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Never thought we’d be the ones To pawn off both our wings Our souls are leaping fish Our hearts are bee stings

I believe they are in cahoots With her, With the raccoons

The infection Has fucked my blood Stream

Canaries croaked not at the Sight of the insecticide But at the size of the bugs That were cutting their Cocaine with it

Three times this tree Has stated that To believe in things He must become a man

We pull them off in our dreams Where we realize we are not As we pretend or even seem

That damned ghost Drinks my wine And lets the grease Drip, drip, drip And sizzle In order to set her hair On fire Because she’s Afraid And she’s avoiding the sun

And look at you here in all your poor health Believing that one can live apart from one’s Self

with hope that nothing will ever be the same

you remember the earth worm

dont dare dance boy

i a roll of thunder

a journey back to where one belongs

I thread this Thin, green vein -That runs down my left arm- Through a single star That fell for the moon And landed ass first on the grass

I have come to cut a rug Shake my locks And I have come to laugh Much too loudly Allowing you nothing more Than to make me smile

there is no magick left in this world

Waiting for smokeless incense To fill up my life With the scent of fresh linen And cut grass

I want it all I want the nightingale Caged in my sitting room Listening to a record of her own songs

This skin that calmly sits Collecting dust over my bones Is also mine To cherish with something As beatific as piety And this I can gift to no one But the worms that feast upon The rot beneath the earth

We must keep our eyes open for what lies in the trees unseen as enemies that line the road where we walk wide eyed in awe of each other

i know he watches my breath as i sleep

he enjoyed his mint tea and fresh buds my the cool fog.

I cover the sun with my thumbAnd see clearly That my evergreen treeIs not so

I request an armistice with life.

When will they realize that The only sense of time Worth while Is in the present style

The audience oohs and gaspsAt the silhouette of herBreasts And the man with the monocleClutches his coin purse to his crotch

have cracked thehearts of boysas one would the huskof a passion fruitand slurped thetangy entrails like a most gluttonous fiend

You slip whispers Sweetly into me

Two Whiskey SoursTwo Cigarettes &Blues like haunting beastsBreasts, HipsThrust, Breath

These lovers place my cancer to their lipsAnd gnaw and gnash at it with their teethDevouring it so completely one could onlyImagine the disease from the stains on their hands

Present time Escapes withSelfAnd when they fleeThey leave meStranded with no dimeFor the payphoneAnd no shoesFor my feet

I will further elucidate My madnessI fill my trunk with words and wondersBread, herb, hallucinations and wine

I am a dissector of epiphaniesPlacing your reason upon my slideTo watch your morals squirming hot Beneath the lens

And I creep and lurkAs burglars do And steal away Into any door thatBeckons me“Here is knowledge!”They bellow“Here is wisdom”They sing

With priestsI have bartered mySalvation For wineAnd ripped off my Habit of metaphors To please anyone with my curls

I've poured everything i have inside me into this story for the pastsix months. I am in dire need of constructive criticism and reviews on myfirst product, fruit of my loins! please R&R

tonight is Not a nightFor tempting shadowsOr taunting punctuality

In the morning ofThe next afternoonShe began her equations again

Funny,Their illusion of civilizationThat sparkling webThat shines with dewBeneath the myriad ofColors that is the skyAt dawn

I wish i was a metaphor but i could never be a simile... of the sun

Refusing to indugle in petty things like prayer

It begins at the solar plexus

This i write to my muse

my thoughts move the tectonic platesOf worldly realizations Broken glassCan never haveThe same textureAs the sand From whence it came PLZ R&R

He ripped open her skullAnd watched as she crawled out of her mind,Shielding her eyes from the rays of the sun,Taking in whole heartedlyThe majesty of the green in the grass The green in the lumbering treesAnd the soft green in his eyes

These are the dregs of societyHere i learn of the inscrutable folly of overly ambitious menHere i am queen of the soil and the asphalt.... PLZ R&R

That I had become less than smokeI had become The shadow Of the incense smoke But today I take nothing lessThan anything I I desireI will become fir

There are certain nights Where I can be foundBraiding these webs Intricately into my curlsThe black widows lay nest thereThey never mind me So I never mind them

I resent all ceilings For their inane way Of keeping the rain from my hair,And the sunFrom my skin:

if only you would watch me grow to tower over teh rest of your garden

Today my body is an eclipse for you see the sun, he is my lover and the mooon, she is my mistress....

On my sixteenth birthday Tar took me to the beach... we made love amidst the waves and smoked pot. When i told him i was a dyke, i didnt know that would be the last night i ever spoke a word to him... [in enters ArcoIris]

I wonder where the wandering vehicles go....Everything is obscenely serene and i hear the old cuban jazz emanating from the house behind me...

