warehouse wishful work wills will into real grave early hours heaping helping of hurt if I must be up I might as well tell you how I feel 40 minutes you just watched for 40 minutes no intervention, no rush to justice but just us, watching you being attacked is it fun to be abused […]
Tag: Poetry
following the white rabbit, part two
do I follow the white rabbit past your spinning arms the hypnotic twist of your wires and blinding burn of your blades they cut out her clitoris, his penis bled till the eyes fell out of their head then placed back, for the torture lasts longer than you can hold your breath come up for […]
do you think it’s about me?
I just have to apologize for the past, present, and future I have a lot to give and you probably should’ve seen her dressed to the nine, music on the mind afraid to disappoint, showed up early eager to be last to leave every time I could see her ruining the world for better, for […]
sadness becomes sickness
gee fuck, I actually liked you somehow, my brain turned on I made jokes, I smiled when you do I touched your hand, my nerves rang mad something inside me flipped on I got to kiss you, kissing you daily we made out in a thunderstorm I was so mad with fever I never once […]
fighting the line
I’ve got no deadline, no end sales date never past expiration, always ready to rumble rolling into your house like a tiger tank you’ve spent your reserves taunting now watch me, full of energy saved in my youth I hated you funny thing, I still do but now I know why it burns like nitrous […]
thinking back
am I wrong to love you to crave you, to desire every single thing that passes between your lips underneath your tongue stored away in your blood your body is a tomb waiting to be discovered gold and silver trappings restore my hope like Lara Croft I endure for the sake of time with endurance […]
the next breath is the last
ready to take off, ready to soarI’m tired of sighing, no longer lyinglaying in the waste, my soul is ready to flyall the money in the world, I still want morethe grass is greener when I’m stilllife is a choice, and I have free willI can see the birds poke their heads outsilently observing, fate […]
watching their tongues (I cut them out)
crawl out of my skin and watch me diethe soul is leaping, but my spirit is dryfailed to be quenched by sex and poetryto lay my heart to your lips, to feel the linesevery imaginable high left me lownow I’m lost in a sea of translation and hateof good gone bad gone evil gone suicidalnot […]
finish on their faces
you filthy scumstroking the balls of depressed slavesmasturbating the children to grow oldslowing the rotation of the planetand force feeding modified muckyou call it food, I say mind controlmanipulated to murder each otherthen ourselves, slowly, bitterlyand okay with being taxedevery step of the waythe sun doesn’t shine, it bleedsand moonshine dampens the sex scene
crazy, stupid hate
the death is like a knife to my lipsI beg to be taken but it runs too highthe bloodshot pools in my eyes readymy fingers grasp the edge of your throatfollow my heaving breaths to the end of timeI’m ready, I’m ready, I’m finally readybut the high is an emotional letdownand the door slams shutI’m […]
Recovering My Mind: Poetry and Rock Music 