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PHJF (is a little beastie)

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About Me

The first time she met the devil was at first avenue
Went back stage with him into the dressing room
Sexy ego trip
Taller than expected
About six foot three
Seemed to thrive on his misery
Critical observant big words
Sweaty hair sunken eyes and thick nerves
She said ill make him smile for the simple fact that he needs it
I'll make him smile just so I can kill it and eat it
You look like you were built for me
You talk like you want to steal my drink
You kiss like you already came
And that's a lift to pull a line for those without any game
It's like damn baby
You know you can't save me
But you should still tell your people that your leaving with the band
Maybe you can show me your hustle
Neither one of us would be so lonely
If only you would come over here and hold me
I caught you trying to hide your smile behind your glass
But all of your secrets become a swing set when you laugh
And all of your regrets that you're carrying or burying
Don't mean a damn thing if there's nobody to share them with
We've been following each other all night now
We ought to be all over each other like right now
I don't like crowds lets take flight now
Cause that face that you make
Reminds me of my life now
Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

maynard james keenan. what a silly bitch.

I'm tired of random spambots sending me adds, so if you want to add me as a friend then message me first. hello, god.

My Blog

Prelude to a Standoff: A Villanelle

A man with a beard like a scarf opens the door.The locals look at him, then away;an old man at the bar stares into his glass.  The flooris sticky with spirits spilled mid-pour,and the bartender cleans...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 04:24:00 GMT

My 21st is in less than a month!

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Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 09:32:00 GMT

sunday night, winter

SUNDAY NIGHT, WINTERThe air is still and cold.  Windrises, falls.  Grass aroundmy feet trembles, then ceases.  I keepmy arms close to my body, (afraid)if I raise them, I'll break with c...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 20:30:00 GMT

two more poems from class

LITTLE MEMORIESWhat I rememberis not much:Two buckets, half filledwith apples, on the grassbeneath apple trees.  My mother'swarm hands, holding me up.My little hands, palmingthe dusky skin of app...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 22:55:00 GMT

LIV. With rue my heart is laden

With rue my heart is laden  For golden friends I had,For many a rose-lipt maiden  And many a lightfoot lad.By brooks too broad for leaping  The lightfoot boys are laid;The rose-lipt gi...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 20:09:00 GMT

another

Two days, and I can be there again,and I can take those steps toward you again.The long thoughts run through my head again,and the smoke from a cigarette flits between my lips again.will you be able t...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 01:56:00 GMT

the difference between lies and fabrications

all i've written has been a lie, though that's onlyto be expected - it's poetry after all, and we're after thetruth,not petty facts.so when i say the night broke at the sound of a three-cricket-chorus...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 01:45:00 GMT

the destruction of kierkegaard

the destruction of kierkegaardwe call this operation debauchery.we need one game of russian rouletteand one kerosene lampto begin:  this is industrial shaping of things.our xenophobia makes itimp...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 01:08:00 GMT

a few new ones.

short ones inspired by takuboku's poems to eat:counting stray hairson a borrowed seatshirtfour, five, six-drop them on the floor.girlfriend hairs.lighter died,so i refilled it.misjudged how muchi need...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 01:05:00 GMT

Autumn Day

Autumn DayLord: it is time. The summer was immense.Lay your shadow on the sundialsand let loose the wind in the fields.Ask the last fruits to ripen on the vine;give them further two more summer daysto...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 22:57:00 GMT