The streets are lined with fallen mangosI pick one up and count the rough, rotten, black spotsThat graces the smooth reds and oranges of the mango hideBut when the skin is peeled awayI wish for no other meat to slide so delectably over my tongueUntil my e

They stare slacked jawed as an opium eater at my words that Dance for them like awkward Geishas

We watch the clock and glimpse every now and then at the window where the sun is creeping in like a bandit through the Venetian blinds...He reaches the thin, pale, fleshy underside of my wrist...stroking the pulse that lies there, as if it were a separate

Come one, Come all! /See the dancing politicians!/Welcome, Welcome/To the American circus/Three rings /Each more immoral than last...

her blooming mouth is a sore flower/ Androgynous and constant

when will they realize the inanimacy of the flame they praise so blindly...Tomorrow i will show them real shadows...

I'm counting rose petals like headstones to tiptoe across in hopes of...

lost in green eyeshadow... look at me and tell me who i really am

Rachel, quiet and shy, is in love with Tora, who leads them into a world of blood and beauty.(Please R&R)

It is a sad child/sadly discontented/languidly spread across/the sharp, discolored autumn grass... (PLEASE R&R)

can even the essence of desire... describe this longing now, misted so languidly over my skin...

Dripping slowly and noisily, (Like a kitchen tap), Into the overflowing stagnant pond, Of in-animation

[i walk like a martyred saint healing the bleeding neon lacerations on my feet]

The collision of parnaoid poroxysms masked by Dopomine {i keep your secrets in my rotting black lungs} PLEASE R&R

Her eyes were to dry to be soft but just sad enough to be pitiful (I want to place them in my mouth to give them moisture enough for precipitation but alas! I could not)

A letter... very personal please R&R

"Men watch them wide eyed and excited." "I feel my lips at her throat, my fingers wet with her"

i jumped into a sea of symmetry... with hands like stigmata

She wastes no breathe for fear of death (PLEASE R&R)

an atrocity of a lullaby {PLEASE R&R}

Today i watched a rose set aflame by a girl... she was cliché like heart break...Blue glitter falls from his eyelids unto her cheeks

this is for all the little ones with hairline fractured hearts who dont know where to start... gave you my heart to toy with put your angst in this pipe so that we can smoke it (a song) please R&R

You are the thing inside of me... And dont give me your Shakespeare's tragedy... in loving memory of myself (a song please R&R)

stuff it in a pipe an smoke it all to ash

i'm searchign franticly for my sanity

lipstick stained martini blues... dont let them sontrol your mind... they are nothing but dollar bills... searching for your sweet thrills

track marks like the end of nastalgia... we watch you crash and burn form inside our cells

this hypocracy was alcohol induced... the infant bleeds dry in teh cradle... she has Dope eyes...spread your legs adn welcome all forked tongues

i decided to continue this story since i got so many requests to do so... please R&R... ( Part II: in which the little girl realizes she fell asleep )

if only this could last forevr

She searched for herself up the skirts of lesbian women with big beautiful eyes... but found only drunken orgasms in dirty bathroom stalls... (PLZ R&R I WILL BACK)

"you’re more beautiful than you like to let on. don’t gotta be no Marilyn Monroe baby, you just gotta be yourself..." (One Shot... PLEASE R&R I WILL R&R YOU IN RETURN)

my fingers linger along the entrails of your broken past...and i remember how we promised each other the type of sex thats love and consensual and sober

i search for the beat of a feirce sadness but fine only peace in your pulse...

i know i can never be more than your lover... never her mother... but maybe i can share some of my own lullabies

sun curled memories drown and kings and queens fall into dissolved fears... electric magic city... brave cherokee feathers... pretending to FLY... BEAUTIFUL

ive been waiting for you all my life, and this is how the story ends...

in this way... they loved... silently but comfortably

in loving memory of myself...she'd run away but shes scared the monsters under her bed will follow her to the ends of the earth

tiene mariposas de bajo de sus pies/esta llorando porque las mariposas no pueden...he has butterflies under his feet/he's crying 'cause the butterflies cant

she said he reminded her of fragmented sentences and androgynous crushed cigarette butt flowers...

this is the part when teh cigarette smoke fades and we dance in patchuoli scented fields...

Kay and Greta were children once.. before this happened (based on Hans Christian Anderson's The Snow Queen) the roses hae wilted and you mourn them as if they were of part of you.. maybe they were a part of us both... (incomplete)

the razors left rusted in my skin... you cant just cry me away... im more complicated than that

got gliter toenials baby/and maybe im goin crazy/aint no one that can save me/but im swaer im happy baby

when you are miserable know that im just fine... trapped on the top floor of a doll house with no means of escape... trippin' on shrooms... smoking pot... love love love

stolen cigarettes taste like time standing still... maybe we should a funeral for all the faeries no one believed in... i lost my shadow in your room... lost in this box of forget-me-not...

sometimes life is like a rave... and yoru drink gets laced... but its ok... its always ok...

i love you sounds so much better in whispers between kisses... and oh he has teh most beautiful eyes...

she just wanted to hear him say "I love yout.." so that then she coudl finally speak...

