Did you think, you were worming your way into my heart? Did I surprise, you Worm out, the soggy bits till you hit the rotten core – ah, you found my dirty little secret.
i write because it’s the only thing — besides chocolate — that i have not gotten sick of yet.
so i dive into the sea of words and playthings,
blue, blue, blue, bubbling.
lie to me
put your sweet cheek on my face and lie to me.
look away from her, and look at me. i know i’m not the same as i used to be but
just lie to me.
Wish for heartbreaks to heal, for problems and bothers to cease and end, for peace from land to land. But wishes are wishes and wishes do nothing but wishful thinking, make you blue.
They Float up, Like hot air balloons. Glowing like a million, Prayers To You
when it rains, it pours bent over your little old body gingerly gingerly gingerly
one step forward. lift sink a dent in the thick air so thin like the sand of time slipping through my fingers. the grainy pieces like fracture remind me of the tiny dimples on her, cheeks the round little pockets enough to hold me
Red. Bloody red. I see red and red all over. Wine red bleached with black, delicious -- Some times she gets so crazy I I just want to seize her Dig my nails into the ball of her shoulder Pin her against the wall and and rattle her ding ding dong Pull on miss goldilocks of the valley Until she bleeds Rip from the roots Torn from the seeds Until I see red.
I want to sleep but I don’t have the courage to close my eyes for fear of what I might see when I open them tomorrow morning Out the window she stood under that lamp post with the yellow umbrella I gave her last October and that green scarf I liked Her hair in the wind; her brown eyes staring at the gutter seeing her reflection from the dirt stained ground Continue reading "The Aftermath"
November 14, snow began to fall Red sweater, sleeves too long; black pants too short Three holes in his worn out shoes, a large pair of frames on his snow clad nose. Ruffled hair He stared at the closed gates and laughed like an idiot. She just agreed to his dinner date. When Diana rested and Apollo slept, the sky was dark with no stars in sight He would polish his dad’s black leather shoes, straighten the bow tie on his penguin suit Midnight, his hunchback mother would ask, “who is she? this girl you are off to see?” Continue reading "14 12 18"