Sometimes I sneak-a-peak through cracked doors;
sneaking out of bed and tip-toeing through the thick green forest of carpet.
Like watching a crime scene I stare so hard I put holes through bone.
Her jet black hair and hazel eyes leave me hypnotized with lust, with envy, with hunger.
Ruthless /
No one said you have to grow up.
No one said you have to grow tired.
Life is looking bleak these days.
ut it's always nice to be desired.
You Can Make it Last, Forever You /
I remember what it was like to feel;
to swallow, to heave.
I remember the sensation of sensation,
feeling satisfied at losing heart
because I was losing something,
because I was feeling something.
I remember the small-city-lit walls;
the orange glow igniting the dark black sky;
broken only by dancing glittered flecks.
The smoldering moon lighting my way.
I remember the wet grass against the soles of my feet,
laughing about nothing; running from nothing.
Spacey, Melancholy /
"I can't let go. I can't look forward.
words, so many words - straining to convey inconsequential thoughts; but almost the equivalent of bleeding for me. and this is healthier. I believe."
Read MoreDefunked Jezebel /
Curled lips at dollar signs
bloated egos and sixty-nines
less than 22-inch waistlines
Faces in the headlines
Never early never late
Never wanting you to wait
Never known for sixty-eight
Never underestimate.
Flimsy /
It was 1971 - and I floated home like paper;
craving yesterday and doc holidays,
but you weren't there and suddenly -
I understood alone.
Thank you but you've done nothing for me.
Between Us Was Gone /
"We talked about all the plans we had growing up -and the fact that we followed through with none of them. We laughed about all kinds of things. and for the first time in years I felt like we were 11 years old again and all that rough history we have between us was gone; like we started over with a clean slate, with no past except the pretty pieces no one ever wants to forget."
Read MoreHello /
“Sometimes he bangs his head against the wall until blood pours from his ears and delusions of what never was dance before his eyes and angry ghosts materialize.”
“It’s real. Hello. I can’t feel…no." She’s never satisfied. She was never satisfied. She’s never happy. She’s never in love. She never loved me. She sliced her throat. She can’t leave me alone. She’s watching me. She’s never happy
Read MoreI'm Not Pretty /
I must be unattractive,
polka dot and terribly unslim,
thick lens glasses, gap-tooth smile
to just reject me on a whim
“It’s not you. I just don’t like your style.”
I must be unattractive
Long bulby toes, stringy hair.
I’m sorry I’m not pretty
I have nothing nice to wear.
Houses of the Holy /
Crazy ways are evident, in the way
you’re wearing your clothes
Sippin’ booze is precedent as
the evening starts to glow.
I told your mama I’d get you
home but I didn’t tell her I
had no car.
I saw a lion he was standing
alone with a tadpole in a jar.
Boy Nexdore /
Boy Nexdore’s never awake
And she can’t sleep alone
Nothing soft, nothing sweet
Boy left only bone
And he’s just like Daddy was
Small mouth, big jaws
Perks of an Ordinary Life /
Today, today at the dentist my hygienist said to me: "Well it's a good thing you're beautiful!" after my good 5-minute rant about my bad hearing, bad eyesight, dislocated jaw, among other things. My bad genetics.
And I swear I smiled so big I almost cried, even though I only half believed her.
Read MoreEaster /
God, he loved you so much
And then he destroyed you,
Ripped you to pieces, ribs from hips
You never question, don’t question,
You never question, purse your lips.
God, he threw you to the dogs
Your naked body amongst the rosebud
Crunching, slurping, tasting, gulping
He gathered up the remaining blood
And painted pretty pictures with it
Jenny /
Everybody knows Jenny.
She's the cutie-pie,
the black-haired brown-eyed lush
with fans for lashes.
A few bats and you're hers.
You won't find mascara and blush on her make-up table;
after all, there's no room with all the screwdrivers.
Lemon She /
lemon she, she was broken down
And the soldiers on leave stopped coming around,
lemon she, she was a dead device
not a martini nor nail polish would suffice.
lemon she, blood, bruises, and cellulite
but she wasn’t going down without a fight.
lemon she, she was alone and bitter
and nursing broken bones left by the last to hit her.
Child of this War /
Bruises are decor
the perks of being a whore
the beauty in being sore
laying mangled on the floor
She's a child of this war
y baby's not a bore.
Flesh /
Flesh, beating heart, vacant stare
Flesh, scarred flesh, tear, rip, tear
Slipping, slipping but not looking down
Because I know you’re not there
Metal, shiny metal, sharp and sweet
Sweet, sorry you, didn’t want to compete
And I, regrettably regret
Delete delete, delete
Satisfactory /
Your adoration is satisfactory
and it all comes right back to me
Your skin, the sweat, your pores
Your sparkling eyes, your curled toes
Yours
Your infatuation is satisfactory
and you come right back to me
Can’t-believe-I’m-wanting-more
Love, lust, attached to mine
Adore
Witch-Wife /
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun ..tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of coloured beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
Clementine /
"Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be." —Clementine Paddleford
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