Here's lookin at you, kidI sat down todaypen in hand, beautiful blank sheet of college-ruled paperwith every intention of writing a declaration of my lovea sonnet, a vow, a sappy, mushy, nauseatingly sweet little poemabout how I love you to bits and pieceshow I can't stop thinking about youhow I want to kiss your lipsand ruffle your hairand spend forever in your arms.Or about how I see stars in your eyeshear joy in your laughterand doodle my name with your last namelike a love sick school girl.But I realized that no words are good enoughno expression deep enoughno declaration clear enoughto explain the feeling I have when I hear your v
I stay here...MaybeEvery word that quietly slips out of me is cliché.Every finger that traces across my body causes smallsounds. Looking at you watching your fingers remindsme of hairspray sticking to follicles, or peanut butterthat insists on nesting in the ridges of your mouth.why do we insist on touching?The way you wake up like a bird heading south,lost but persistent.the same way that you shave and comb your hairmaking me wonder if you read your life from an idiots guide.You stay here because you love the way I cook.You stay because leaving reminds you of your mother.My toenails creep you out, but only when I paint themwith
White FemaleI own three lap dogs.Say Athena, stroke my head,quickly kiss me touches fumbling, beerperspirating, pushing Do Not Disturbsigns off hotel tables.I should have held it more tightlymy yellow picket sign screamingWhite FemaleGood FamilyHigher EducationProspects…HopefulInstead perched in glass windowswith mannequins wearing pantiestwo for a dollar clipped on my wristKissing for carsKissing for moneyKissing to get outI should have tattooed it on my foreheadWhite FemaleSuburban FatherDead MotherExperience…LackingInstead when we met I'd let youkiss my cheek and try to get inmy pants.I'd play with y
Addiction MalflictionNoticing the protruding ribcage bones out of her daughters torso wasn't quite enough.Not quite enough to realize the years of torture through self image and self mutilation;and sleeping screaming.In a tone quiet enough so no one could figure out what was being said.What was converting controversy that developed in her mind for future years.Not enough for others to reach a helping hand out and save her drowning self esteem.Not that she would want it for her "pride" was too strong.Drowning deep in the waters of the cold Atlantic-Somewhere far off of the east coast.Battling this raging war within and as fallen soldiers and enem
Moving ForwardHis voice;Play back.Inside of my head, a never ending recorded reel.That killed so many emotions, inside of my mother's heartthat bled...:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />His voice;Play back.All of the broken promises and lies of the broken generations.And my children that will never get the chance to meet their grandfather;Just as I didn't.His voice;Play back.A lonely walk down the isle on my fucking wedding day as tears are shed, not out of happiness, as they should be but out of anger and frustration that he won'tbe there.His voice;Play back.The home that I miss,taken a
Personal KnowledgeThe cigarette smoke danced like butterflies;as we slept intertwined like the most experienced contortionists.Mangling and molding out bodies together like twisting vines.Wrapped up in sheets of eight hundred thread count cotton.Skin and flesh blanketing our every move.The bond shared between organ and bone.And never ending fingertips along every contour the body takes shape.Veins of mass destruction;Limbs tied in knots.Rotting away desires and experience. We scream; Like monsters.Throwing away facades and bleeding away fantasies.Invincible are we, through crucifying the scarlet letters on eachother's back.Composin
A Mind Fuckplagiarize the images flashing onto the screen digitalize my life. and counterfeit my emotions. iconize the way my fingers stroke th the keys of this exhausted typewriter breath of whiskey;walls covered in years of cigarette smoke.reworking the contradiction of memorizing pie through numbers of mass quantity.three point one four one five nine ect.unbanded heights of new technology forging electronically through wires of thick rubber.developing process improvement by only talking through moriss code; ;until fingers bleed.a quiet smash as your forehead hits the wet concrete.and a final reconciliatio
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