I cannot describe.
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FlutterShutWe steal hours from sunshine The orange glow lighting your skin And forgiveness lighting mineFlutterShut
If we lie in the shadows then no-one can see us
4 days two weeks three minutes ago I dropped my words in front of you and couldnt manage to pick them up We banged heads as we knelt down You laughed and mentioned something about missedcoincedenceshowareyouhowsyourparents
Your eyes were still the same shade of blue And your hands set my skin alight as you brushed my hair from my face
 


Sorry“All I need is you”Sorry
“I can’t ever give you what you need”
It was the first time I became aware of my heart stopping - sedated and still.
Banging away in my metal-rimmed ribcage, it was silenced. Glistening with diamonds That no one wanted to buy.
I’d never had so many words to say And so little breath to say them
Or a mouth that said so little.
I won’t let this break us.
Undefeated I want to rise from your ashes and spit out
cheek bones like chalk dust.
You leave a taste in my mouth that’s bitter; dark chocolate, &n


Green, Green, Green.When I stood on that ledge beneath that great green beyond and plunged into a digital bath courtesy of the Deftones,Green, Green, Green.
you were standing there. Pouting
because you thought I was playing favorites, when really I was just playing
You.
And when I sprinted down that bright green blunder, it reminded me of the first time we met up on the golf course at three in the morning and ran (booked it, if you will) from that bacon-strip prick, feet slapping against the wet,
sex hair un-kempt, ducking behind that sandy


Amber sayswith slight regret, heels spill through gutter-gapsAmber says
on her way to work. She sucks on cysts and apricot skin,
and spits out old eyelashes. Amber un-tacks shopping lists
plus seven men from her fridge at the start of each month.
She buys new dresses with store cards and smashes cups on the kitchen floor. Amber does not like: 1) postcards, 2) hugs or 3) thermal coats. She holds a cannonball to her stomach.
Amber has decided to die within the next two years. She laughs when I cry
so the obese words sit in my voice box like a bad joke. She unloads her moods onto ferris wheels,


Like She Did.A mattress places spatially on the living room floor breathing always blinking the space between his still face and the ceiling empty to the naked eye, filled with thoughts.Like She Did.
Though his face stayed still always still fingers tightly grasped holding onto her memory. He make no attempt to keep her, always wondered if it could last, if his face wasn’t still always still afraid of breathing always blinking afraid someone would take his breath away like she did.

love your work.. keep it up
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I am buttered
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
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Holy rising hemlines, Batman!
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*To create an impact, you need to go to the limit, though with the foots in the earth*
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I'm so goth, I have a fishnet umbrella.
Still will put pink wig in front of wang and take photo for sex.
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