sorry couldn't get my dick around my leg before it broke the window. anyway... RUNNING ON AN EMPTY TANK SORE DOWN TO THE BONE I CAN'T SEE OR THINK STRAIGHT THE THROBBING IN MY SKULL HAS GROWN BUT I CAN'T STOP YET, CAN'T DRIFT AWAY WOULDN'T EVEN WANT TO ANYWAY I'LL PUSH THE EDGE TIL I SPLIT MY FUCKING HEAD I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD THE DAY DOESN'T END TIL I'VE BLED I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD HAIR IN MY EYES, EVIL IN MY BRAIN I HAVE NO TIME TO THINK SMOKE ON MY BREATH AND METAL IN MY VEINS MY FEET ARE NEARLY ON THE BRINK BUT I CAN'T STOP YET, CAN'T DRIFT AWAY WOULDN'T EVEN WANT TO ANYWAY I'LL PUSH THE EDGE TIL I SPLIT MY FUCKING HEAD I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD DEATH IS CLOSE AND I'M SEEIN RED I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD MY ENERGY IS DRAINED AND GONE I'M ASLEEP BEFORE I HIT THE FLOOR THEN A FOOT TO THE RIBS AND I'M ON MY FEET HERE WE GO AGAIN AND I'M OUT THE DOOR BECAUSE I CAN'T STOP YET, CAN'T DRIFT AWAY WOULDN'T EVEN WANT TO ANYWAY I'LL PUSH THE EDGE TIL I SPLIT MY FUCKING HEAD I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD BURNING ON FULL STEAM AHEAD WE SLEEP WHEN WE'RE DEAD more of an anthem than a poem. my apologies.
sitting in a beach chair pondering my dilemma watching the beautiful blue sea sloshing onto the sand. throwing mist over the rocks. i sit there and smile as a gull picks up a fish from the ever moving waters. as i sit there enjoying the beauty i feel warmth spreading in my lap and so my dilemma is known, and i laugh at myself for not going to the bathroom at home.
I'm so very tired Of having no words to express The Rage inside me It festers; it grows It consumes me like a disease It tears at the very center Of all that is beautiful and perfect This need to hurt To cause pain I'm so goddamn sick of this rain It's like the gun to my head Pounding incessantly Am I alive or dead? I still keep moving As one animated by turn And key But the fury swallows me whole And my blind eyes They still can't fucking see I'm stuck; like a stick in the mud My reflection; shattered glass My life keeps breaking And my soul Well... That I'm losing fast
I haven't written much poetry in months. I'm afraid to put it on the page because then it becomes a reality. I don't know... Paper Doll When I was younger, My mother used to praise My prettiness by the number of ribs That she could count beneath My sickly-pale skin. Naked, skeletal, in the mirror; Bones and tendons and veins, Bright-eyed and wishing to remain Forever perfect in her covetous gaze. But never beautiful, just hungry. What will happen, mother, When you can no longer count My ribs?
One beat, two beat, three beat, sugar beat. Four beat, five beat, six beat, wheat-a-beat. Seven beat, eight beat, nine beat, heartbeat. My heartbeat, my heart is beating for you.
The fence. I walk the horse up the road, then, we leave it. He carries me easily, old Cesar, now up the small bit of a rise, Along the big stand of poplar, about a 10 minute ride left. The boundary; I limber down and trail the old boy's rein, near the fence. He won't go far, because all the new grass is near the patch of fence I rode him to. He steps toward it nonchalantly, I think about letting his cinch out, but he'll be hunky. I climb the fence near a big strainer post, and stand just beyond the farm. In the old world. There are trees, small but with canopies well above my head. They cling, to a threadbare soil stuck in the hollows and cracks, that time has made along the tops of the great stone bluffs. They get smaller and less substantial as I start to walk through them, nearer the cliffs. But it gets steep and the trees further apart, I'll need a rope if I want to get any more than fifty feet from the land I can see extending, flat and green and safe, in the other direction. The rock is not safe as it gets steeper, I stop and look down to my right, where a gorge opens and the stream empties. There is a small meeting-place there perched as if, it has always overlooked this small but vital beachhead, for any to gain purchase up the gully and back onto the farm, if you were down there. I stare out over the edge of the low trees, and the edge of the bluffs. The eye of the great fish stares back at me.
Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I wanted to write you a poem about how our love is like a double helix, But that being an unusual word I could find no rhyme but Felix. So the nucleotides of our love shall go unmentioned, Transcription factor passion silenced, however well intentioned. And so I submit what's left to say, is I love you like we're DNA. And all things found in Quantum Theory, Could not astound nor eyes leave bleary. Compared with trying to find the wonder, of our ligand binding-like paroxysist thunder. I love you like Euclidean space, our absolute values in exponential embrace.
Haiku ... hollow as a tree. yet life still nests inside me. now I must shelter. ... flow like a river sustaining life in your path. till you meet the sea. ... what is a life lived? time when no one remembers. ones being removed. ... with blade on my flesh. I can release the red flame. the burning brings calm.
Rules of Haikus: Syllables follow a 5-7-5 pattern and must NEVER make sense or rhyme Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I joke Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I like that last one Acitnoids.
Dicks everywhere, Why place it inside, Its seed is fear, Its skin a hide A shy dick wanes At the thought of the Chasm Engulfed by orgasm How small and frail So wan and tame By the others flame
Does she sleep through the night? Hey you can write us a little ditty. I like that last post in the Hate thread directed at you know who. Very funny last line.
There once was a man from Hong Kong Who had a three-headed dong... How's the start? And yes, she does!
Haha! Fine just finePlease Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Did she get cookies? What's the story, do kids sleep well with or without sugar?
They do if they wake up at 4:30 AM. And of course! Chocolate chip! A haiku about McDonald's trip earlier today: Play places dang'rous, Broad-assed aunt stuck on Slide for small kids.
