all of my problems
would be solved
were illness ever so apparenti cut the
of a wolf below my breast,
i call him sweet
and tearing lover
that cut me in two
a blade of
sitting distinctly within my chest:
it is to say
that i am not
comforts to killthe happiness that follows your voice from silence.
you are not god, i am not the mount
and i will not kneel
to hold you
when you are ready
her he loves
him he loves
there is a dawn
pulling, a sunset
liei am calm i
am as calm
as the hills
in a winter
you will find me afterwards
glistening and still.
i hate thinking of your loversi like to pick them, he tells me.
he tells her, and she blushes
and he traces her legs with his
hands. she is a beach doll,
a lay of sand against the shadow of
her head, lips fertile
with the crescent.
thick and forward, he tells her
he can make her shiver; i've got
hands like gods, i've been told.
she puts them in her mouths and
think, spanish inquisition.
she is thirsty for discovery.
he feels her,
he fucks her,
and like a tease
to find her.
untitledWHAT WERE YOU THINKING PRYING
HER MOUTH TO FIT YOU, DID YOU
EXPECT HER CRY, WAS IT LEFT
OPEN AND UNFORGIVEN BECAUSE
YOU ARE A BASTARD WHO FISHES
FOR LOVE IN THE PIT OF OLD
what do gods see in the dark?hello friend i've not yet had the pleasure to meet
your deceased, do they tally the reasons for
you why life is better belly up in a grave,
your daddy was an arsonist
carried guns and drew them
to your temple and would
ask you about gods,
do you know gods don't exist
little phillip, only darkness and
the absence of darkness which
if we were to look correctly at
ourselves are endless contortions
of light, endless, endless, ever
forming and reforming and
attempting to deform,
and you were never good at not
frightening yourself to tears, so
you did just that, and your daddy
laughed and said not to take things
before he put the gun to his chin
and killed himself.
the thing is,
you were not supposed to see
and you did, you curious little
thing, always asking questions
and always looking through
drawers and peeking through
cracks, don't you know curiosity
is cunning and will crack
you like a whip,
against the door frame you held
idkwho you are,
but this tepid
destruction of trust
that tumults in waves
against my hands outlaid
said to put myself
at the foot of your bed
and i would not be forgotten.
have stayed, despite
the discourse of sister
whores lining the frame, your
offshore maelstrom of urges
that howl through the inland
where i stay
i watch shores desecrate
with you leading massacar, a hand
drawn and a victim laid straight
that drench the banks,
sink your feet into me
stay until the soil dries;
i leave you
To Kill an ArtistIf you were to kill an artist's will,
You would be killing their skill.
If you were to kill an artist's skill,
You would be crushing their soul.
If you were to crush an artist's soul,
You would cripple their emotional being.
If you were to cripple an artist's emotional being,
You would be shredding their self-worth.
If you were to shred an artist's self worth,
You would be killing the artist themself.
If you were to kill an artist themself,
You would be a murderer.
If you were to kill an artist in any way possible, through telling them that they aren't good enough, through telling them they should give up, through telling them they'll never meet their dreams or goals, through telling them they should just stop trying-
You'd be killing someone- Someone that the world could have known, someone the world could have recognized, someone the world could have appreciated and cheered them on and helped them through life-
Something that rarely happens- But could have.
If only you d
Dear Universe,Can you tell 16 year old me that I'm 20 now and I made it out alive. She won't know what you're talking about, but at least she'll know it's possible.
What do you believe in?Do you believe in God .I do. If you dont believe in God believe in yourself and love. Love can heal many wounds. Do you believe in hell. To me it is a state of mind but evil does exist . Do you believe in heaven. I do. We all shine on like the beautiful stars . The question is what did you do with your life?
Did you make a difference to someone. Money cant buy love but love can move mountains. Do you have faith in anything. Have faith in the power within your heart. Do you have hope? Hope for peace. Hope for a better world. I am a dreamer but I am unique. Think life is short friends . I i will live it each moment every second with awe and love. Love is the most powerful weapon use it with wisdom. Love with a honest heart and courage. Peace brothers and sisters. We are all a human family.
WeakSatan preys on the weakest of us.
He plagues the minds of the broken.
We who are torn in two
That is who he plunges his fangs into.
Sanctuary of an AuthorA staircase of pages,
A banister of words,
Carpets of similes,
Chandeliers of verbs.
A door of metaphor,
A floor of phrase.
Rooms of nouns,
Walls of essays.
A window of insight,
With panes of satire
Looking out warmly
On dead trees of culture.
Playing love, playing meWe'll smoke, drinking silence
Smiling gently, being nobodies
Here's to you and me,
Here's to this party
Pick a song, play me a life
Play me softly, without empty lies
Don't pretend, don't tell me no
Let me down gently, let me down slow
We smoke, cigarettes extraordinaire
We drink some whiskey, maybe wine
We get too close and then get some
We play some music, we get some fun
I hold my breath, swallowing smoke
You're playing my body, playing that song
Night is never ending
Night is never old
We get together
Getting some love
Mixing it with alcohol
Adding a little blood
But don't you stop
Play me all night long
And as long as you're playing
Nothing can go wrong