Xandra is gone.. lost somewhere in the land of strange mushroom tattoos and cold women melting into beautiful things... Rome is afraid... everyone has demons... giants...everyone has a lost faerie love somewhere somewhere lost in something liek wonderland

we are the busted lips and bruised thighs of american... your intellectual and inteligent ideas wasting away behind the box of baseball trvia... women are just here to make your hotdogs... and mommy mommy daddys hurting me again... but you dont care...

there will always be purple nail polish to cover the pain... she wants to dance like jim morrison... with big Jacky O sunglasses...claiming a lost boy to tell stories to...but disney store tinkerbelle wings dont work that way

wrote this for my friends English class... its true you know.. misery loves company

i remember you daddy fucking dearest

you crawl into your faerie tales and your Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band album... remember that place with the never-enptied-ashtrays...beer stained carpet... you wanna SCREAM

caress me in your exhale

shes wearing jim morrison around her neck like a fashion statement... hair styled like marilyn monroe... hippie grunge love demigoddess.., kurt cobain in a jare

feather thrift shop angel wings painted on your back.. tin foil tiara shinning on your head... BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL

im lost with an empty back of cigarettes and no place to warm my tea... pull me apart... figure me out...

she was found under a palm tree painting... trying to climb inside... said she needed her butterfly wings to carry us away... mesmirized by you

I am hungry, hungry for you...i am the hollow girl, heart fill with straw, leaning on you... you are my drug my drug and im suffering from withdrawl.. inspired by T.S. Elliot and my love.. very very special and personal to me...PLEASE R&R... i will R&R yo

Penny Lane was ciggarrette angst and silk songs. Griffin was peppermint tea leaves and skate board knee scrapes... they were brother and sister, but not really, more like lovers that never touched, until... PLZ R&R...

she doesn't need to cry counting the handful of stars in the miami sky... buzzed on beer... and feeling BEAUTIFUL... maybe its him

and they say... bullimia is a way of life... thinking of the acid wash rockstar 80's reject... quoting jim morrison and john lennon... even though theres really nothing left... PLZ R&R...

pretty hallucinations

dear god... im still waiting for that answer...

my strange and twisted take on life and the human race... not much really... please R&R i would really love to know people interpretation of my own random thoughts...

this has to be the worst thing i have EVER written... please R&R

wonderland is a hazy waste at best... taunting the mer-boys with her charm and heathen ways... still a child, still dancing, as children often do(plz r&r inspired by walt whitman)

drops of sugar water on the tip of my tongue for buttterflies to land on liek cigarette smoke... let us dance like dionysus' nymphs.. wine tinted lips from kissing ROSES

i wonder if you'll still love me with your it-just-so-happens-to-be stare... your light green eyes... you remind me of peter pan

“Beauty blooms when cuts heal and time is nothing but restraint. But you already know that don’t you?” ... to love will be a great adventure...

she lit up the sky with her neon love.. it was beautiful whiel it lasted

"your sorrow tastes like candy..." naked and shrivering with cold but feeling beautiful... as if i were with you...

she wants to believe that these disney store tinkerbelle wings can actually take her somewhere... she wonders what song he would liek to hear first

im frank sinatra's butterfly only you say im a marylin manson song

i press my lips to a forst bitten mirror... its like you've torn the butterly wings ive glued to my TInkerbelle shirt...

its a wonder i can lift my head from my hands...

youve got your sneakers over your shoulders and your cowboy boot roller skates on... "but its not you..."

ill dance around naked screaming... FUCK THE GOVERMENT... ill get my ass hauled off to jail... but it'll all be worth it..

i whisper "happy birthday daddy dearest..." even though there really isn't any time for such sarcastic bull shit

theres wax on your vanilla frosting... and the cough medicine just about to kick in... you wish for your adventure

she liked to stack up lawn chairs and pretend she was a queen... she'll tell you to call her Brier Rose even though she's an INSOMNIAC...

its never that easy... when im only waiting for you to walk away...

i'll be so high that i can taste the music.. but thats ok cuz we can share a bowl... only i call the cherry... (dedicated to the boy who asked me why)

i told you i loved you... but you ruined it and asked me why...

you told me you cared and i said you were imagining things again (plz R&R)

and she knows shes not beautiful becuase she's to skinny for love

i made her some chomomile to sooth her throat so she could mend her broken songs

i love him becuase he lets me brush back his hair so that i can see his eyes

you can;t promise me anything

gods destroy you

i dreamt i was icarus again...

accept me for who i am... "life will never get better than what it is..."

