Saturday, January 25, 2014

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Defamed names and depettled roses 
She sat with tabloids beneath one hands pink painted nails 
The other hand picking 
"He loves me, he loves me not" 
Innocent underneath all that was not a lot 
Draping from her body 
Red lipstick covered her Cupid's bow 
And sighs of sad came through her undiscovered mouth 
The pictures screamed skinny, skinny under glossy paper 
And she huffed 
"He loves me not" 

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Swinging chairs

I've been to Coney Island 
I saw the carnies and furtively unearthed their secret desire 
To be enjoyed, admired, loved 
I loved them 
Just the way a sister loves hers 
I pushed my index finger against the enormous trouble aching in my temples 
I couldn't defeat the sound of anguish in their laughter 
So I rode the cyclone til the cyclops had three eyes and I vomited my heart 
I left it there at Coney Island between his and the redheads hands
I whispered come back to me when I've been fucked 
But it won't return til I have been loved 
I thought it might be you that returned my treasured organ but you 
Were nothing more than a game piece I guess 
Because she refuses to come back 

Monday, January 20, 2014

Marker tattoos

Falling for you was as easy as dozing off on a purple skied night 
you made me feel like more than my mother made me out to be 
I hate that I couldn't choke out please that last time we spoke 
I hope you can find solace in solemn thoughts of me and that 
My arms are remembered warmer than how cold they feel tonight 
Cold cuz I cut them again and even 'neath my pillow I feel them drain 
Cold cuz you imbued freezing melancholy into my veins 
Cold cuz that's exactly how I was made 


Thursday, January 16, 2014

I crashed my car

before the existence of the two of you 
you were fine with your cherry plump cheeks and the way your voice wrasped
you could count your cares on one hand and 
stand 
without thoughts of his lip kisses and smirks 
erasing the memory's from the albums doesn't work to
do the mending of broken heart 
art is what you want to make now but not kind like before
spiteful and screaming paint splattered poetry
you don't even really know anything but his name
he laughs in pictures with pretty girls 
with angled eyes and you despise his wiseness now
because it makes you sad you've lost it 
but he never belonged to you 
he was a vessel empty of the entity that wanted you once
be careful not to cry too much 
your irises envy the tearlessness of angle eyed girls

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Burned

Her lipglossed butts glowed from the ashtray and I could still hear her giggle from New York City.
She said she wanted to be where the lights pretty I'd guessed poetically. I shouldnt't have let her throw down her curling iron on our hardwood floor because it not only burned a perfect line against the grain but it remained to haunt me every time the roughness caught my sock. She was wonderous in everyway and I hadn't done anything good to deserve my time with her yet I felt robbed by her runway.
Olivia had been, at one time, mine but Johnny cash's ballad of a teenage queen proved wrong in my instance; she hadn't returned to me. 

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Tired

You think it's funny that we went there 
When we're so familiar but I think it sweet 
That we 
Finally found our lips locking on the walk we took to talk 
About last night
I can't read your shaky signs 
So please be 
Explicit in explaining your feelings 
For me

Monday, January 6, 2014

Earbuds

Empty chairs wait for planted asses 
For hours of institutional instruction
While these bums wiggle for blood circulation 
The brains belonging to them beg for sustinence 
Josey Jean waits patiently craving to stand 
And 
taste tabs after her dismissal 
While Henry Humbert wishes to hurry home to Xbox and porn
We all want out 

Thursday, January 2, 2014

thats all

planted one on me then
ran away
school boy
I love you
please stay

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Please don't not call

I've been waiting by the phone like 
I were younger than I am 
And it's the sound of silence that's starting to break me 

Please don't not call 
I've never missed a laugh so much 
Or the anticipation in the quiet while you think  
I miss seeing your name 
And knowing you want me 
Do you still want me? 
If you do 
Please don't not call