playing in gasoline - FootstepsToNowhere - littlest clouds - writerlike - lights over sounds

never raise your voice.

darling can't help that she's gorgeous as she deconstructs

the pucker of her lips leaves you feeling bitter

you'd never recognize her as the little doll you left behind

Abortion. It's Brutal, it's honest. Be warned. This was me bleeding ink on paper.

i felt my way through the motions. really, i think this starts off with a lot of potential but it lacks a vibrancy to me.

i want to be with you forever, darling.

yet another love poem

Sweep life under the rug like nothing.

so lovely it's illegal

she’d already jumped, wonderland boy, and it was worth the fall

she's seen some hatters in her day.

dissection day's formaldehyde burns my eyes, but it's not my fault he's laid bare.

dorothy is nothing but brittle flesh funny how we all forget in the field of opium poppies

she was living in ignorant bliss but someone needed to wake her up from her nightmare: also known as romeo

The familiar stones that bruise my heels.

Five different poems: I've stretched sunlight like a thorny thread through my skin.

it always rains at funerals.

get a trim, or a shoulder length haircut, or a bob, or just shave it all off.

...

the marks on my neck bleed.

i will read my poetry to this boy and then tell him i didn’t write it. this boy won’t believe me. this boy will let me write poems on his arm. this boy’s body will be my notebook.

wouldn't life make a lovely horror film.faerie tale? hints of femmeslash

hints of femmeslash

[and you're trapped in yesterday, a ghost of something i loved and love now that i will never see again.]

[once again, could be femslash] you really should hate her, but if she was different you wouldn't love her

chromosomes for the wicked

[femslash, sappy] we are quite alike, scientifically

[fake masochist, fake lesbian, fake friend] he smears illusions on your body and you suck it all up

lost memories of last year. hints of femmeslash

i ache.

inhaling is easier than exhaling.

[ inspired by poetic abortion's 'yours, eternally' ] she would have been something so beautiful but rose wasn't breathing.

warming up to your illegal ways.

baby holds her breath

[could be considered femslash] you were in love, once

written from the POV of their ride home. the life "beautiful" girls like us lead. rated T for references, f/f, & the truth of life.

in the shower i dominate (i bloom like rancid roses) inside: femmeslash, blasphemy

(i choke fireflies with desperation) and she will be my Peter Pan; femmeslash

i am a mere Juliet in a dead master's hands

her hourglass figure never tells the time; it counts down the minutes to your demise

you're trying too hard.

the glitter sores will heal themselves i'll play the part of someone else . -jack.off.jill

The Catholic Nazi - evolve baby, evolve.

it's spelled out...like a crime recently committed

[femmeslash] watery 'i love you's are poison (of the truth serum and aphrodisiac sort)

she asks the moon who to love, and always takes the stars into consideration

because vodka and peppermint on the breath of a stranger is irresistable, hadn't you heard?

shes spitting out words to make him stay

I won't tell if you won't [warning: strong sexual implications, involves cheating]

because you're perfect, you know?

[please read the minthe myth before reading this poem] minthe, so beautiful, and... persephone's hades. [a collaborative poem between myself and poetic abortion. incorporates both styles of writing.]

pity me, pity me

Deep in the pit of my belly; based on a lucid dream experience.

all she wanted was someone to hold on to or just to forget.

How can you tell which words are real?

it's illegal to fuck with the dead, you know

angst, PHWOAR! forgive the ramblings of a hormonal emobitch.

that thrill you cannot explain, and the guilt of the afterwards like an electrical cord around your neck. (my god, i have forsaken thee) prose-poem about priests and pedophilia.

when the only thing true is the intangible and infinite note of a song

Just a spur of the moment creation. [ why did his caresses sting like // the damnation of nations, leaving sore bruises the color crushed grapes // and spilled dreams? ]

they were watching you

[ but: she told me she loved me she loved me she loved me (because if you say it enough times it becomes REAL) ] mmhmm. i don't get it either. and many thanks to fpress for fuckering up the formatting. :P

I met a boy who could only be described as Adonis.

she imagines him

shutupihateyouiloveyouihateyou (Abusive boyfriend? Or societies whispers) youmakemesosick.

[unclean.]

Written for an apostate artist.

A sort of messed-up, 5-8-4 haiku.

Er...rather morbid, not quite sure where this came from...perhaps I have some subliminal bitterness. Eh. Reverse haiku (7-5-7)

A warm kiss. Thus, a morbid haiku.

I don't know how to describe this one.