i want to deny you everything

catching my lip between your teeth as if it were a slice of something you really want

hold my hand as we dance along this river side wishing to be lost

cut at her stomach, shallow cuts, to watch her baby bleed... she dreamt of the child forming itself inside her, little fingers and little toes... a little heart

i will be little Tiny, to small for a big world... i will be little Greta and save you from yourself... i will be all my fairytales

this is a mtyh, only its a fairytale, but not really because its a dream. what do you do when you are trapped and the only way out holds to many distractions?

your wondering what it tastes like to be full... to be whole... but you can't feel a thing

take these nails for your crucifix and balance the bible on your head as you lean in to purge yourself of your last meal (i mean no disrespect and don't mean to offend anyone with the title of this poem)

you are the lover that cuts through my flesh "No"..."i am the monster that licks the blood away."

when the music ends will you still dance with me?

trying to push youself up to the desert sun as if you thought it owed you something like peace of mind of a sliver of acid fascination

there are dandy lion petals embedded in the bags under your eyes

dandy lion petals fell liek snow to fill the void of what i thought was my oblivion

would you wipe my tears away.. kiss my eyelids to cease this desolate rain

i am the child that entrusts her draems unto your eyes

they hate it when you do shit like that/ like when you prance around/ in your pretty panties/ sining the beatles or billie holiday/ at the top of your lungs

We dance on silhouetted stars and dine upon your wretched face to create a beauty all our own

dreams are nightmares and nothing like nightmares thoughts but we do not think

"Everything was perfect, simply because I was hers at least for another five seconds." a simple story of 2 lovers, narated by the girl dead in her mothers eyes for loving another woman

i write letters more for myself than any of the people i mean to give them to. i lack ambition and style. i cannot confess because of my cawordice and fear. this is my confession. (please R&R)

i am fictitious yet i am not, i am you and i am me, i am not your beloved... who are you?

my love is my hate/hate of my love/not of he whom i love/ but of the love itself/that refuses to relinquish me/from his blue gaze

make me hollow fill me up with what you wish, a heart with your name tattooed upon its veined flesh

i am here inside... join me love?

we worship the jewels that fall from the sky and cut us

it was inevitable she would prick her arm not her finger with a needle not a spinning wheel

my religious frustration

a letter, a haiku centered thing, 3 poems about you and your beauty, about you and my hurt

i am a dream and a child... i feel the fullness in my belly of hearty meals and monthly blood

water tinted by pollution

i like to watch my blood run cold from inside where it is warm it makes me forget you love someone else... dedicated to my ex whose beauty has blinded my sensibility and taken my heart

we will remain as beasts until your rose wilts and your kiss reveals the beauty you wish for in your eyes

my letters are ash in your eyes, ive been thinking of you love

you are our flame, we are your heroin, love is our spoon, death is our needle

let me tear at the earth with hoofs made of stone

your love falling off the edge to great eurydice

becareful love for you might slip through the cracks of my head

your winds freeze the blood dripping from my arm

your eyes are stained with broken glass like a fairtale

we are the writers that photograph the desolate words that scream and pound in our minds

becuase you can still see the marks around your wrists from the last time

we are the disease that infect her perfection (about humans affect on the earth please R&R)

danger held him to me, but some how he let go

this is for you lover, lier, for only with this will you understand my loss

we stuff our faces with the fat and sugar of bullshit words

It was raining hard that night, I remember, the moon shrouded behind the grey I thought must have spilled out from your eyes.

just a step backwards

she finally meets him only to loose him once again

simply put i wish i could have been helped

i held the world pursed between glossed lips, innocence of a past time

choices are impossibilities that choose themselves

the streets are filled with shallow pools and the air is filled with laughing fools

a girls story of family and illness

i will bleed away what ever it was that made you turn away

never again will i let the sensual simplicity of touch take me away from my darkness

simular if not more intense than the love you have for her

i would have given her the world if i had it

i love it here where my hate it beauty

that cross consumed everything

they plague my dream where things that are seen are not as they seem

tell me your secrets, so vast and deep like yourself

Sing me a song for i cannot sleep

maybe you could know me as i wish to know you

I scream as they take me away strumming on the strings of my technicolored guitar

my dreams

things i wish i coudl tell my mother with out consequence

thoughts thought in the wee hours of the morning whilst drunk on the sensation of sleep deprevaation

a poem about depression and a poisonous flower realiveing you of it

basicaly me down to the ugly

a poem about how ive been feeling since my ex left me

Rosa se escapa de su casa y se va con su novio juan en una aventura por miami beach

a story of rejection

this is a bonch of phrases and words and sentences from teh book Night By Elie Wiesel maybe when you read this it will bring you to read the book an incredible true story about the holocaust

two best friends fall in love with each other secretly and cannot help as one sinks deep into deppression

un jardin de rosas majicas

a poem of how i feel on a day to day basis

what my school is like