difficult to imagine, but they are lovers.

fuck repition and make love to exasperation, but really this is half masturbation and 2 times sex.

i am sure.

This one is sort of personal. Disgust treads along love. Shit happens.

[Slight] sexual tension, with a hint of nicotine-like, messy concepts of each other. Or maybe the other way around. (I need the absurdity)

Succubus- sucks out my soul through my mouth in a way that I love.

she is deluded; no one ever told her that actions do speak louder than words.

I had fun writing this. "she waves a hand over herself grimaces humbly says / “some Things just go way Over my Head"

she imagines him

Rough touch only not so much (and she loves it still)

Unknowing beauty in transparence.

Hot rubber and rum-based cocktails on a mattress in your garage.

everything is not going to be okay

lost ones, loved ones

call him heavenly, call him sinful, but he's just a man. and i still don't understand what's wrong.

Umm. Teenagers being bored with everything too early. Etc.

sitting around sick

roses.blood roses.a dozen from each arm.

Epilepsy and schizophrenia on the late night L.

(bits of violence) About something mildly disturbing.

'It's a vague and wonderful thing...' (originally written in summer 03.)

I wanted something about a bad girl and a good boy...and then it kind of occurred to me that it never really works that way. So it's about a mostly-bad girl and a mostly-good boy.

"My man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea. . ." Two girls, a gun, and the liar she both thought they loved.

Life took him apart like it eventually does everyone but why can't he just be Peter Pan?

everyone has their fears. someone else claims this one, not me.

random art class memories.

"This," Andrea says, "is a gun." She smiles. "For those of us more special than others."

Written for an apostate artist.

A rock/roll. Music in all of its glory. "Consecration is this man with crystalline ribs..."

This is an explosion, so good luck deciphering it. (I'm the man sitting on the bare couch with the cushions gone and x's on his palms...)

The rhyming, (she thinks unrequited) love of a girl for her gay best friend. Self-centered, certainly; but that is the nature of grief and, sometimes, love.

Strange, Strange drug trip poetry. Review and you get kudos.

she makes herself up/to look like january/because shes sick/of being his june A poem in 4 parts.

A story exploring how one person can struggle with so many troubles, and asking how a child is supposed to deal with them.

Yards of black fall in velveteen folds over my eyes/ Conceal the bleeding and blind me/ They lied when they said hell wasn't pretty

Rated for language. Just a little something I thought of when I was on hold for 10 minutes, waiting to order food. I think I may have a problem with patience. Jennifer is having the worst day! Please R/R

apparently i should start writing again.

You become me.

A parody of Poe's "The Raven" - an English assignment that turned suddenly and sinisterly anti-war . . .

It was a medical condition, and she had it since birth. This was guaranteed to make her life living hell, for she had before her an entire school of children who were out to see her tears.

re. occurance. re. occurance. have re. you ever re. occurance. watched occurance. the wizard of re. occurance. oz and listened to re. pink floyd occurance. simultaneously?