fat puppies
with floppy ears.
sleeping cats
with their swishing
tails.
sigh
chocolate icecreams
with bournvita powder toppings
and gems.
yumm
curly hair.
collars open at the
throat.
rolled up sleeves.
nonchalance n sarcasm.
heartbeat stopping
smiles.
the sound of
distorted crunchy guitars
make me so wet.
wild sex
and talking
in the
afterglow.
i know i'll hear you
when the lights go out.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
hey you....
i love the sound of your name, like a heartbeat it waits, pulsing on my lips. and i love this waiting and the fact that i know you're waiting too, for a little something, a little everything.
so i hope you'll understand what's not being said here
and i hope you'll know and hear and see what's hidden here
because time's running out
and there's little i can say
that i wouldn't take back later....
Monday, March 16, 2009
Him again
Frailty encompasses in a thick shroud
Bound to immorality, a scapegoat
Your life, your thought
Immeasurable to a point
"I hate it when you forget..."
And there are choices that we made
Holding us prisoners in little black boxes
And if we could step out for a moment
I bet I could hear your mind again.
And our words remain etched
In deep recesses
Ready to burst out
At a moment's notice
Destroying everything in it's wake
"I hate it when I remember..."
Finish me off
Before I submit
Choked for air
Occupied, owned, resurrected
From thin air
I stand
Incomplete...
Bound to immorality, a scapegoat
Your life, your thought
Immeasurable to a point
"I hate it when you forget..."
And there are choices that we made
Holding us prisoners in little black boxes
And if we could step out for a moment
I bet I could hear your mind again.
And our words remain etched
In deep recesses
Ready to burst out
At a moment's notice
Destroying everything in it's wake
"I hate it when I remember..."
Finish me off
Before I submit
Choked for air
Occupied, owned, resurrected
From thin air
I stand
Incomplete...
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
horny
Kites and ties, love and dime
Race and games, cry and shame
Whores and stores, men and gore
Trade and made, hid and said.
I want you in the weirdest of times...
Race and games, cry and shame
Whores and stores, men and gore
Trade and made, hid and said.
I want you in the weirdest of times...
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