I slip the straps and release the clasp of your over-the-shoulder boulder holder. Gravity asserts itself, and you sigh as I wonder if I should get even bolder
The jaws of love masquerade as petals of a flower
Did you know I'll get a ******* if I visit your front garden
Just say if you want me to stop. We are, after all, in the middle of a shop. I was attracted when I saw you smile. As we passed in the frozen food aisle. Now people are staring though the window. Shocked at my nonchalant innuendo. And if your purse metaphor extends to this. We can go to the Bank for a little kiss
I may not be able to afford nine feather mattresses and a golden pea. But if you could make do with a lilo and a marble then … You've pulled Princess.
Sunday sermons are spilling on the inner city streets through the green heaps and brown bags through the downtown whisperers and sage solitude souls
Army bands prepare for march (their trench members filling packs with canister and cane) the high command and tricked militia head pinned quick on the look for splinter, lorry and skuttle
Traffic patterns change at the COP connect camouflage bearers break formal stride battle men slip between colorful floats unsuspecting slumlords (vein pricked and weary) grin in their second suite dying rooms
Twitching men and rubbernecks sit discreetly on the corner wall JJ and the chief revere a 21 gun salute holy rollers raise cheer (in a moment of silence) chess men hold steady with ivory cues
Flames belt from the distant foundry streets come alive with crackle and dust members of the attic group glance down from their perch an elderly man in a straight jacket (happy in the now) sits solemnly with a cold reflective stare
It’s not far from the steely mud holes from the flying fragments and sharp broken dreams from the arsenal digs and madmen (who quietly turned the *****) the ivy trellis and flowing white gown are a nocturne fit for this elevated rolling highland
I find it strange that when I look into your eyes I'm not met with an endless starry sky The world around me doesn't freeze or turn monochrome around everyone but you I don't see an endless sea or visions of a setting sun, no matter my determination So how do I know it is love if it isn't as the words I've heard all my life describe?
Yet my heart still drops when you walk into the room, even when your focus is a place far off People say it's like a flutter but this is far too heavy to use such a light word to describe such a feeling It's painful, but I know it isn't something ominous or bad because it feels right How do I know it is love if none if my words describe it right as they should?
I get it every time our eyes meet or you tilt your head and smile with your head in the clouds I get it when you laugh to yourself or say something hardly above a whisper When you focus so hard you ***** up and let out that silly sigh of aggravation and I feel such deep affection Yet is it alright for me to say what I feel is love when I can't even tell myself what love is?
I don't think your eyes need starry skies or my stomach needs a million butterflies Your smile doesn't need to illuminate the room and my thoughts for you don't need an anchor Your love shouldn't have an expectation and my words don't need to have a proper diction
Perhaps I'll see it in your heart or feel it in your touch one day if you feel the same Regardless what the world has sold me with their modern day poetry I promise you that no matter how hopeless I become I will find out for myself What it means to love you wholly even if I have to find out from loving at a distance
I don't understand why I write so many poems about love when I am not even in love. It is so frustrating to have words without a muse and a muse without words.
velcro wallet was navy, i think gray plastic zipper grandma gave you i had a locket it had your picture inside but you threw it away because you looked like a rabbit apparently hair fluffed, eyes puffy two teeth and two hours of squirming on a photo booth
plastic coin pouch small crayola blue walmart sticker on a side but it never made me smile not like that piggy bank did yard sale treasure dinosaur-shaped no smashing to withdrawl our tooth fairy dollars and dust still, you crammed stink bugs down the long neck's back
now, a denim bag on my bed rhinestoned one in the closet and your wallet is real leather, i think has superheroes on it rough and grungy as the comic books in the attic or, did you toss those too?
who needs a screwdriver without a *****? that's all money was just hardware we didn't have much use for but there is more than one way to use a tool so here, i'll paint it straighter who needs a coffin without a corpse? especially when we were so full of life back then
I snapped my shoudler back and apart my girlfriend's a schizophrenic and I'm shy to sandcastles The crank lost it's last ***** a one person axe yard because he's married to smokes though the cutest couple goes to Columbia and Magenta as Batman's into bandanas so put one on the handle though a wrist will be as good as plenty as the campfire fades away with gentlemen of sorts
Amid the verbose magicians Seeking kinships And sailing deep into their arduous mists Watching them peddle their afternoon To a handful of smiling children holding their breath Amazed in gentle body trick
The older men of age Leaning deep into their creased chins Stroking the grizzled fat Blinding light of soul Staring down the barrel of life Striking the enemy one last time And yet smiling sober, Met of match, taking care of their kids.
