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It grabs your wrists And twists and twists It makes up lies and rips up skies It kills and cries and tries and tries So desperately to hurt you I’ve ...

It’s dusk and the leaves are still falling from the sky The wind was rough today, bent trees swaying to commands It’s cold out I take in those sharp and ...

I’m not underground Yet And you don’t seem to understand That it hurts too much to talk about it I’m not innocent I would be dead by now if I ...

Dear, give me some different words Another speech, another form To flow throughout my body While I connect my eyes with yours It’s an inspiring feeling A jolt-shock of sugary ...

Enduring slander by peers As it endures Tripping over lips As smooth as 24/7 sexual activity With the mailman Hug and kisses And pen marks Battle each other to the ...

I sleep in coffee grinds and cigarette butts My daughter is in the bathroom making her cuts My son’s out on the front pouch with a bag of industrial glee ...

Sweaty Like Sunday mornings And coffee And sex Awakening beside A one-night stand Realizing it’s your cousin Sun dress Low cut to suit Her breasts Wonders why she’s raped Yes, ...

The sun sets on a cloudless day As trumpets blare and soldier’s march In dreams, of course, since time decays More often ought then not It bleeds, the sky, a ...

(I'm just posting this to ask of those who have the guts to critizise people. I love writing, so here is a taste of a story I just recently started, ...

Bleeding yellow roses That sprout and take root They grow into my life And slowly begin to take over I feel the pain Of the thorns stabbing into my temples ...

Our hymn couldn’t have been sung better On a Tuesday For it was an afternoon Where the sunlight dazzles the mind and spots the skin Where the kisses are saved ...

Shadow searching in a cathedral while vocalising to the choir's tune angel's shattered tears are on the dripping window fantastic fantasies flipping over each other while spitting diamonds up into ...

She always liked drinking cold coffee The Saturday mornings all faded into each other And formed a black-brown blur of fantasies Her fiction lifestyle slipping past her eyes The tongue-setting ...

Sweet and somber they will whisper To you in the dark of night The empty and cold, eerie whisper That shakes your synapses alight Creeping, seeping – much like liquid ...

As fruitful as regret Looking away from whatever life begets I’m turning away I’m holding sway Over the whole world And I’m trying to slice it down into proportion Photo ...

(this is just an exert from my story "God and War". In it, a boy was just shot a wounded through an apage mouth by an agressive officer dubbed "master." ...

Here are the fabled laurel leaves A smile, when it’s fading – Golden in the threadbare past While you constructed little ditties They knocked together temples of stone But now ...

I’m sitting in a blackened room Tying knots in golden thread The smile that I’m lying in Is glossed with my glittered lead And you’ve found me all but dead ...

I’m a desecrated Deflowered image of a soul I feel it slowly fading As I stand my solid ground The echoes are reverberating The truth will drag me down I ...

I’m smiling at the future with a full-forward “hello” And it has the nerve to smile back to me I’ve always favored symmetry, But never favored reason, Yet there’s something ...

I’m stitching my soul together from the latest blow We try to share needles, but we know - it’ s never going to work I feel your pain And it’s ...

I tried to add a bit of explination, as this was sort of "mid-story". It might not make it flow well, and for that I apologize. Nat ducked down below ...

Sometimes the dizzying effect Spins me and the world In an ethereal difference of confusion The sum of all the efforts Blinding and contradicting each other To the blurry mix ...

You aren’t exactly the strongest person in this world You fall apart by Tuesday afternoon, Plunging yourself into a gray mass of melted newspapers From which maroon butterflies flutter – ...

The peeling skin is falling off of screaming faces Distant places where the past has long faded Making flakes out of skin and flakes from people Trying hard to beat ...

And it hurts Like sex on Tuesdays Mints from down the road Chewing on pencils Found in an abandoned hallway Poisoned nails that dig into your own skin Rapturing, capturing ...

Sleek and thin Like horse hair on a violin Flowing and drowning in matrimonial bonding A bickering mess of music makers Willing girls with savvy smiles Tracing their way to ...

