04.23.07

vomit all over the floor
a mess of coloured pictures
prominent shades of white and periwinkle grey
lips and face when I looked his way (finally)
gasping breaths, from my own life force
eyes whimpering, his voice fluttering
in his total unresponsiveness

but conscious!

my heart pounds
my eyes prickle
my gut clenches

can’t ever get his ( Read more... )

Respite at 3am

it caresses softly, hands trailing
over spent muscles and aching joints;
soft reverberations of lullabies
long since sung of dreams faraway
from nights sandy-eyed, flagging
under cups of lukewarm coffee
flogged by essays and sentence structures
minds clicking at one thirty beats per minute
feeling the echoes of sleep calling with
lewd glances ( Read more... )

Crest of Friendship (For Daniella)

like trying to cup water in my hands
it slips through the hour glass
every grain of sand wasted
on this oasis; it was just a mirage
pasted up on the sun parched desert
I've held these fantasies far too long
your friendship trickled through my fingers,
chordae tendinae consumed within its bitter remnants

"chordae tendinae ( Read more... )

Fate

Lachaesis draws three tarot cards
and flips the first up Love,
followed by Change and then by Death;
and Atropos cuts the thread.

Leftovers (three poems that are leftover from other poems/last year)

you are an
                   avalanche
                                      of insecurities
buried in the rubble of your self esteem
            ( Read more... )

we’d be all awkward pauses ( Read more... )

A Caper Named "Shae"He was full of contempt at the word ( Read more... )

lost in the tedium of mediocrity ( Read more... )

            He was going to give it all to him. Why wouldn’t he? He wasn’t planning on living any longer anyways, so why not give it all to someone who would find use for it, needed it and would cherish it? Not like his parents would keep any of it. They’d probably dump it all, and even if it was garbage it meant the world to Eric. All of it was ( Read more... )

            She smiled at him, a little bit seductive, but mostly just friendly… and flirty. She was a pretty one.

He blushed a bit, but smiled, nervously, in return. He wished he had the guts to go over and talk to her, but he doubted that he would ever gain the guff to say anything. He hoped that she wouldn’t be shy. He looked down ( Read more... )

Breath pounding
Heart panting
And blood dripping

Her eyes glow bright
In the dim moonlight
Against the dingy walls
Hardly illuminates her face at all

Torn stockings
Ripped dress
And combat boots

Was it quite as you were expecting?
The hard anxious pull
As she bites her lip
It’s not beauty anymore…

This isn’t a fucking faerietale
Is it boy?
Not the one you ( Read more... )