i held it  delicately in my naive unworn hands, why did you rip it from me? why did you insist on making my gift, yours? it wasn't supposed to be under you're belt it was never meant to be one of your badges. from the day you said i had nice eyes, i knew i didn't want to give it to you. but i was naive, i wanted fun. i should have asked you what colour they were before i got into your car- my eyes i mean. i bet you would have said brown, well they're hazel thats what everybody whose ever like me has said, and if i had asked that very moment i wouldn't have gotten into your car, i wouldn't  have cried myself to sleep that night, or the 100 that followed. i should have known i was worth more than you ever gave me credit for.
2 years later your name still makes me want to *****. i don't hate you, i would have had to love you first and i never did.

I lay the paper on my tongue
and let the ink sink
into taste buds
so that I can recall
the poems when the need is dear
and the light is gone.

the downy gray heavens
looks down upon the uncouth earth
waiting for black speckled pepper birds
to take flight in which is spellbound
to cuddle, nestle, nuzzle
près de la lune de fromage

Family road trip
Live rooster in the freezer
Surreal funeral.

Cold, tilted
Despite the blood and the parchment
And the warm, dry tint
His eyes are closed,
He’s sleeping?

A warning, a memorial
A testimony
A revolution’s star,
Supernovates.

I do not know what his secrets are
I always wonder at funerals
My money’s on a hidden love
For Charlotte Corday
People tend to love their murderers

Goth Glam was a 2010 daydream.

I’ve detached myself
So far
From everything
That
When I got there
I realized,
I was staring at the very
edge of nothing
In the
Darkest parts of
Outer-mental space.
Space
Is
Cold&Empty;
So I am.
Here’s to finding
Light in darkness.
Until then,
I’ll be
Swimming in the slimming,
Black Sea.

Being triumphant
Is about facing your fears
Facing yourself
Facing where you have been
Facing others
Facing your inner demons
That try and shake you
Getting past the lies
Illusions
The troubles
The pollution that the world can throw at you
Transcending yourself
Becoming a better you
Giving back with love
Learning to love yourself
Learning how to love others
Being open enough to accept life for what it is
Being open enough to accept every other life as well
As being part of the grand scheme
Being at peace with yourself
Being at peace with where you are
Being at peace in your spirit
Truly knowing who you are
Rising up until you shine triumphantly
For everyone else to see.

Snails leave their shells
when their bodies have
out grown them.
People leave their shells behind too.
When the soul
outgrows the
body.

People are like snails,
slimy and gross
on
the
outside.
Hopefully we're better on the inside.