Extreme Perspire Conspire At midnight Don’t breathe It’s too late Bitterness Is done for In the salty sea Of sugary Delight

I stripped the world naked And it’s clothes, Like 50 cent thrift shop rags, Drifted away Naked world It was like a side-street whore Willing now to fuck For less ...

I’m learning how to be in love With every passing day The fireworks that fall about me Dance my breathe away And every time I try to grasp it, For ...

Delicate and thin Like the string hung above And around My neck Delicate and thin And thy queen, so dainty And bright, like the sun Sits above And on My ...

You are the sage green color of my life your growth bears no fruit - just leaves, reams of them, stapled theories on the branches of your mind dreams that ...

A faceless mass All embrossed and branded With the emblem of your king And the beat; the rhythm Smacks and whacks its way around town From the girl with her ...

Nothing is better than wasting my days on you Knowing that some part of me will fade as you become clearer does not sting so much I'm aware that you ...

A child sprays a whisper Lip popping effervescence A beautiful bubble of starlight Glittering toxins with the sun rays A hiss and the dream, in evanescence, can only, into otherworld ...

The fire’s licking tongues Cast whispers without tune And they’ve caught me in the darkness Where the garish marks that make me beautiful Flicker into some cloudy depths Of half-melted ...

Life’s bittersweet Like tears and a smiling face The hills to roll down faster, faster So beautiful In graceful passing - shattering like any other tear but in twice the ...

mmm. this seems far more grand and dramatic than your latest work. the beginning was full of many...creative ways to sum up over-big-ego-ness. i liked how you tied it in ...

Cheers to all those girls alone on Valentine’s Day The wine sloshes within Crystal-clear glasses – The final electric ray of light Stabbing through the red prism design The chocolates ...

I'm aware that your life lines are leaving your body and I'm aware that your twilight's in sight I know the priest cuts you all too shrewdly But I'll stand ...

It’s darker here than anywhere in my life I could be pricked in bittersweet rose gardens My tongue could be caught on rough salt beauty ocean waves I could bathe ...

I know hell and back gets you nowhereBut I’d though I’d gone fartherThan this There you are, in the early Monday morning radar Gray-sweatered arms opened wide, And though my ...

This is Chapter Three of my story, but it's beginning of one thread of the story, so I suppose it supports a beginning-like taste to it anyway. I just want ...

Welcome home New Jersey To another rainy day Splattered sidewalk cement Skies weary, splattered gray People wander on the streets While thinking where to go They dawdle, trying to defeat ...

I'm combining you in my glass dream system from gritty mornings to future it's a project i took on only by free will (you're all numbers to me) is this ...

Showered in petal drops of stillness Kissing suns as they set Sweet within my flowerbed Earth’s blood glimmers with your sweat Pink’s own passion, fallen red Fair dream weaver in ...

Please come and sit a while with me By candlelight in moonshine’s hour We’ll whisper to the tongue of fire And wonder where the life’s gone While counting those who ...

Fire tongues leave black scraps In it’s weary wake Charcoal dreams and fallen angels All express their pain Struggling still to snap, to break Before the acid rain I’ve wandered ...

It's actually sci-fi, but it fits more here at this point in the story. sorry so long. Arion’s hooves pounded against the earth, leaving small, round marks. He took running ...

these are two...not so good poems that are rather short. so i'll save bulletin space. Cement and Lovers Rough – here comes the passion’s play. Breath – I’m gasping life ...

I dream what we’ll go out for coffee sometime Licking cups, licking lips You may be older, but I’m Mature – I am star figurine of middle school I barely ...

Oh, mother, I am weeping Besides your doorway, Lips shaking silence Still I am keeping every secret scent away Into the deep corners of my room – The searches, things ...

I don’t want to be frank It’s not like me be blunt Not like me take stabbing attempts At wounded, young innocents But I’m tired And I’ve wasted grains of ...

