Friday, February 25, 2011

words that cut

"it's no fun till someone dies"
the words echoed inside her
vibrating. caressing.

the words on the page she happened to be reading
suddenly bolder
more in focus
(sharp enough to cut her milky white skin)

she stared until she was certain
no, it wasn't a trick

her mind came alive at
the thought of death
(a revelation that pleased as much as it frightened)

she knew death well,
a confidant it seems

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

happy valentines day

the wind sings a song of torment
a constant string of lashings to your
ever tender ego

love is illusive
and you lack the ability
to decipher the code

so your words spill out of your mouth
the sentences you form are more disconcerting
then the sound of your mother making love

"humility" not being part of your ever-shrinking vocabulary
you continue onto a path of sure destruction

walk oh oblivious one
onward to your destiny of despair.

Monday, February 14, 2011


today i'm 99% sure i got fired.

here are more life in shitty cell phone pictures

ps. i'm wearing a neck pillow and watching king of the hill while drinking beers. have been for hours.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


thirsty souls
yearn for love

silence is violence
so shut the

and let me wallow in this

this corner speaks only to me
i know its language well
the seductive voice
opposite of reason

it tells me to touch myself
- to jump off and die smiling

the feeling of kneeling is too sweet to ignore

Thursday, February 3, 2011


i'd always wanted to know
the feeling of warmth deep inside.

i should have known you'd never let me down
all my doubts, now laid to rest

as i lay here witness to your great kindness
.when all is considered i suppose i (could) find it sweet
that you remembered
my disdain for cold.

the smile that stretched across your lips
you're eyes widening as i grew wetter,
reflected in mine

you promised you'd stay until the end
and you're a man of your word.

'till the last drop.

always surprised

another note
another night

it all flashes.
to be honest ,
it astounds me

here i am,
with hardly anything to say
and this screen is filled with letters.

combine them.
they usually translate
into pure sexuality


greedy hands/
the sweat they suffer daily make them soft on her skin


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