"tinderella" poems
Tired of these fuck-girls.
Looking at me like meat.
If you've got lust in your eyes.
Then we best not meet.
If you've been taken for a ride.
We've probably sat on the same boat.
Maybe I just came off better.
But I don't intend to gloat.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
I'm too old for fairy tales
Don't entertain me
With myths and tall tales
Of a fair maiden that
Awaits a top a castle
In a land far far away
Chivalry is dead
And you killed it
With this catch and release,
Find a mate, toy with them,
And when bored cast them away,
cleanse your hands with bleach
And forget they exist
I should count my blessings
But this obsession with all
This shame and rejection
Got me playing memories
Like this on a loop
Previews of purgatory
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
I know this is pretty random but I'm glad we've cyberly crossed paths. I just want to make clear I ain't after all that mASS.
Please excuse my language but observe the linguistics as I flip this and twist it got your mind thinking, lifted enlightened.
Not to bring up your body again but if you're ever sore and need some rubbing I'm certified by Netflix to give massages (NO CHARGES).
Back to reality your energy so vibrant gravity doesn't exist don't be frightened. You still probably have no idea what I'm trying to say is through your eyes I've become mesmerized by your soul. The only intentions I have is to carefully unroll the scrolls you withhold for a heart of gold, whoa slow you roll Joe I'm thinking. My baddd I was trying to rhyme and that's the first that came to mind. I'm down for whatever no matter the weather. From sipping on wine and taking mouse bites of cheddar to grand theft auto vendettas while we **** on the remedies, will you befriend me?
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
On tip toes with hushed voices,
Drunk on novelty and cheap drinks
Into your bedroom,
decorated with intentional pretentious artifacts
“Pick me up, ask about me”
your stacks of books ache
“Compliment me”
your freshly laundered bedspread whispers
“You don’t even know me”
your obscure music posters boast
I do not answer them, I breathe in deep
Scented like evergreens and detergent
I’ll remember this more than anything,
The posters blank and books wordless in my memory
But the pine and soap lingers eternal
Kisses that taste like lemons and revelry
Breaths that sound like inhaling exultation
Soft, quiet movements choreographed
Like we aren’t strangers to each other,
Like our bones had been lying in wait,
Separated by time and space for eons,
Pulsing under our skin to meet again
And again and again and again
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 12:12 AM UTC