Thursday, February 7, 2008
Schizophrenic Supernova shingled, speckled, spotted, glass bottles hanging in a windless breeze. my closet of secrets hung, possessed, reflections jump in cadence, above an ocean floor. cracks, exposed confessions, failed contraception; poisoned truth, stained, stale madness, silenced a single... Sign in to see full entry.
A Dollars Political Two Sense
A DOLLARS POLITICAL TWO SENSE in my shower I write poetry ten handed poetry two fingered poetry poetry with dirty feet and no where to go there are dollar signs tattooed on my forehead and I have a headache I have a LARGE head BAAALLLLDDD HEAD i smoke with nicotine patches not addicted i am reciting... Sign in to see full entry.
The Atlantic Night
The Atlantic Night She stares at me with her words that curve the tip of her tongue and slide down her body, shaped like a peach, she shines inside her dress and I am blinded as the top button of her blouse pops, seducing even the most noble of gents, leaving dry mouths thirsting for a taste of her... Sign in to see full entry.
A poem
Life After Suicide Taken by surprise you emptied me as my delicate water fingers danced and weaved through lazy orchards and open October fields. Hopeful, I waited for new words to grow as your hair held back tainted rain and frigid snow over an astral plain and earthly kinetic shield Your songs,... Sign in to see full entry.
Laura's Struggle...I appologize in advance for any typos
Laura’s Struggle Her open hand lay lifelessly across crimson bed linen. The time of day was indicative to the mood as the sky’s fire slowly burned out. The attire she had chosen for this, her day of death was a simple black blouse, and a pair of black underwear. The clock on the wall ticked its way... Sign in to see full entry.