Maybe you will understand love poetry When you’re caught in Sunday rains with me Alone, though, we were on our way To the fabled, distant red-rosed Paris We could petal ...

Swallowing our ribbons When we gather Decorative and verdant We are eating laughter Tonight the air is high-drifting Between us the space is rifting We will be tongue twisting By ...

For a second I click away the media I can breathe while snapping shut X’s And as I tick past windows I can’t help But wonder what I’m really worth ...

Bitter jazz band Swing the music I know so well I’m dancing across his life Wringing drinks above his weary head He’s a sinner And I’m woman scorned You shouldn’t ...

He was a day-gazer Articulate, motivated, past The rush of air on wintry mornings Swift and competitive Tasteless on the tongue But fire on the soul I swayed before jumping ...

Previously explained in the story - Tommy is a prisoner of war from Reading, England, which is invaded by Lachonton and Naracima forces, who spark the more foul moraled side ...

It’s almost comical From an outsider’s view But here, inside, I’m suffocating Kiss me on my sickened brow, Your lips planted in darkness Seeds of doubt on my forehead Burrowing ...

Strawberry pink on the decisive blue lines As the taste of postage stamps linger on tongues Flashing by countless bright yellow street signs Here we have fallen - so honest, ...

Picture this - best friend - Red hair and innocent She’s entrapped in her boyfriend’s Spider web of arms We joke and laugh and Sip a soda in a myriad ...

White, crisp pages in hand Your eyes swivel, survey A smile twists, a laugh bursts forth Facing me sternly, you whisper “Could you write something better?” There it is – ...

I'm here I'm slipping on my dress fingers scraping skin this bedroom fall within a deadly drop just to carress my fears You press Your nervous and you sweat lips ...

My quantum coffee cup Is dry, barren like My soul this Sunday morning I looked picturesque sliding the styrofoam down the asphalt drive I figured it was over – Before ...

Here it comes At three in the morning, half-asleep I’d listen to Spanish in my ears Your pink lips slurring them, Not love songs, but fanciful nonsense Anything to make ...

Wisps of sea air And looming mountains Misted with the memories From the deep halls of mountain kings Siren voices on the wind Carry – sweet and hauntingly Here we ...

I feel like Joan of Arc tonight Here at my execution, Nobody to witness but strangers Tired, staked and screaming Out your name Water-flight settles in on My coke-bruised head, ...

I always told myself to stop dreaming I’ll provide the setting for the crash Here we are – both of us, Standing at two points of an axis Exchanging causalities ...

Just before you read this - know I'm NOT comparing myself to Jesus. That's not the point. A flowing string of cocoa beans and the gushing taste of vineyard wine ...

SuburbiaA storm is coming Skittled rocks on river pavement In a mesh of bloodshed hair Tongues secured in thin glass windows The blooming blossoms, yielding pears Blown in cancer New ...

A tapestry of green grass hair runs thick beneath a maiden's thigh, the luscious drops of golden daylight ordained with the fruits of colors, and the warmth in melodic, silver ...

Onion skin is on my bitter lips tonight A sidewalk canvas open to the mytique that lays near me - side by rotten side wheels to the carpet pavement hand ...

You come in on drumbeat Casual in black and gray Forged in darkness, the ring you bear Has a silver inscription, twisting the fine lines Of our friendship into love, ...

I had scribbled the date on the pink of my palm and a week later I can still hear your heavy breathing, blowing nervousness into my chest The tension builds ...

A relationship is molded by the first few keystrokes Early games determine life and death and now that I'm so far in I doubt I can become a Jesus for ...

(I hate this cute little rhythm, and for it, I apologize.) Empty melodies in frigid air, a taste hollow and lacking will - so fallen on black ashes where they ...

Up until this point my life has been A collage of empty nights depleting me until I have fragmented nothingness Deep within my heart You, so nameless to the public ...

Raise requiem A body burns tonight Exult your praises to the Elixir of excuses On this closed-door room Stained glasses and stained vision We’re spotless on the casket, Pristine, the ...

