Michele

engorged - the abortion series

someone left the cemetary gate openand your muddy soul blew outcarried with the windand dropped onto my chestas i sleptengorged with the milk of my pasti nursed you back to lifeand you began to tease ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 06:04:00 GMT

the germ rant

We need to add "dirt" back into our diets in order to be healthy.  We need to be less paranoid about everything  in order to be happy.  We need to get back family values and morals in o...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 06:03:00 GMT

the spirituality poem + bonus rant

so what if i'm a witchdo you have a better god to followmy head's no hollower than yoursit's what we endure that molds usinto the animals that we becomemy faith is numbyears of questionable godlinesss...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:56:00 GMT

cocktails - the lust poem

cocktails of lustdripfrom the corners of my nude lipsas i sip youdesperately wanting to swallow you wholeso that you can see me from the inside outmy soulpeeking out from the pit of my stomachwhere&nb...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:54:00 GMT

blue - (rare) love poem

her breathing laborsas her heart breaksinto jagged pieces of a puzzle unsolvedabsolved of her sinsby this pennance of painher mind is numbher soul enslavedto the memory of youthe blue memory...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:53:00 GMT

central park memoir

as we climbed the winding steps of belvedere's castlewe slipped into another dimensionwhere llamas smiled wide-eyed at uslapping up the feed from our palmsthe cold, stone walls weren't cold at allbut ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:38:00 GMT

the covered bridge

driveinto another dimensionwhere smiles sell for a buckand no-one gives a fuckwho you areor what you haveto offerequalitylivesthe doctorand the brick layerdo lunchand they connectthe dog and the catro...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:36:00 GMT

the vanity rant

models?  not that you asked, but here's what i think....(of course there are exceptions to this, but not many dammit)i think models are fake... i think they lack personality and depth.... i ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:28:00 GMT

thirteen steps - the o.c.d. poem (acrostic)

thirteen steps to the kitchen sink, i think i can make it in twelve, but i don't dare tryhot july air sneaks into windows beneath darkened shades, invading my peaceif i take an extra step, m...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:26:00 GMT

fried n(o)(o)dles - the first date poem

a romantic dinnerwhat a waste of time and moneywhen all he wants is to fucki played alongdippingthose freaky fried noodles in the duck sauce[what part of the duck does the sauce come from, i wond...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:23:00 GMT