after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster
san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
