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Mar 2014 asf

Mike Hauser

There's no more need to talk now
In today's digital age
Where all the friends I really need
Are on my Facebook page

Three hundred some odd plus
Are with me day and night
They're all as close as they need be
With one push of my button "Like"

These digital days permit me to say
Will be the ruin of this age
If I knew how better to type
I'd have so much more to say

You've started posting all these pictures
From someone else's site
So I'm not sure if it's you anymore
Or them I really I like

Is this how we all now feel
Can we even feel now anymore
What I feel like most of the time
Is being locked behind closed doors

This digital age is all the rage
That's driving me insane
Trying to get to the nearest exit
But no one will let me over to change lanes

Then there's the text and text and text and text
Until we're all text out
And after all that texting
Do we know what we've texted about

If we ever sat down with someone
Across from them face to face
Would we stare at each other blankly
With no earthly idea of what to say

With this digital craze, it's getting late
We've wandered too far inside this maze
I'm afraid if we don't get out soon
*There will be no chance for escape

Mar 2014 asf

To Be A "Lady"

Mar 2014 asf

Wednesday

To Be A "Lady"

I am not pink lace and bony knees
I am not please and thank you
I am now and because I said so

I am ripped jeans and skinned knees
I am not a thin wafer
I am a loud tongue

my body has never once been a temple
I am a volcano erupting at random intervals
I burn everything I touch

some are born with a silver spoon in their mouth
I was born with a hunger
for something I have yet to taste

I have never been meek
A proper lady
A lamb

I am harsh worded
I speak like a grater
I leave bruises and burns

I am a sinkhole
And if you're not careful
I will swallow you up

Mar 2014 asf

XY

Mar 2014 asf

Elisa sanlatte

XY

See, I don't like to call him ex
I like to call him y
As in why the **** did you leave me?
And I know I sound so weak admitting
That you took a part of me when you left

A laugh
A buz buz of a honey bee
A bitten lip
A moan
A delighted gasp

All stolen away in your little black bag of secrets

I want it all back
Return that ****, dude.
It wasn't yours to take

And also
Some truth...

You were really never mine to keep
You don't belong to anyone
(Though you do claim you are a spawn of Satan)
But I thought you were an angel
A dark, mysterious, mischievous little angel
Who ****** me over
And y'know ****** me over
And also causes me to get into a fetal position
Whenever My Heart Will Go On plays on my shuffle

Love is when I loved you

Did you ever love me?
Or nah?
You told me you did
Did
*DID

"I'll always love you."
"It's not you, it's me."

Reasons or excuses
Or psychological disturbances
Or maybe I was just too ******* in love with you

Either way, I still wonder

And when you breeze into a room
I want to hate you
Because I'm so tired of the tears collecting
At the rim of my tired dark eyes

You little ****

Ex boyfriend thoughts.

Mar 2014 asf

Sex In A Black Hole

Mar 2014 asf

Wednesday

*** In A Black Hole

They say time stops in a black hole
but who is they and what do “they” really know

What I’ve learned here on earth is time stops when I am with you

in sheets or
the back of a car or
a living room or
darkness

Warm flesh melting
we are dripping
ticking

The way you tilt your head back with parted lips
and let something loose from the core of your stomach

and the way your eyelids flutter and roll
like you are a wave I am riding out perfectly

The way you tangle your fingers into my hair
and hold my hips in the palm of your hand like
this is it

writhing and uncomplicated

people speak of passion

I speak of lust and
want and
this is it

The way you bite into my neck like
you wish you could draw blood
but instead you bring marks to the surface that stay for days
leaving me with a scarlet harlot letter

and the weight of your hand on the back of my head
pushing you further into me
until my nose rests on your skin
and I can feel the tight tendons in your leg and
this is

it

Mar 2014 asf

Why Poetry?

Mar 2014 asf

Mike Hauser

Why Poetry?