This bloodline is full of strong women Figurines ice cold against the raging storm Of emotional men, the backs on red hands Flung against faces, They are not porcelain, but ...

Biting your bloody lip, You tell me all your secrets What he’s done these past few days Time at rug-burn paces, You topple off of your ceiling fan Falling gracefully ...

A moon in my azure sky is a pinpoint for the mystique it still has after all these long years colors never fade with age, but sanctuaries crumble - history ...

Hello, blonde dreary-eyed angel Satire on your cherub features, I can laugh your fears away Your brow, so smooth and seamless, Hold together my childhood God When he had long ...

Prolouge Aloysius felt the cold condensation on the sides of his water can. He sipped the water, his tongue slowly playing circles around the spout. Then, noticing the water was ...

All these phrases had a sort of...medical crap....feel to it. I got the feeling, yes, but the phrases were disconnected and ugly. Yes, it suited the topic but I certainly ...

Honey, where are you tonight? The stars are aligned and I can feel your fire in my soul. The light show of lovesick lullabies kept me awake for hours - ...

Sometimes I dream that I can smell sea air again – Can taste roses that Melt like sugar in my mouth And your kisses Were never so salty those nights ...

Welcome to the evermore pool Opulent and crystalline, you drip Sweet stillness on sour minds. Echoes of souls within Its cryptic depths – locked Water-tight clandestine Fingers golden in the ...

Alone, child, you whisper You cannot face this world With thin air on your arm – Searching from darkness, You scrounge dumpsters And struggle to shine light All the way ...

(I had to write this for school. I figured I'd post it.) Feeding print in finery At the hypocenter of Death-defying reality – You feel the guilty casualty Of a ...

Life is a pen, darling. If we cannot erase, then - must we resign ourselves to leave the page?Are not more beautiful when marred? Immersed in navy blue regret on ...

We always knew this day would come. Sometimes, yes, the doubt was there – perpetual days and nights spent winding out the same clockwise days, never thinking twice of executing ...

Blood splatters on the window sill, I stand, poised, tip-toed and tasting the flammable air. Wallpaper adorned with flags and the thought of united we fall, it slips down the ...

Sunset slips on like silk, touching golden on your supple skin. And the earth is graspless, as if without friction on this dazzling twilight that refuses to engulf the azure ...

Scientific statistics have so far proved that out of all professions, writers are the most likely to develop mental unstabilities. You never forgot how to write, did you? When nights ...

With clipped wings and tear stained eyes, thin arms reach to your prostitute morning. It stings with every word you scream and in every dream you're falling... I'm going to ...

Slipping past a metal fence,And into the future – The pain of being loved, Like true love: the synapse-shaking, Lip-burning type that compacts your Lungs into playthings at three in ...

Romancing sand-dancer, I’m on the pirate shore, hand in hand fate and infatuation. Your love burns in the residue of rainwater, of the isle storms and looming letters. They all ...

The storm is wicked. Half-drenched in underage champagne, I stare as God’s woody fingers swirl and spin in a world of majestic half-truths. Full-blown masts sweep me away, a magic ...

Apple grinds are not filtered out; they cling to the capillary walls inside you, speaking selfless confidence in your ears during your wasteland-nights. It slides off your skin into a ...

The hour was early. 3:06AM. The numbers on the display screen wavered, and I rubbed the sleep from my eyes anxiously, shifting around in my seat as I did so. ...

Calligraphy is accomplishment burned and etched into lambskin paper lining ancient walls, modern minds. Axis titled, the earth is crooked, like melting clocks and bacon, but we are the ones ...

yeah, yeah, i know. The nail marks never started at the top - no, we were always halfway when we realized we were falling down, down with nothing to leave ...

Get off my fucking couch. Pretentious, legs rent open and lips so bloated that you sound dumb, you are dumb. It seems to burn and bubble where you stroke my ...

