In the golden brown evening of midsummer, I fell down a canal of carnal desire. My beloved, she gifted me a wicker basket, pregnant with cherries all the way to the brim. When the blue men, dressed in blue coats and tall blue hats, found me on the edge of the conifer wood, hands dripping thickly with red, mouth stained maroon, they cuffed my cherry-kissed wrists. Now I remain in the dusken dungeon... » Continue Reading
If you were to snap a collar around my neck, snug cotton, the cold press of metal rings, my knees would fold like poorly structured paper airplanes. Maybe I'm some kind of desperate pervert for even entertaining the thought- but if I were yours, I would behave like the best trained dog at the dog show, I swear it. You could kick me all you like, I'd only whimper, Dear. If you asked me to, I would ... » Continue Reading
This is a rewrite of a poem I wrote about a year ago. I did not eat for two weeks Following the night I gifted you my knuckle bones. You may not know this, but there are no "knuckle" bones. » Continue Reading
I, coyote coyote meaning solitary solitary meaning myself I am myself in company of fleas or perfectly fine friends we are destitute to lives of barely brushing worlds for the lonesome coyote is quiet on it's feet and barely noticeable against sand and gravel » Continue Reading
I got a couple things in the mail today. some things I have been quit anxiously awaiting because they are SO stellar and I have been wanting them for so long. the COOLEST Converse ever made. these are literally my dream shoes. so happy I have these now/ :P » Continue Reading
can you tell I'm still a kid? can you tell I'm still a kid? from my favorite book to the way I write my name? can you tell I haven't left yet? can you tell I'm still a kid? can you tell I'm still a kid? the way I shuffle dollar bills in my hand and the way I go grocery shopping and only buy sugary snacks? the way I carry cotton-stuffed friends in my bag because I miss them, because I am lonely? ca... » Continue Reading
I bought this tiny leather book today containing a short poetic tale about a sailor named Enoch Arden being lost at sea and his poor, mournful wife. it was a fun, simple read and I liked the story. the book contains some other poems and they're all sea themed as well, written by Alfred Lord Tennyson. since the books about the size of some playing cards I'll probably just keep it in my bag to have ... » Continue Reading
It feels so very good to dip my fingers into the weeping laceration. The flesh there is soft and wet. The deeper I paw within it, the more the edges of the wound flare out, the flesh becoming bruised and numb with pain. I have a stab wound here and bullet hole there. They bleed equally, but they hurt in different ways. The stab wound stings. it feels like my flesh is flayed, cut throat to crotch.... » Continue Reading