LadySpark

f*king psycho it falls fast and it falls hard-- whether that's rain or love, i'm not really sure but it still falls and suddenly all you're left with-- yes you, ...

sorry, i know you hate it when i call you after i smoke your skin is in my dreams. i watch you, cover everything important to me with your body. ...

right before the end, close your eyes and i. you grab and you grab and you grab. there's nothing to hold onto, just smoke trapped in lungs, scrubbing at your ...

all you ever write about is sex and killing yourself you are tired. you're not hungry, but you eat anyway because that's what you must do to stay alive. we ...

i'm tired of waiting for your storms to end it's not like i wanted to die. i just thought you might find me more interesting with more blood on my ...

the sunshine boy gets caught in the rain if you wear a jean jacket that means you're a greaser. i know who you are, you, the boy that smells like ...

the blue-eyed boy and his death poem here is the most important thing i've learned everyone dies. you say this, your mouth hanging open and cigarette dangling. it doesn't make ...

a collection of love and hate caught between us these are the things i know to be true. no one ever really goes out with a bang, guns blazing, heart ...

when the old me meets the new you your brown eyes, his green, my blue. your slender hands unwinding my rib cage knots, his lips breaking my puzzles into bite ...

after you are gone you take your sadness and throw it away in the river when they lock you in a room and tell you it'll make you better-- we ...

all my alternate universes have you in them that morning-- dark broiling waves on the ocean, the ramones blaring, fists pounding the dashboard, driving too fast, lips talking too fast, ...

so a lil different this year, I'll be using this thread as a workshop for poems that are possibly going into a manuscript to be sent off to publishers later ...

in the light at the end of my tunnel, we're dancing. you are the earth that i stand upon. 18+ 2018 2017 2016

VII. V pt. II you see, here is where your gutter is. here is where you sit, your back against a damp brick wall, and dream about stars. you see, ...

VI. you are the thing that caught fire. i looked down and my hands were covered in blisters. the smell of soot was filling my lungs-- and damn, is it ...