"ecks" poems
Ecks oh ecks oh
gentle
quiet
embrace
"Whad'd ya think'n 'baught?"
Nothing.
Just kidding.
Something.
Just kidding.
i mean
you're here.
so it's okay.
okay.
And as bold as bold may be,
I still question manhood,
question certainty,
integrity,
bravado.
My feet are warm.
I have socks on.
So don't worry.
Sorry.
Don't apologize.
"you'll know when you Need to"
"I'll cue It."
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 12:20 PM UTC
i'm not your lover or your friend.
i'm your crutch: your time machine
to tenth grade and dragons but
no dungeons, they didn't let the girls play
i knew our skins would absorb one another
and i never touched in fear for colors
dashed and blinding, killed.
i want to die an icecube, still
have you ever had a young love grow old?
your words are archaic and covered in mold
there's a hint of affection, still
i'm afraid that this time i'll ****
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC