Everything was mutual |
Everything was mutual, she thought,sex for mutual pleasure,food for mutual fulfillment.It was a lot of taking turns,And required no sacrificing.It was complete (and mutual) acceptance.Until the night ...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 18:28:00 GMT |
January 25, 2009 |
She said to him, "one day after I draw the blinds, I will walk right through this window."He looked at her, shaken, and replied "My god, what makes you say such...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 17:35:00 GMT |
January 13, 2009 |
Today is the day I finally came to terms with my name,hearing it called from across the parking lotby a voice and profile I couldn't quite recognizeI replied with something triv...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 17:32:00 GMT |
The Taste of Pain |
The taste of pain is rich and sweetshoveled heavily into pouting mouthsbelow vacant eyes. It melts ontongues and sprinkles crumbs onchests and tummies. It cloudsthe mind, dulling thought andsensatio...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 17:23:00 GMT |
January 9, 2009 |
Working her way to an early grave,finding the lonely way to the bottom of a bottleEating her way through feelings.Screaming into the night,collapsing in a drunk brokenhuddle, tears running do...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 17:18:00 GMT |
untitled |
I've been thinking a lot about &
nbsp; boys and girls &nbs...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 20:15:00 GMT |
The reflection of empty |
I, being somewhat terrified by transients,but keen on celebrating an evening inmelancholy wandered the dark streetssmoking cigarettes and searching,though finding nothing in a night so wideWith my own...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 20:05:00 GMT |
Its like magic |
It's like magicand that's the partI can't fathomthat your eyesstill could cutme the same. that time couldpass and lifecould happenbut deep downattraction remains. I liked...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 20:01:00 GMT |
Because my life is a band T |
Because my life is a band TI write poetry and walk barefoot,read Salinger and talk trendy: the color and picture are someaningful, so Ironic, signifythe decline of human societydue to...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 08:24:00 GMT |
A Series About Windows |
I.
I watch out of open windowand contemplate stepping out
And falling 100 hundred feet (the apex of ectasy)
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Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 05:25:00 GMT |