Then there's the cold-clocked dudes On the phone pushing buttons In a button-up raglan Lost indistinct the promised land The golden shores swept away by inconvenient time Left shopping in an auto mall "Won't you look at the time?" 7.07 APR Boy what a steal! And Steve maddened and screamed As the lines blurred instinctual between opposing teams And the oven dinged a great alabaster slant Leaning towards the new millenitants
Rise up! ***** the wheel Turn the axel from pistons To alkaline metal And doubt with great monumental Quality That the machine borders all And we cannot retreat
And while I sift bouyantly between the waves Searching the puzzle piece within the molecules Reconnecting with the things And representing dreams on a 66 hertz screen I call rather failing Towards a black rocked shore Towards the sweet Dorigen Of my dreams Finding an integral of time And space
And calculating the intangible ***** Of my desmise With the imaginary constiutent Of that lighted mind.
scarlet haught queen of mirth dog **** drooling jewelry red splits pulled by a chariot of six hundred million house cats dissembling for freaky insertions of scarlet bud flowers uterine tube
breath of spit while ballet toes kiss fingers and tongues glazing thickly tides sweat bamming greased ****
Christ ***** "once upon a never more" bi-sexed up **** twitch glistening holes drizzle fish in red tents overturned for fabulous ******* and angelic *****'s flirty dance the come **** me
her throat a never ending squealed gullet sublime Madonna of Oor bare thighed and pulpy spread scissor strokes and stride wagging tongue for rosy oleo sticks and **** pastry rectums pulled tight in lop sided temples of split flesh
another ambulance to the emergency **** ward in a dreamland of leggy nurses
sacred fig of Freyja Goddess to **** toys and pretty pretty who go that way hocus opus poke and stir freckle face **** mouth a lapping menagerie
i gird my ***** and follow her into a cologned room; of dark rim box butter ***** yelping for a slow grind in a belly of clams
red and velvet pageant she nests in the heart a midwife disturbia to pregnant lust being pushed down and worked up till loosened in thick **** and black whip afterbirth like flowers of curves and blood
her banquet; a platter of wet orifice trilling vibratos ****** and anxious kisses crawling through her mouth like fallen angels flying dire sister of knock out ******* pleading goth nuns for lesbian heated Satan loving veiled Christian crotch and a thousand delicious gaped ******* **** poundings and mouth ***** **** plunge
crucifix of wrack and ***** ****** and beaten senseless instructions from the book of night of **** and spite written by Abrahams primitive nations arms of the cross she is nailed to sweet ***** waifs beaten dead in a tillage of brokenness
mans club shore of incinerated witches and tortured justice shut up when your talkin to me clan of honor duo troupe almanac of hell
Dear gorgeous Dear love Dear liar Dear ***** Dear **** You ******* liar You let my heart break After four pointless months Pointless because you stopped giving a **** Long before it ended. So ****, thought i could have loved you Guess not, so its time to move on Although it hurts pretty bad I know you must not be right I may be beyond ******* sad But most goodbyes are. So i guess ill just say **** it Im used to being alone anyways It just hurts that you'd ******* stay for the one thing i hate most Pity. So ***** you Go ***** off Im done with people I can't take this **** much longer Believe me Im dying inside but I'll laugh on the outside Burying the tears under forced smiles and glazed eyes I can't believe it still.. That it's all over... That you were just like the rest.. Although you said you'd be different. I ******* laid myself open to you raw All you did was use those things as an excuse to stay around when you knew you didn't want to. When i told you, I was surprised that you stayed And you asked what people I've been around before Apparently ones like you. Just took you a little longer to get the picture.
Pretty much just a rant. People may say im stupid for maybe loving a girl after such a short time but it wasnt love yet, it was getting there. But she's just like the rest and now im broken again. Guess im used to it by now. But when I asked her why she didnt end it earlier, she said cause she was worried about me. Pity. I hate being pitied. So it was 1000 times worse because of that.
I do not feel this way anymore. This was a rant the night of a break up and I was not thinking, only feeling enraged.
Do you ever feel like forgetting everyone? Just throwing every friend away like it's nothing? Often it seems as though I'm nothing to them So why not be just that? ***** being a nice person ***** everyone taking you for granted And just do what's best for yourself for once. Why should i feel like this? I guess once i can't do anything for someone anymore It seems the time to move on and let them forget. I feel as though i am nothing And it seems they feel the same So why stick around.
It's funny to think that you don't know About the way I really feel Maybe I'd even tell you If I was given the chance to for real You don't know how often I contemplate to end it and say ***** fate But I also saved that text when you called me sweet That night I asked you on our very first date. There's so many thoughts in my head And you're not around to talk through anything So I'm left alone to drive myself mad And possibly ruin everything. But what's there left to do now When I'm the only one left fighting? I want you, no, I need you to see what I feel Because my heart can't endure this beating.
Hmmm, what to do? My day's half done... Let's educate! With Ritalin! Oh Glory Me! Not vita-mines!! We can't have that you filthy swine. Can't you just work on drooling fine? Now, back to work... No time to waste... My kickbacks must be earned posthaste!
Survivors? Schmeguyvors! It’s time for lunch! I'll have some brain! Served with sides of *** and pain! Again, again, again, AGAIN!! You're drooling from your ears again... I thought you said that you were sane. Quick! Swallow this — I’ve kids to *****! Did I say that? IT ISN'T TRUE!
I love to ****! O what a day! In fact, I'm GOD, I'm proud to say.
I'm-hearing-what-you're-telling-me Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah... You say some words? Listen! They don't even rhyme! So just make sure you're dead on time. Take these... What? Did I say DEAD? (That Prozac's gone straight to your head.) Of course I did! Cuz DEATH’s such fun! THE ONLY CURE FOR EVERYONE!