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Poet Introduction
Holy shit!
Tell me again

#lust
#obsession
#orgasm
#porn
#sex
441 reads
18 Comments
Romance and your bouncing boner
So I wanted to be a fucking
faerie princess and make out
in a damn daisy field
maybe frolic a bit
and get a little handsy
maybe get a little more
And I am a fucking vision
in a gauzy spring gown
and not much else
halo headband over my
shampoo-commercial perfect hair
as I sit in this field
surrounded by the
flowers and
the goddamn nature and
your naked ass
I struggle
because you swore if
I made you do this
you’d do it naked
and you...
faerie princess and make out
in a damn daisy field
maybe frolic a bit
and get a little handsy
maybe get a little more
And I am a fucking vision
in a gauzy spring gown
and not much else
halo headband over my
shampoo-commercial perfect hair
as I sit in this field
surrounded by the
flowers and
the goddamn nature and
your naked ass
I struggle
because you swore if
I made you do this
you’d do it naked
and you...
#obsession
#passion
#romantic #sex
#romantic #sex
236 reads
11 Comments
Clear conversation

#BDSM
#lust
#obsession #passion
#obsession #passion
282 reads
8 Comments
Amnesia and the taste of pleather
My love notes on your shirt
grew as sticky
as the air
in my wasted lungs
and the feel of your
forehead against mine
scared the shit out of me. again.
angered me. again.
fucked me up in what I
can only brand as the
flavor of
us;
and our version of love
is poison in a diet-coke can
served ice-fucking cold
again.
your warm mouth traced
hope on my...
grew as sticky
as the air
in my wasted lungs
and the feel of your
forehead against mine
scared the shit out of me. again.
angered me. again.
fucked me up in what I
can only brand as the
flavor of
us;
and our version of love
is poison in a diet-coke can
served ice-fucking cold
again.
your warm mouth traced
hope on my...
#forgiveness
#hope
#hurt
#lust
#obsession
215 reads
10 Comments
but can you l*ve me in the dark
I couldn’t pay the light bill
when you left
so I stand in the dark
like a wraith
waiting for a taste
of an unwilling soul
and you came in
using your cell-phone flashlight
like you were in a rock concert,
or hunting for buried treasure,
or seeking initials carved into
a dusty mantle.
my pupils split as you
brought harsh light
into a world
only lit by missed dreams
small plinks of blood
puddled against my
shoeless feet,
my fingers
splintered cacti ...
when you left
so I stand in the dark
like a wraith
waiting for a taste
of an unwilling soul
and you came in
using your cell-phone flashlight
like you were in a rock concert,
or hunting for buried treasure,
or seeking initials carved into
a dusty mantle.
my pupils split as you
brought harsh light
into a world
only lit by missed dreams
small plinks of blood
puddled against my
shoeless feet,
my fingers
splintered cacti ...
#hurt
#obsession
#passion
206 reads
10 Comments
the stars I was born under were f**king c**ts
I was born without luck.
I had to shove a rabbit’s foot
up my ass and tape
four-leaf clovers to my nipples
just to get through the day
without disaster.
But the tape always wore out
and the rabbit’s foot gave
me crack-rot
so I made my own luck
by working circles
around anyone near me
and cutting a few well-placed throats.
Something stilled
when we stood in a steam-fillwd
shower, my forehead pressed
against your aching back
until I swore my skin
could taste your thoughts
I...
I had to shove a rabbit’s foot
up my ass and tape
four-leaf clovers to my nipples
just to get through the day
without disaster.
But the tape always wore out
and the rabbit’s foot gave
me crack-rot
so I made my own luck
by working circles
around anyone near me
and cutting a few well-placed throats.
Something stilled
when we stood in a steam-fillwd
shower, my forehead pressed
against your aching back
until I swore my skin
could taste your thoughts
I...
