when I've spun out the world ( Read more... )

You're just a little girl
that sex and pride your pyre,
no matter how you burn
you'll still make a little fire.

You could aim for big
you could aim for loud,
you could huff and puff
it all in to a little cloud.

But it'll all dissipate
and while you wait
be sure to hold your breath
for just a little while longer.

I know that if I eat food I'll inhibit my feeling of fucked upness.  If I inhibit that, I'll free all the pain I attempted to inhibit by getting fucked up in the first place. Well, I'm not starving. And I can't so much afford to put myself out over and over again.  I suppose I could really knock myself out or numb myself up if I wanted, but I guess ( Read more... )

again ( Read more... )

The bewildering of reality insists to me my senses reeling are speaking illiteracies of cherishing abandonedly the only lasting commodity of energy within the hearts of our bodies.... Love.

this is more like a song in my head than a poem...unfinished ( Read more... )

as certainly as i get the shakes
in my legs and knees and thighs
from a grande iced chai
it's the quaking in my chest and breath
that makes me feel so alive
and so in love i'm nervous
intensely in reserve of this
precious affinity...

why you come visit me ( Read more... )

i remember you softly
sometimes it shows
before i speak
that i'm thinking
of someone
somewhere else
i just pass it off as spacey
you are still my poetry
my flowers and aspirations
my hopes and my passions
i can never let you go and
i can never hold you
but thats the way my love
has shown you ...         
has shown me you and even then
it has  ( Read more... )

waiting
is embittering
the feeling
is empowering
empowerment
in belligerence
is petulant
so this
is powerless
and i
admit
i'm ambitious
to a point
of fooolishness
but i prefer that
over passionless
however disastrous.