So what if words were art and we could paint a masterpiece over this falling sky, trying to hold it up with fortifications and architecture and all the pointless beauty ...

Tinder and ash. On top of shoes, it slides and whisks off into the corridor-darkness. Fallen masters march these labyrinth halls, hands pocketed, hollow mirth. Outside the window, we all ...

Is this how the old man feels? The pain is low, indentured servants nibbling at organ-walls, sloshing hydriodic acids that spray up to the tongue, up caustic rivers of life ...

It was all an economy of thin. Ginger leaves sway, crisp and bitter, as they give death wishes to pipe dreams, let them flitter out to the horizon and forever ...

This is the last time it will be like this. Leaves crinkling underneath my yielding broom as I fight the urge to straddle it, flash a wicked grin and instead ...

Unspoken words, a thousand to think of, each chinks of ice thinning my blood; Steel souls form diadems, flavored saccharine. But as useless as the space between our heartbeats, I ...

One day I will learn to find Times New Roman as beautiful as the words I set down. I. You bleed fiber under a sweaty sun, perspiration dribbling from heavens ...

Face paint makes our show that of inkblots. Tossing sabers and fire, talent burns the grass bare As we are behind circus curtains clandestine. Overtime, every pore erupts in sweat ...

This is how you feel the flow of fire, as it pulls you taut and graceful in stadium lights. Blare down at the brass instruments, bellowing the final tidal note ...

Get your fingers off his fucking dick: Oh, it seems so simple to say when we’re drenched in sweat, stuck to benches and watching the club lights flicker us back ...

fingersnap, the crackle of fireworks sound gunshots in the icy air. a thousand electrical currents shift with your unspoken words, too heavy with rot, too light to sink into me. ...

(I just have to keep trying to write) a million lighted pin-pricks on this fortress's bloody facade, blaring a thousand tongues of tarot cards and candy stings that line the ...

Hush. Your wishes aren't true. Dry tongue, you lie so fearlessly to the stars so close to bursting, whispering prayers over pennies. But you've drifted from the primrose path to ...

The two girls burst through the glass doors, giggling. Outside, people quiet and wet with mist glanced up at them nonchalantly, a handful of them scowling before letting their heads ...

"When was the first time you recall feeling fat?" Jane's glossy upper lip curled. "I don't remember." "What's the most weight you've ever been?" Eyes flicked downward, showing a soft ...

Bitter wind blows static in my ears, drowning out any whispers rebounding in me since you've left. In the quiet caverns of my life, I find sharpened pencils, tiny gifts ...

"What will you do for a ten, baby?C'mon, lay it all out on the bathroom floor." Gripping the lust in my left hand, I slip it under my dress as ...

Reams of papers, covered in darkling texts, they scream. Two people bound by matrimony, divided by ten thousand going to war - how long until one will become half by ...

(I feel obligated to at least try, so here are my notebook scratchings.) Hey, Miss Beautiful Can you feel the buzz? Lithium is lying on your tongue and you - ...

shackled with pumping veins, iron and oxygen - the heartstrings lead the way along the floor, down to the bedsheets where she's adorned her body in [blood and gore]. pearls ...

[Too short, I know.] I know the corners of his mouth, they bleed, they blaze, they search you out - you are the smoke he talks about, the dancing smoke ...

You cut beer cakes over my wrists, and I wince - enchanted eyes, you watch my artwork and it burns you, I hope that it turns you away. This is ...

Here whisks the butterfly named virgin, windowsill, it sits and stares into the darkness we all merge in, to where our passions sweep and surge in, before it sails on ...

Gold-leaf shimmers in the darkness, like gild on the sleek of her back. We deal in treasure, here where wild things sway and luster lingers on the jaded stones – ...

Say this is a family room and you’re a widow. Too wordy, too long. I like the format.

Take deep breaths. I want this to last. You. You appear in a mass of leaves, swirling the empty air you've taken over, like you take over every inch of ...