When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say

Mar 2014 asf

What

Mar 2014 asf

Elisa sanlatte

What

What's keeping me tied to my bed?
An ache in every bone?
A weight on my chest?
Is it self inflicted?
Does it just hurt too much?
What's motivation?
I can't even pick up the phone
What's a conversation?
Is this all make believe?
The good moments, I mean
A chuckle
A hug
A delighted gasp
Even joy hurts
Get your touch away from me
You know what it does
Why do I still crave you like a ******* drug?
Are you keeping me tied to my bed?
though I wish you were
One look
One word
It's all over
Next comes the days of self pity
And the "I miss you"
And the "I want you"
And the "I want you"
And the "I hate you"
And the "but I still love you"
You don't know the half of it
Or do you?
Or don't you?
I'm really not sure
But I'm sure that I'm pretty ******* sad today
I think I'll stay in bed

Feb 2014 asf

Reminiscential Moments

Feb 2014 asf

euphony

Reminiscential Moments

Anamnesis*, acting as the neuroimaging in excessive dreamscapes, waves over the inner thoughts that constantly circumambient my mind.

When recollection occurs, it ideally captures endless flashback pictures like a camera's flash, as the infinitesimal moments spent lovably with you count on a perfect day like this particular one.

you completely mesmerize my recollective memories as i spent those sensual moments with you; to adore you as you adore me.

infinite physical kisses & cherry blossoms

Feb 2014 asf

The Unholy Sorts of Angels

Feb 2014 asf

Papa Ghost

The Unholy Sorts of Angels

Angelic demons
Loaded with hives
Of violence and blood
A rash of tribes
Infected
Dissected
Inflected with sin
Built to lose
Broken to win
God is with us
In the end
To the darkness
We descend
This job is not ours
We did it for hours
Brick by brick
We built a wall
And then the third took a fall

We were on the rack
Never going back
On the rack
Never going back
Exit hell
Don't pass go
Paid in blood
Real slow

We saw red
Thousands dead
Needed a sacrifice
Something to gain
So they wouldn't be in pain
We fought in vain
Nothing but vanity
Murderous sanity
Forgive me father
For diminishing this sanctity
That you helped create
They pricked our lips
I poisoned the state
This fear means they won
Every victory
They gain unamerican sone

They are on the rack
We are back
On the rack
We are back
Back to hell
Where the blood swells
With good intentions
And no dissension

Security not guaranteed
If we are freed
We have no hope no will
Just buckets of pain and swill
Don't fight for the right
Fight for the pain
Fight for the fallen and the slain
Send them in pieces to their maker
Until you to are a husk
A baker
Of suffering and pain
Of bodies lain
Down in the name of hate
Our appetites will not sate
We will not satisfy
Until that desert is spread
Over the whole globe
We will only testify
Of the strobe
Of ashes and ashes
Dust to dust
These beliefs we once held
Sharpened with rust

Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down

What do you get when you mix Supernatural, heavy mithril and punk political attitudes?

Feb 2014 asf

Streetlight Sex

Feb 2014 asf

Wednesday

Streetlight ***

You would tell me you loved me only when I was on you
We had *** in the street once at 2 am
Warm asphalt under our skin

You would moan that you loved me as you came inside me
I wonder if you noticed I never told you I loved you
unless we were fully clothed

The first time I told you I loved you
we were eating homemade peach ice cream
and you were wearing your favorite red jacket
and we were talking about the planets at 8 pm by a hidden pond

The first time you told me you loved me
you were wearing crumpled plaid boxers around your feet
and we were writhing in the back seat of your tinted jeep at the park

The last time you told me you loved me
we were in my bed at 3 am running from the police
and you were in my mouth trying to create a victory that involved
me swallowing

And its funny that way

I was always swallowing bits and pieces of you
and even now I seem to be constantly on the verge of regurgitating memories and moments I thought had long since been forgotten

They say if you love someone, let them go

I let you fly like a paper airplane across a classroom
and you haven’t returned yet