#lust
#obsession
#passion
189 reads
9 Comments
lifeline
your need is a
noose
and I’m
emotionally
suicidal
noose
and I’m
emotionally
suicidal
#lust
#minimalist
#obsession
232 reads
12 Comments
I’ll meet you there
my tears burn
your mangled
thumb as you
gently cup
my cheeck this
last time
last
time
our foreheads pressed,
eyes closed
whispering
I’m sorry
like a mantra from
both mouths
my hands are fists
in your shirt
deformed to the
taste of holding on
to something
we let die
a few times back
and I’m sorry
this time
because I want to
fold in your arms
like a...
your mangled
thumb as you
gently cup
my cheeck this
last time
last
time
our foreheads pressed,
eyes closed
whispering
I’m sorry
like a mantra from
both mouths
my hands are fists
in your shirt
deformed to the
taste of holding on
to something
we let die
a few times back
and I’m sorry
this time
because I want to
fold in your arms
like a...
#breakup
#love
#obsession
#passion
#sadness
379 reads
15 Comments
Our song made me hide in a taco joint
You called me
your beloved
as your misty
body broke my
reservations
and my granite soul
melted
at your tender
generosity
and the honest way
you wanted me to heal
my heart.
my whole fucking heart
I need you
I walked Savannnah
and found a taco joint
in the middle of a suburb
and our song came on
the muzac speaker
some 1990s
ballad with quavering
voices singing trite
notes to words
that somehow
became a vow
...
your beloved
as your misty
body broke my
reservations
and my granite soul
melted
at your tender
generosity
and the honest way
you wanted me to heal
my heart.
my whole fucking heart
I need you
I walked Savannnah
and found a taco joint
in the middle of a suburb
and our song came on
the muzac speaker
some 1990s
ballad with quavering
voices singing trite
notes to words
that somehow
became a vow
...
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#love
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7 Comments
blasphemed
the pellucid
glow of the
motel light
creases your
face
and you look
like the fallen god
I used to worship
shoulders curled
in the pervading glow
as if your throat-slitting,
fuck talk harmed you
most
you left your mark
on me
you certainly did that.
ribbons of my skin
decay in your nail beds
and there’s a hopeful
glint in the far left
of your cornea
as if you hold hope
while my flesh
molds in a pile
next to your...
glow of the
motel light
creases your
face
and you look
like the fallen god
I used to worship
shoulders curled
in the pervading glow
as if your throat-slitting,
fuck talk harmed you
most
you left your mark
on me
you certainly did that.
ribbons of my skin
decay in your nail beds
and there’s a hopeful
glint in the far left
of your cornea
as if you hold hope
while my flesh
molds in a pile
next to your...
#anger
#lust
#obsession
247 reads
12 Comments
Intrusive thoughts
I was on the top
of a Civil War fort
with no guardrails
as the Georgia
sky shone cold
blue sun at my
wind-chapped face
I looked over the side
and spent the next
10 minutes imagining
if I accidentally
cannonballed off
the ramparts
to the
grass/cement/tour guide
below
Intrusive thoughts
Brain burps
little blips of
cerebral gas
and tonight
we broke the
bed frame
then put
the mattress
on the floor
to sleep
but my...
of a Civil War fort
with no guardrails
as the Georgia
sky shone cold
blue sun at my
wind-chapped face
I looked over the side
and spent the next
10 minutes imagining
if I accidentally
cannonballed off
the ramparts
to the
grass/cement/tour guide
below
Intrusive thoughts
Brain burps
little blips of
cerebral gas
and tonight
we broke the
bed frame
then put
the mattress
on the floor
to sleep
but my...
#anxiety
#dark
#lust #obsession
#lust #obsession
191 reads
9 Comments
That knock on my broken screen door
The neighbors
sit on broken
lawn chairs
as I run screaming
down our dirt road
throwing empty
beer cans
at the car you
stole to
leave me
And they offer me
sympathetic
glares and shots
of whisky
while taking in
the green-stick
break on my heart
(I fell down the stairs)
the two purple
fist marks
on my soul
(I ran into a wall)
And the missing
patches of
self worth
that looked
like they were
yanked out ...
sit on broken
lawn chairs
as I run screaming
down our dirt road
throwing empty
beer cans
at the car you
stole to
leave me
And they offer me
sympathetic
glares and shots
of whisky
while taking in
the green-stick
break on my heart
(I fell down the stairs)
the two purple
fist marks
on my soul
(I ran into a wall)
And the missing
patches of
self worth
that looked
like they were
yanked out ...
#lust
#obsession
#shame
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10 Comments
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