I know this is prose...but I don't think we have a prose forum. Sober. Sober, when was the last time she was sober? It’s laughable, how she slurs her way ...

"You're all assholes." Those are the only words that reach a standstill in this stream of voices and half-empty bottled dream, run down by the trip across the sea. They ...

Something died in there. Hiding under floor planks and making love among wood lice, we were more than willing to grapple for the immediate dissatisfaction, to touch just to tear ...

chapter fifteen descent. she's dry against the mead-colored sunset, bleeding browns and whites. whatever happened to her neverland? whatever happened to riverdance? on waiting list for stronger squall

Pathetic on the cushions; I burn a hole into the rug and you, simply sinking deeper in quicksand security. Deathtrap: I'm not bothering to grapple across the miles between us. ...

blood on a dandelion, the petals peel and shiver down into solitary winter - where even the beautiful freeze to be time-tapped and sapped of syrup and libido. Lips push ...

We are on the window lattice, holding throbbing hearts in our hands. Moonlight-painted faces, as cold as dreams twenty two thousand leages out of reach - Adam and Eve revelation; ...

Blood on the agnostic soul, We whisper prayers and poetry Into a cup of coffee, Sipping them as they brew into Passion, lust and loving – I swirl it with ...

Under these black lights in the atrium of the teenage heart, I whisper across the chestnut table - "Hey honey, this tastes like blood. Jesus Christ. Golgatha burns tonight." He ...

I know this needs a lot of help, whatever. The cold night air is like colonge slapped on my cheeks, the way your caustic comments slapped, stung and stayed - ...

Paint on the bottom of ballerina slippers, inksplatters on rose - she blooms a virgin flower fit to burst. Petals unfold, unwieldly words, as winds rip these wishes free. One ...

blowing smoke from my tongue was the only thing that chased you away - you were afraid of burning out like coals and embers, you were afraid of dancing in ...

Wishless, she follows the twisting trail with stern philosophy. Steps fall on caramel shavings - they distingrate into a million particles of chocolate dust. Catipilliars taste feetless, but she can ...

The jigsaw pieces blaze through his permeable eyes, pierced with glassy soul-stars shoving their way through in bloody tears. He begs me to disentangle his hopes and dreams which come ...

A moth in a deathtrap, He flutters in wheels of zeal with the priestess on her knees, in praises raised to what is real and who can feel and what ...

We emerge from the seditary rain, shrieking laughter into the empty halls of bookcases, where echos are snitched in the middle of aisles, on the bottom of paper cups. Here ...

These decadent days run a thick river through the westside of this town. We account bottlecaps and soda taps, to make a ledger of how much we drink of our ...

You come to me in search of passion. I run through slideshow clips, flashing screaming rain, bleeding ballerinas and opera-war on the backs of your retinas. Blinking them away, these ...

My friend died.She was beautiful.I'll remember her forever. Oh please, this girl was getting stoned on my couch every day, run down in her boyfriend's boxers, burning through whatever would ...

Don't even bother.. Maggots fed the hollows in my heart, writhing to the strumming acoustics that resonate from your melody. Bereft of those late nights, those drunk second-rate nights, I ...

The artist scuplts her a set of cherub lips, two handfuls of breasts and twists her locks with gritted stone. He sets her in a garden; a fountain splashing ghosts ...

black balloons pop splattering sin all over this D-day parade, where we march, skulls on baton heads, our bloodshot eyes begging "heavenly light, fall down on me." Trapped between two ...

The sunlight keeps intricate time on the iron facade of tinfoil cans, chrome vessels that find themselves crushed together, God's impending fist of fire and ashen rock brandishing fingers that ...

all we say comes out as speak-easy whispers, simple as breathing into the spaces between us. now that I know that I’m in love with him, his hands cover my ...

Hermes's headlights breast the horizon and we stand side-by-side, casting shadows across the River Stix, black and etched asphalt, a thousand graffiti souls steaming on the surface. Clutching my thin ...

