Fucking Flies |
I would love to starve like fucking flies do. I want to stick to you like breeding lice do. Our bedsores will be love bites that will puss beautiful words into the sweat-drenched bed sheets. Our teeth...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 13:49:00 GMT |
None of you know her... |
Every road has broken stones.And every path, beaten blades With fingers stretching skyward.Every sky has clouds that part.And even seas shift sandWhose hopes were better.Every hope has faltered.And ev...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 13:42:00 GMT |
She has a penis? |
A birthday candle blow-out is beyond fucked upThe definite doubt of beginning to turn is losing its applauseI am 23 and feel no regrets in my lifeI live by the sword and die by my mistakesI am able to...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 23:18:00 GMT |
Painting War |
So colourful, these paintings of warRage and solitude seep from every poreSoaking my sheets with gasoline and sweatWaiting for someone to burn down my doorDistant echoes of hunger and quintetBlazing t...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 23:40:00 GMT |
Shadow Moth |
Gallowed passage hung thick with amber fingerOvergrown, withdrawn from thoughts that lingerA nearing shadow stalks close to heart,And seeks to fell this swoop and tear our time apartWith sickly breath...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 22:17:00 GMT |
Youth and Breath |
We are the restless breezeOur youth and breathThat shakes the strongest treesWith roots dug deep to rage the seasAnd staving hunger's deathWe are the restless breezeRotting minds hung slack, appeasedW...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 22:16:00 GMT |
And yet again we arrive at this conclusion? |
She shoots me a look of pure distain and my skin goes SPLAT against the wall. It slides down to puddle on the floor as I stand firm and ready for anything her tongue can do to me. She licks me all ove...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 23:55:00 GMT |
Un-needed Thumb-Twiddling |
My fingers will slide that pretty smile off your face. A scalpel would help if I cared enough to look. I think my nails can do a good enough job. Now look in the mirror when you've cleaned yourself of...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 01:50:00 GMT |
Cared For. |
Lead the boy to the vulturesLet him fend for himselfIf he can't fight'em offThen his dad's someone elseI told youThe boy ain't mineHis hands are too softAnd the vultures are dripping with prideA buria...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 01:39:00 GMT |
Her Words Through Me |
We've lost the time to care aboutThe things in life that love withoutRetort and show the little spiteOf what is left that will ignite.
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 01:27:00 GMT |
