Tactical pin ****** tranquilly distribute the crux of all misunderstood and demoralized charlatans
The levee enveloped in a felt like fabric
Dense and coarse
It had a mnemonic quality
Crafting a picture of my childhood bedroom
Mother would be oh so proud
1.2k · Feb 2016
tilted
taylor roff Feb 2016
intimacy dwells not within words
but within darkness
hiding on the inside of your eyelids
passion dwells not within the past
but within the unreachable future
sliding just beyond your fingers
love dwells not within truth
but within lustful lies
ridding down
slow
silk
*******
1.2k · Mar 2014
Seeing is believing
taylor roff Mar 2014
I can see you
We can see you
Setting suns do distract delinquent dealings
But we see you
I see you
And if your lucky
Someone will remember you
Someone will remember the sins you committed
They will provide color to your story
And if your lucky
Someone will remember your failures
They will ad rigidity to your pages
But I see you
I know you
I know you've cried
I know you will cry
I know you are crying
And if you are lucky
Someone will save these tears
They will make the ink of your story
We see you
And if you are truly lucky
No one will listen to a single cognitive thought you have
And you will never be blamed for something
Asked to explain yourself
Thought of for advise that was followed and regretted
Daydreamed about
I see you
1.2k · Mar 2013
Reading dirty poems
taylor roff Mar 2013
I like to read ***** poems
In a clean pair of slacks
Dead sober
On my hands and knees

I like to read ***** poems
In brail
Fingers like travelers
Searching for mounds of filth

I like to read ***** poems
In church
Battling old women
In there Sunday war garments

But most of all
I love reading ***** poems naked
With hands  raised high
Screaming loudly
In hopes that some filth rubs off on my life
1.1k · Mar 2014
Race
taylor roff Mar 2014
Pragmatic incantations
Of incandescent situations
Slide
          Softly
                     Soundless
Changing tributaries
of rearranging  
                         (Grin stricken
                  Hands poised to choke
                 Plans to spread the yoke
                    There flaming arms
    Your deepest thoughts they will invoke)
                              Faces
Poised to take the fibers of your being
Tie them up with a festive greeting
And hang you high to watch the bleeding
1.1k · May 2014
Optional
taylor roff May 2014
See evil
Hear evil
Speak evil
Aggressive regression brings me suspenseful intentions of regrettable perplexion
Tense houses with tin roofs
Fill soundless with an itchy noose
taylor roff Jan 2014
sounds slide slowly
past palaces pitted
against aggressive
kings
          constantly
killing
           cowardly
farmers franticly falling
towards towers
of
endless eroding
pillars piled
with intentions of a sinister nature
built only to lead fools to die in a room with no light
993 · Mar 2014
ABC
taylor roff Mar 2014
ABC
Alphabetically articulated habitats
For unsophisticated acrobats
Tilt sideways to the beat of the drum
Stuck in a fine daze at the bottom of a bottle of ***
Fast crying circus barkers warn of long winded fortunes
As slant eyed on lookers BOO and gnash there teeth
"Gentle men, Gentle men", the filthy little man cries
"Let me dine with your daughters for just one night
And I promise you eternal fortune"
993 · Nov 2011
sheep
taylor roff Nov 2011
sheep sheep shop shoop
deep in
under
sheep
990 · Dec 2014
9:44
taylor roff Dec 2014
I've been stuck in 9:44 A.M. for thirty minutes
Surrounded by digital clocks
The soft embrace of analog hands escapes me
985 · Nov 2011
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
956 · Aug 2013
Out side a bar at 6:41 PM
taylor roff Aug 2013
Woman with run in her stockings
Man in straw hat
Too many dogs
Homeless woman crosses street three times
Cigarets get smaller
Beers seem to be endless
Doll dropped by child is not recovered
Over dressed
Under social pressure
Man asks me to return his girlfriends tampons
Aggressively decline
7:32 drunk
956 · Mar 2013
Filter
taylor roff Mar 2013
Rapid eye movements
Tantric thigh twitches
A badly lit room
Surrounded by four walls
Clocks on walls and floor.
                   The hands on the clock retain there form
But play a part more reminiscent of legs
Long and slender
Woman's legs I would imagine
Dripping wet
Smooth to the touch
Still dangerous
953 · Mar 2013
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.
925 · Nov 2011
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)
916 · Mar 2013
Push
taylor roff Mar 2013
You are a dream
Not even a dream
You are a dream before a dream
A subsection of a line of thought to put me to   sleep
And some nights you aren't even there
Which means you can't be real
But as lines fall in a quickening pace
Hands begin to form
Hands and thighs
Legs
*******
Hair
I see you
I've seen you
Or maybe you are just a fail safe
Thought
A way for my mind to sober up when life gets to easy
867 · Nov 2011
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
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
832 · Jul 2014
Tea time
taylor roff Jul 2014
Aggressively inverse algorithms
Unpleasantly traverse towns  
within them
(Sideways symbology stains soulless surroundings)
An uninheritable playground
Dangles in sustaining silence
Passable problems pretending that perhaps a passer by plans on picking the winner
816 · Mar 2014
Ash
taylor roff Mar 2014
Ash
As traces of methane gasses are exposed in places the earth has chosen to reveal in manners that are hazardous
My scars are revealed in a way that has less passion than two lovers fighting for a last glimpse of each other as time passes
Fragments of ashes fall faster as massive blasts create matter in dances that hold the fragrance of eminent disaster
787 · Nov 2014
Humpty
taylor roff Nov 2014
All the Kings horses and all the Kings men
Stood and looked at humptys body
And thought of there wife's and children

