Hypocrit

LetterLove I'm sick with passion. When you left, all your words and glances and moments so divine and beautiful, too articulate for speach, crawled up from the floor like some ...

Breathing chords, steady as her voice pours, one piano note held from the tips of her tongue to the tip of her fingers; perfect pitch. A hypnotist, all the words ...

Moments before the aluminum hail: I run to ruins, and it invites me with open arms. It turns to kiss me, embraces my lips, then swallows me whole. Then, the ...

There's music in that wheeze, exhale steady metronome of a tired lung, inhale nicotine bullets from a fitlered gun the slow click of breath, the way the chest sinks, the ...

More rap curdled cusp, break down this town to dust some spontaneous combust, I trust fire to burn, I trust worms to squirm I trust boots to crush soundbooth bill-lusts ...

Hip-Hop, anyone? Osiris rises to a dead beach Christ, I've Had It It's a death sentence, penance a blemish to finish famish sinking skin titanic frantic beginning to sting the ...

most of my poems which have won awards, i made in a short time of some random inspiration. no kidding. :shock: Lulzzzzzz. Ah, such an acclaimed poet. P.S.(Before a ravenous ...

3/10 To be honest, it sounds like a Walgreen's novel. Possibly the best one on the shelf, possibly worth lifting even, but not worth the five dollars. This is an ...

Shaquisha. A heroine addict with one leg and a pregnant girlfriend. Caucasian. Either gender. Likes oatmeal, because it's cheap, filling, and sweet.

likes pictures", once he took her words and snapped them from the air, bended them backwards, made them cave, made them eat their sentences, stuck them to a canvas used ...

Towering undersea vaginas shipwreck submarines, clench like anemonies and strangle life into bloom. Casablanca blemishes upon a superlative desert unknown without alms. Poor spores almost starved in m

Numb to words, her head hits the ground like thunder, a short sputter lights the tiles and throws the carpet for the stars, which come up from the floor and ...

My heart is an anvil. Everyone smiles hammers, beats my skin into my head and then my head into my heart and then my heart into my stomach and I ...

Seance Song Burried my shiv in that ghost, lost it too. Wrenched it's kidney from the mummified mess, brought up it's past layed it's head to rest on the curb, ...

Christblood slipping out my hands and Judas's breath still swelling my tongue, I tucked it into my cheek, bite my lips, they bleed, just a trickle. More blood, I martyred ...