Your fountain runs dry, without ivy or mold Frail frame, curled round the cracked cement, you eyes open only to count the wrinkles from time, to scratch them out on ...

There is a path that runs through sugar grasses and corn mazes, by streets with roaring disks of light, stars streaking through uncounted trees and unmapped farmland - this road ...

dance is only the opening and closing of legs in a skirt that is always kept down. etiquette is hidden between the blades of my razor, between each pearl-glazed tooth. ...

she spent all day ripping crayola to pieces, rainbows stuck beneath her fingernails -- colorsticks soon mashed together, flecks of a childhood blown to smithereens littering the lonely Spanish tiles ...

Is it enough to feel? Waking up flat-backed in the woodwork of my coffin, and I can smell that you were here. After bleeding from the sides where you used ...

they splutter The Old Lie into our beer caked speakers at this open mic night, every man with bohemian rhapsody splattered down their tux and ties, every lady batting mascara ...

Allow yourself perchance to dream for seam upon seam of this world is unyielding to all of our happenstance themes. Call I a Jesus, who overseas dwells in a world ...

Brown sweat on my fingerprints, I wipe acoustics’s brow again with a rag from the stranger's Levi jeans. It's stained with holy water and blotches the souls we've bled profuse ...

One does not begin to describe loss - the words were never there. It can be told from an army of saltine crackers and music blasting static sorrows into the ...

The entire industry had frozen under twenty feet of spite and ice. I always told you that you were too much for me -- your hands engulfed mine, my tiny ...

never try to eat your husband's coffee dregs. keep your headache in the bottle, keep your tongue in your mouth. it's not uncommon to consider slitting your wrists on the ...

the taste of cotton wakes you up in some no-hour, windowless room. rubbing flakes of caked eye makeup on cement floors, you crawl into your coat and down the sidewalk ...

On the corner of applecharm and golden butters, where breads mix in with cinnamon and skirts flutter in the absence of crows, culture breeds beneath bare feet on cobblestones. Lonely ...

I run my fingers down the wood that once formed the cross of Jesus; it lines these walls, it keeps the winter out. Shades of sepia streetlights and monochrome moonglow ...

You walk in on me where I've bled all over your kitchen floor. It's watery, dripping over all the sugars that I've been measuring and weighing for the past forty ...

Given: Love is all you need. I want to fall on you like silk tonight, folding and flowing holy water in every dented imperfection in which your true soul resides. ...

The old man breaks bark off of the tree that's stood solitary between fence posts for three months - he waters grasses that have turned a sickly green, running printless ...

These days, I find myself in cotton robes, arms stuffed in straight-jacket sweaters, deodorant lining my untanned skin. The dust of my porcelain tears stains my pillow white, and I ...

A bowl of soup in the summer, completely lukewarm, smiles sickly up at me, and I swish away old reflections of you: they've grown into the bottom of my bowls ...

Her footsteps rattled, gum at the bottom of an empty coke can, aluminum trinkets and dead flavors stuck inside her veins. Broken bones stuffed underneath fabric, she was unethical, crooked ...

I'm on your front lawn, head between my knees, whispering prayers into the soil that's been scuffed up by my pacing feet -- It's been hours, now and three feet ...

I long to catch a greyhound, spotted with a silver diet drink and sharp toes cutting her path down these city streets. I want to teach her my name, sandwich ...

The skitter of the needle on the record, and I can see you eyes - sick, wolflike - twitching in seas of grays, a quality of consciousness as clear as ...

Paperless poet, snatching rocks off the road and pocketing them like heads-up pennies, blooming roadkill up ahead, plastic shimmering red and blue bursts of beauty. Unwalked land has blades of ...

Twenty four perfect flowers: blooms open, white, like pearls pressed into pristine petals, and they whisper the smell of sunshine into the lazy wisps of afternoon breeze. Beneath them, soil, ...

How long can Christ breathe out? The gears of my personal industry of ambition grind out the friction of my traditions. Bare legs beat and kick into the night's heat, ...

