Freewrite: June 2006 |
The eyes of my lover are made of lapis lazuli, deep blue stones that camouflage with the night sky. Night flies by while she and I are intertwined in the moment. Her modest demeanor is a thin di...
Posted by Alex on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 12:01:00 PST |
Our Timeline |
Cigarette burns in pillowsTissues, tear drops and snot.I cry, You cry, I cry a lot.I kiss you in SeptemberI leave you in November Our hearts are broken by Christmasand we are married by JuneIn May you...
Posted by Alex on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 11:58:00 PST |
In Retrospect Vol. II: Addiction (Conclusion) |
Never once did I question the notions of fate with cliche cries of why me and what have I done to deserve this, I calmly accepted my standpoint with love, lust and falling for the wrong flesh. I came ...
Posted by Alex on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 11:44:00 PST |
"Apparition" |
"She comes, creepin' up slow.
I've got no place, no place to go to now.
I'm feelin' like I fell for you... Storys different no matter who's tellin' it. I'm feelin' like I fell for you...
...appariti...
Posted by Alex on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 03:44:00 PST |
In Retrospect Vol. II: Addiction (Continued) |
(you may want to read the last of Pt. I before reading this)
...because I knew I was worth a lot more than a few kind yet cliche words thrown at me by women who offered to provide me with a better sex...
Posted by Alex on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 11:25:00 PST |
In Retrospect Vol. II: Addiction |
I used to think there was something wrong with me. For nearly three years straight, my sexual antics placed me into a category that failed to suit my overall personality. Out of all the labels that tr...
Posted by Alex on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 01:44:00 PST |
"In Retrospect: Vol. I: Sophomoric Heartbreak" |
I look at love through new eyes now. I have been revived from a near death experience called heartbreak. I had faked my faith in love for so long that my disbelief finally began to catch up with me. L...
Posted by Alex on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 04:34:00 PST |
"Pinstripes" |
Deeply in lust with a woman that exists only in my mind, I am afraid that I have manipulated a love for the last time. It happened by accident really. A pinstriped suit, a fake mustache and a few phot...
Posted by Alex on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 11:46:00 PST |
Letters to the woman who occupies my bed |
Being away from your body makes me weaker by the half-second. My mouth starts to water, my hands start to sweat and every minute without your touch starts to feel like an eternity. I survive on a few ...
Posted by Alex on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 11:25:00 PST |
I wonder... |
"I wonder"
~another "cubist" poem~
I wonder if
you still have bad acne on your back, neck and face and if you've gotten rid of those pesky ten pounds the safe way.
I wonder if
you still dance ...
Posted by Alex on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 08:08:00 PST |
