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Religious Blur
She threw her morals aside
And picked up the Bible -
A painful decision it hurt her to make.
"There is no God!" she proclaimed to all.
The unreciprocated love she felt
Was proof enough for her.
The death of loved ones,
The power of the idiotic -
Nothing but sweet stupidities
In the great show and tell of the cosmos.
And then one day God came down to earth -
And he was a vengeful God.
He told her how wrong she was,
So she spit in his face.
"You don't exist!" she said.
And in a puff of smoke he was gone.
Tearfully, she opened the
"Good book"
She read page after page
Tearing each one after the other.
And into the bonfire the pages went the papers.
And the smoke cleared.
And she was content.
Disclaimer
So I did it because I loved the feel of his body.
And he made me feel wonderful,
Like some awful drug.
And I did it because I wanted him -
Hands of obscurity and blind faith,
Always willing,
Wanting to please.
And I did it because he challenged me,
Dared me to love him.
And I did it because it was good,
And I liked it.
And so did he.
Then it stopped
And I felt like a whore,
Just like my mother told me.
And I tried to pretend,
But it was just too late.
And he unsuccessful string of lovers came,
But no one quite fit.
And now I sit waiting -
For you.
Untitled
I wear my sorrow on my sleeve
For all the world to see.
And where I go, undoubtedly,
My sorrow follows me.
It has no invitation,
Though I doubt that it would care,
For every time I turn away
I feel its presence there.
And late at night, amid the sheets,
A loneliness occurs.
My sorrow keeps it company,
And both are soon deferred.
Leaves of Freedom
They dance to the ground;
Swirling colors with transparent partners.
No limbs with which to flail
No voices with which to scream.
Soulless slaves bound to the fate of the earth.
Brittle and contorted,
Red, Yellow,
Auburn, gold.
They could wait to be plucked,
Yet they choose to let go,
And in a downward spiral they plunge.
Away, away, away...
If ever I could achieve this bliss
I would truly be worthy of your
Blossom.
So Called Guardians
It's their house,
It's their rules,
Maybe that's why we're paying rent.
That's why we're on welfare.
That's why we use food stamps.
That's why we're exposed to second-hand smoke.
How can such morons exist?
What the hell are they thinking?
It's not a case of age before beauty,
But of age before intelligence.
Poet in Motion
Tears dripping from her pen
She sobs amid messy blankets
Strewn haphazardly about the bed
She had to learn the hard way
Loneliness is awe-full
People from two different worlds never mix
They merely collide
Good poets never lead good lives
They just fade away
Untitled
Pain,
Pain,
Sheets of dread,
Sheltered sarcasm
Sleathly sped.
Words of rapture
Tintabulate hills.
Don't you know that thinking kills?
Green-Eyed Boy
What would you do if I gazed into your soul?
Those moody green eyes
Staring back at me.
Forget all the cheesy love sonnets of times past.
You can gaze into a soul when
You can walk on water.
If I like your green eyes
Then I'll write you a masterpiece -
A whole fucking epic...
Although I doubt I'd stop at your eyes.
Letter and punctuation with lewd connotations.
Nooks,
Crannies,
Expired poetic licenses -
Just to tell you you're hot.
Yikes!
Rose is Rose by Several Names
Can't wait to gaze into your eyes
Then dive deep down between your thighs -
Don't care what's right or wrong or wise,
Just close your lids and scream.
Can't wait to taste your luscious lips,
To feel the curvature of your hips,
Then lose in you my distal tips -
If you know what I mean.
Can't wait to lay down on you chest
From all that work I'll need a rest
'Cause after all, babe, I'm the best
And you'll know when you've seen.
Limerick
They sat discussing virginity
While wolfing down Divinity
"A man's great when he scores,
Yet all women are whores!"
This discussion will last for infinity.
See with Your Eyes, Not with Your Hands
These kisses aren't for you,
This outfit isn't either.
And neither are these Stilettos
Or this perfect V-neck cleavage
You never wanted me or my Birkenstocks,
Just thin, trim, pretty Goldielocks.
Go fuck yourself and maybe then
You'll recollect, remember when
The moment it was right for you
Despite the shit you put me through;
The tears I cried,
The nights I died,
The times I won't remember why.
And all for what?
A bitter self-promotion freak
With narrow wits and logic weak.
And although you can do the math
You haven't seen my darkest wrath.
To leave you lonely,
Sugar dear,
And that, I think's, your greatest fear.
Written in the Rain
No redemption for empty emotions
Shallow, hollow...
Nothing ever good
Comes of longing over
Someone and
Something you
Can't and will
Never have, nor you would
Ever want.
You can fuck all the people in the world and till
Never feel anything even
Closely resembling
Love.
Yet if there isn't someone there
To warm you when you're cold
Or comfort you when you're bold
Nothing
Seems
Right.
Rain, Rain Go Away
Rain down on me 'till I don't feel no more,
'Till I don't cry no more,
'Till I don't hurt no more.
Rain down on me 'till it don't rain no more.
Let it rain.
Let it pour.
Let it storm.
Fall unto me 'till I don't pain no more,
'Till I don't ask no more,
'Till I don't want no more.
Fall unto me 'till you can't fall no more.
Let us fall.
Let us dive.