You crawl through the back door and knock on the side of my cell phone. I wake in the hive of mornings to your voice, swooning security that keeps these ...

S(p)liced thighs form his bedspread these days. He teaches her independence in self-consummation - makes her spine by breaking backbones with granite fists. She sobs that she's bleeding white bits ...

The words I had to say had washed up at the bottom of a tin can of cancer - it's hollow ring sounding church bells in my head, while my ...

as i leave the smell of sound behind with the city, my marveled stars begin to grow cold and darkling: there is only beauty in the presence of life. each ...

"Love of mine, someday you will die --but I'll be close behind,I'll follow you into the dark.."--Death Cab for Cutie There's no definite placement to any of my memories that ...

My impulses bring the relationship to strobe-light flickers, and your flares speak, “Who doesn’t love the occasional black out?” I’m sorry that most of our time is spent in a ...

je ne sais quoi blossoms from the unblemished pores of children, breezy in the world's new spotless sunshine. evanescent laughter floats the summer air, popping wings on harsh words, but ...

On that night of side stream smoke, I sat amongst men whose shoulders’ slope showed smiles that come hard fade harder, like forcing beauty into stones. Our friendship had lit ...

The gears of this world are well-oiled with sweat from our brows and backs, black tides of war clicking over latitudes and longitudes and dashing down minutes to the next ...

I threatened to frame myself in a young boys mind, wrapped so carelessly in cottons, using only my salty eyes and sand-tangled hair. I could hear the flutter and click ...

These days we are reminded that we are the haunted, not the haunts, of this town. Standing on doorsteps, calm as air before a storm, we find ourselves caught in ...

Sick from yeastless bread, I keep my tongue at the top of my mouth and await your return in the doorway, chill filling the front hall - I still think ...

I found you in some of the out-of-focus pictures from a couple of years ago. In a way, I’m glad I never said I loved you. I let you fly ...

red knuckles blister and pop, (white bone and whiplash) longing to knead calluses in fleshy whores, harvests of wheat and cherries and lips. but these last few weeks will grind ...

Rushed moments in an adrenaline scramble for success, our kisses missing each other in an electrical storm between synapses and society. We, anger issues and beauty-chasing aside, are a passionless ...

Is nothing just a part of everything, as shadows are to empty light and how blackness is the presense of color? Dark air from the smoldering cigarettes of war burn ...

a sidestreet memorial in shambles; i, standing on the corner of these two suburban lanes, half dumbstruck that i left my heart throbbing on my kitchen table, half horrified that ...

chapter 16, a zenith before the penny drop - the slight of hand before the clash; a clatter and fields of copper leaves plummet into the depths of our aching ...

Dried palms crumple to the soil of these streets, blazing fields of sunsets on every suburban lawn. Amongst these crinkled veins, grains of harvest are reaped, scythes slicing the youth ...

I think people are afraid of your personal poems. that the earth is never as permeable as it is,I know what this means, but taken literally, it's awkward. If it ...

Shells crushed down to nothing, but in an echo,there is a soul there on the winter's shore. I am a woman bloomed too early, who still bleeds from bullet holes. ...

I find that my life has been lost – all I recorded on sad scraps of hotel paper has found its home under Oxford-clad feet: between the rich and the ...

(I doubt I will ever write a poem for someone again. It's a sad attempt.) our heartstrings may be as lithe as the branches crowning dew-drenched trees - but where ...

wine glass on the kitchen table, ninety percent empty. pills - three white, one crushed, the rest taken. and in the dismal solitude of her house, she weeps - one ...

The subject came up about rehab, whilst I swallowed sour pills long fermenting in your sidestreet pockets, And you said "If only I was there, to change the way it ...

I met midnight knowing I'd been used, but you had the decency to let me sit until morning, wallowing in the sweat of my insecurity, so at dawn I reeked ...

I am compost. I am a bag of waste, I am a mistake of ligaments and scars and I am the empty, flashing remains since the creation of electrons, I ...