They tryed to fix his porcelain colored skin
Butchers and cobblers came from far away lands
With faint cinnamon smells following past silky tanned skin

His bulbous body was kept in a small locked room
From time to time the king would visit the oddly shaped man
Thinking that he had herd him breathing in his sleep

Years later the king lost his mind
Some think it was because of the egg shaped man
No one ever came for him
762 · Jan 2014
Silt
taylor roff Jan 2014
le fantôme d'un rêve, est ce ce qu'elle était à lui. un nuage très dense rempli de toucher scandaleusement mal interprété des mains fines
751 · Aug 2013
Untitled
taylor roff Aug 2013
Silence is dangerous
Imagination is fear driven
Waiting is second to anxiety
I hate you
740 · Nov 2011
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
733 · May 2014
Nice happy
taylor roff May 2014
Deceitful dealings bring
discreetly fearfully beings
from under
crumbling ceiling
To intellectual meetings

Tightly griping your thighs
Afraid of falling
Trained to stray from crawling
Unable to commit to staling
713 · Mar 2013
In some nea
taylor roff Mar 2013
Sleeplessness
Grooving
A seemingly
Free drug
Slow mition
Moving slower
Distorted moths
Spew unrecognizabl
Babel
Babel
Spew unrecognizabl
Distorted moths
Moving slower
Slow motion
Free drug
A seemingly
Grooving
Sleeplessness
705 · Nov 2011
sap nap
taylor roff Nov 2011
read this next bit backwards.
                                                            .health to fatal is backwards this reading
698 · Apr 2013
Silver bullet
taylor roff Apr 2013
Coffee stains on my thumb
Nicotine stains on my ring finger
Tied down to an
                            Endless
                                    Fear driven
Cycle of
              Lips
              Lungs
              Exhale
The griping madness of losing taste and smell has
               Passed
But my sight seems to have improved
As I scour over every mole on my body
             I think of my parents
              Lips
               Lungs
                Exhale
691 · Sep 2013
Just an idea
taylor roff Sep 2013
Stiff tasting lopsided residual panic attacks
Violate coarsely woven wool safety blankets
The tingling sensation of being alive filters through but does not touch The tops of smoke-filled trenches Built not for protection but for inspection
681 · Nov 2014
Get out
taylor roff Nov 2014
Black
Smooth
Held together with a strand of pearls
Unimportant whispering is common place
Practices laughing
Will touch your hand at the end of a conversation to show she is listening
Running for pleasure on a sunless day
Stuck in
Pulled out
675 · Mar 2013
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
671 · Jul 2013
Sin
taylor roff Jul 2013
Sin
One day you will learn not to dream at all
In two days the bliss of stupidity will wrap you in blankets fresh out of the dryer
The third day will bring hunger
Brief hunger
For things just out of reach
You won't make it to a week
655 · May 2013
Untitled
taylor roff May 2013
She always runs
While lovers walk
Hearing the all to frequent clicks of the
O…
       P…
             E…
                   N…
Standing high on heels to catch a glimps over the                  
                                  *******
­Most people wouldn't notice the comings and goings of drunks
631 · Jan 2013
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
628 · Mar 2013
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
626 · Mar 2014
Timid
taylor roff Mar 2014
I have a feeling that someone is watching me
An almost effervescent watchfulness
Clumsy at times but quick to disappear
Not quit self aware
Like looking at yourself in the mirror
Is your reflection there when your not looking?
626 · Apr 2013
Tired
taylor roff Apr 2013
Do you ever tire of the endless days of stress less path ways that only lead to in·cred·u·lous stays at a perfect place
Your body is cold and brittle with beauty
A seemingly confident struggle to blossom
Faded gold is still gold
Jaded only by dust
Weighted down by lust
Created in sound that must
Parade around and rust
Your future seems bright
But don't be too sure
A lesser present is not yet out of sight
taylor roff Mar 2013
My mother was everything beautiful
                        Raising in the morning
                        Setting in the evening
                      Changing with the seasons
My father was the knowledge of the universe
                       No sugar coating
                         Bitter and unwilling to
                          Compromise
They told me I was given a gift
A gift that made the whole world turn
My mother described it as a wonderful transition
Returning all you are back to the earth to be reborn                
                                    a new
My father described it as a horribly dark thing that needed to happen in order to sustain life
I liked my mothers version better
When I was put upon the earth to share my gift
I was alone
No living thing would give quarter to DEATH
I had trouble seeing my gift as good
I felt cursed
Spit on
Yelled at
Looked upon as ugly
But time has past and I still have my gift
I've come to accept the fact that I am not liked
My parents told me I had a gift when I was born
What they didn't know was that my gift was not one of death but one of everything beautiful in the world and all the knowledge of the universe
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