At three I sit At three I sit here. At three I lay here At two-fifty nine. Past time Last time One blind rhyme after another lover Of some triumphant discover-y And it lays flaccid Plagued with agony Only winded by the silence After each breath is taken One step forward is forgotten Paralyzed by hope. ...
I've got to flip back between myself and who I want to be This silver ribbon that's bound to my waist is like a waste of time That silver lining- While things are going best I always fall short Handed of the thing I want the most. A sliver of light that beams through...
If I told you there was something about you. Something that I liked and not just anything. What would your response be? Sure. It could be something like "I like your voice," Or "I think you're charming," Or even "I like your stride." But it's something more than that. You probably won't read this anytime soon, But You give...
Your daggered tongue licks the pussies Of a thousand maidens As you batter your lips and cake on a flowery substance they fall for you. They spread eagle and open mouths wide for you. So busy and patient and eloquent isn't he? His soft and intricate tongue grazes the cunts of an...
Look at you With your gorgeous eyes. With that curl that dangles in your face when you're under pressure Or tired. You're tired. And exhausted. Your lids are heavy with fatigue. Come. Lay with me for a while. Lay your heavy head across my bosom. Reenact a moment as a child. As you connect my...
I'm a drive by murder scene with a view from the kitchen window. Split screen from underneath and down below. We all float down here, up there? Where? In the clouds? Where planes fly? Sorry, baby, I'm not religious. Rocketships go sky high but haven't found HIM yet. #justsayin' Got me on your Instagram, Not Twitter -...
"Everybody's a poet," Fuck you! I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for this talent. For this overflow of words that keep coming and running and gunning down my mind and grinding and orgasming and screaming and crying. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to be alone in this world. I didn't...
For the principle of love I sacrifice myself. For this simplicity of love I make a jab at myself. Just a girl with a lot of affection to move about Never know what might come out Of my heart, my mind, my soul. Not looking for a Puddin' or Romeo Not a Don...
All of you. You know who you are. Those who could be around but can't or chose not to be. Those of you who regret it. Those of you who are better off or believe you are. Those of you who are trucking on. I started writing a poem about you...
He's not real, but I'm thinking about him. Someone got me writing again, Helped me return to this passion pit of fire even if it was for a short time. A place that I once dredged myself out of on my hands and knees. Tricky little habits were calling...