drunk love for the readers? (sorry if it sucks) |
Passing traps as if its out of fashion,
laughing fists as wishes drift. Crashing,
right through solotude, drop the you,
that once passed through, and threw me,
for a loop, youve been freed b...
Posted by andrew on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 01:02:00 PST |
Its NOT destiny just because you think you know |
Repercussion comes after every warning,
After the night, comes many mournings.
I was awoke by the kiss of a sexy stranger,
Possessing wagers of recessent favors.
Flagrant hooks with strings hold...
Posted by andrew on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 04:57:00 PST |
The balloon that came with a hole |
Let down,
softly, like a wounded man pillow.
She is such a friend,
the other uses me: like a damn dildo.
So soft,
I feel like a balloon& a lung:
filled with hot air, to be released at once.
So kind,...
Posted by andrew on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 09:24:00 PST |
A potential second failure at confession |
Weightless, 2
Dropping so careless, 5
Concerned for the landing, 6 but not there yet. 4
Unsure, 2
Messages and calls, 5
Many times feeling like, 6 I'm left to fall. 4
Believe, 2
In...
Posted by andrew on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 08:41:00 PST |
being with you through someone else. |
An experience of paramount pleasure,
Hours of binging upon that which is just& too good.
Many lives were spent searching for just such love,
The kind that pulls and tugs, licks and rubs,
your spirit ...
Posted by andrew on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 02:09:00 PST |
untitled- (suggestions?)- this poem is really wierd |
My *inaptitude for your *divulgence,
Reads only as an unguarded emotion,
On the street with a hopeful 'free' sign,
Designs *dichotomy,
Resigns inferior.
Three times the pressure,
Half the mi...
Posted by andrew on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 09:59:00 PST |
What Ive learned |
Through the life I've led so far,
In this dice and card game existence,
I've learned many hard lessons.
One of which has left a painful impression:
Love is not a simple possession,
It sometimes spins...
Posted by andrew on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 01:49:00 PST |
brief moments of escape |
I spent a day basking in the *inimitable sun,
and floating in the water being *consummated...
by natures kiss of *pulchritude, *effectuating
my only desire which cannot now be fulfilled.
&nb...
Posted by andrew on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 07:42:00 PST |
Bitter loss, sweet redemption. |
You’re the gap of missing front teeth,
on a once descent, middle class American,
Causing his speech to slur, and spit to FLY&
Leaving his disdain for you on shoulders,
And faces of anyone...
Posted by andrew on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 12:37:00 PST |
emptiness filling emptiness |
The blank walls at my new house,
Make me think of our first place,
Before things soured and real went fake.
Holding me down. Like a paperweight,
allowing only the paper’s edges to fly,
in the ra...
Posted by andrew on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 09:52:00 PST |
