secrets are only conspiracies of lies
guarded tightly in a barbed wire black hole where I am not allowed anymore

I remember Ana Coto's last name ( Read more... )

my debt/ my poetry, my blood/ my bank,

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what you felt was a bruise
what you believed was a ruse
how does it feel to be
so far from the truth?
a vague, destroyed
lost fountain of youth

a teenage corpse
waging love
the way you wage war
kissing the bomb
til' your lips are sore

don't need a therapist to know that i'm no good ( Read more... )

just tugged on the rope
pulled the light, i thought had died
from the heart
my amygdala sings
to dream
for impossible things
high, i'm glowing
drawing rings around the Posie
on MFC
writhing
I'm a teenager
drunk driving
turn me on
so i can stop

burning love
ephemeral
leaving us
mounds of dust

I was looking
for houses
flooded
with poets

the kind where
we're dragging
phantoms out
the ceiling

bashful dumb prophets
drunk priests
rogue comets

with bright tongues
and gold spit

but there are only musicians
song writers
and demons
who can't touch anything
they don't we're dreaming

it's way too much ( Read more... )

cuz I believe in love
you say it's not enough
but i believe in love
you give it to me tough
i believe in lo uh uh uh uh uv
it's too bad that ya don't

Bad choices again. It's easy to think, "here goes nothing.". You never actually expect nothing until that last time when you really mean it. Oh God, I really mean it.

smashing those pinata heads
with metal bats
squirt guns full of led
vampire hunting
with an upside down
crucifix
the bottom is
a blade
the curse
is your name