Let us mourn.
Why We Went Metric
Your sharp green eyes stare into me with
Sweet, languid aggression.
I love every second of your face.
You do not smile,
But crinkle the corners of your
Thin, crescent lips.
Secretly you love the attention.
I can see it in your brow.
Don't think for a minute that I don't know how
I slide into your subconscious
Like a cheap hooker into satin sheets.
You want me to want you but don't want me back.
Every hour of every day I agonize,
But that's okay, because I don't really need you...
Well, perhaps I do,
But I won't waste eternity deciding.
Field of Dreams (sorry, can't think of a less cheesy title)
Come to the field where the grass lay low
And I'll show you a trick or two.
'Lo the stars' tepid shine,
And the moon's vacant glow,
I will roll you in cold morning dew.
Kiss me in the field where the grass lay low
And I'll taste of your sweet tongue and lips.
With your hands pressing mine,
And our legs intertwined,
I will put to good use your trim hips.
Deep in the field where the grass lays low
I remember the sight of your face.
And the sight where we lay
Still can't keep me away
As I recollect falling from grace.
Why I Can't
Suicide's a selfish act.
I cannot bear to press down even momentarily
As I trace my wrist with the sharp metal
I think of you probably more than you think of me,
But I know you care.
There is no way you can't.
A piece of you will be me forever.
When I see my reflection in the blade,
I see you behind me.
If I hold not the knife, I see you not.
Much sorrow rests on your weary soul
And you need not more.
Your pain is my own -
And I for one know,
You don't need a knife in my wrist
And I don't need a pain in your heart.
I'll love you forever,
Your little girl.
Typical
"You laugh because I'm different.
I laugh because you're all the same."
I saw that on a tee-shirt once.
They mass-produce them.
Life Sucks My Diction
I don't know if you
Know how
It feels
But I
Do
All I can
You know
How it feels
For a girl
With no family
Is just a
Girl
You need to come to
Your senses
Are clouded
Like Drano in a sink
When finally it all just
Goes down
On you
Chill
It's cold when you're alone,
Nowhere to go.
You are frigid and aching -
A soul without a body.
No warmth or
Blanket of security.
Just you.
And the darkness closes in.
The sun sets and you remain.
Just you.
Frozen.
All That I Wanted
Tears fall slowly,
To my stiff upper lip.
And they linger like salt,
Although they are bitter.
They taste so stupid
Because of his ignorance.
He'd never know;
He would never give me a chance.
He never tasted me
As I now taste him.
He tastes like jealousy
And everything I had ever wanted.
But I'll never have him
And now I don't think I'll ever want him again.
It Really Is Your Loss
I am pretty,
So fuck you.
And I am sexy,
So fuck you.
Don't say that I'm fat
Because you're too skinny anyway.
And girls with glasses are a major turn on -
Everyone knows that.
My freckles give me character
And yours are too few and far between.
Not a word about my teeth.
A gap means you'll go places in life -
And that you give great head,
But it's not like you'll ever know.
Locke Me Up
I want you to take control over me,
But let me be your weakness.
Don't be my Ashley Wilkes
When all I want is Rhett Butler.
I'll bring the silk ties,
And you bring the handcuffs.
Teach me about literature
And I'll show you some juxtapositions.
Drive-By
And why not?
Why shouldn't you be popular?
Fawned over by women galore?
Distract me into oblivion?
Why not?
It's not as if you make me anxious,
It couldn't be that.
Why does everyone stare?
Do I make myself so obvious?
I can't.
But as you drive by in your shiny SUV
With the platinum blonde on the
Passenger side,
I sit here and wait at the bus
Stop.
Strong and Mellow
WIth the certainty of my cries,
You pull the lash back fast.
You want to get it over with
So we can move on.
I pull off the faded corset,
The one with the burst elastic entrails.
You take out the stub of a candle
And melt the wax to my chest.
It still stings, but not like before.
When you bend me over
It's almost as sexy as yesterday.
Almost.
Your insults are as fresh as last night's semen,
And the opera tickets lie
On the refrigerator door -
Unused.
Used
Rows and columns of letters and numbers
Surround me in a threatening manner.
The college book store that sells
Writing tablets and pencils,
Calculators and pens,
Books:
New and used.
That horrid yellow sticker catches my eye,
And he walks on past me.
Last night was nothing but
The stars in the sky and his dick in my mouth.
I'd say his pleasure gave me mine,
But with the lights off
I could not even see him peak -
Although I felt it at the time.
I feel nothing now,
But gaze at the ragged, dog-eared paperbacks
With the marigold labels
And think.
Twenty-Something Males
I'm not really looking for a girlfriend
RIght now,
But take off your pants and let's see
What happens.
Bow to me as though I am your master and
I'll hold you like I'm a committed lover,
Even though I'm not looking for a girlfriend
Right now,
But suck my cock like you mean it and we'll see
What happens.
Make me breakfast to show me you care and
I'll smile at you lovingly while recollecting that
I'm not really looking for a girlfriend
Right now,
But tell me I've been your greatest lover and I'll see
What happens.
Call me a few days later all hot and bothered, and
I'll tell you about how
I'm not really looking for a girlfriend
Right now,
But I guess you weren't listening to me, and that's just
What happens.