Birds And Bee's Song

We wrote poems of heartbreak and cold shoulders with chips the size of grand canyon boulders and the love we sought like that romeo and juliet romance minus the intricate suicides, the life we want, hopefully together, we're pretty tight and we could tighten this with a marriage, one baby carriage and diamond ring, she makes we want to sing like I'm in the shower, I'm that comfortable and when we sat across from each other at the table and I glanced into those brown sugar eyes, the ones I think D'angelo sung of, I knew right then I wanted her, I want to stay with her for one night, change her mind as I hold her tight, love bites and bite her gently, intertwine our souls, set a pick, she rolls, both her body and her smile, giggling, as we lose control, let me take it, don't break it but it may feel that way in the morning, the dawn, can't crack the habit, back at it, like I never left what I never had before, I'm fiending, I'm giggling now, koolaid smile, extra sugar from the inter space between your hips, no way is this ending, that's a threat, as she laughs out loud, got me feeling virgin pure, show me how you do this, got me moaning verbs, tripping over my words like my letters are untied, I'm falling for her, mentally and maybe sexually, sex screams, whispers promises in her ear like she's my queen to be as we're cumming to america playing in the background, I'm taking her back down, both ways, eye wink, she could take me home anytime like a run with no strikes, whenever she's ready, can be late nights or early AM mornings, break the dawn and just chill 'cause we both cold and too old to beat around silent bushes so we get straight to the point like an underscore before a period, delirious whispers that time can't undo or tell the meaning behind quiet "I do's," does that make sense? This in like I'm in with you is fucking intense, not like like is bending intense over, you move me with your poetic telepathy, got me playing a shy roll not too familiar to my demeanor, a freak beneath my skin and between the seams, and un-did belt buckles, our worlds collided and shook the earth beneath bed sheets, and crushed linen, this crush feels so good it bring tears to my eyes, no lie, got me discovering parts of me and you I never knew existed, I missed this, I kissed bliss and it was like two clouds crashing into one another, how the hell did this happen, all the pens breaking, mind tapping, thoughts racing, you're behind the drivers seat like we're on our way somewhere beneath moon lit skies, these details, I can't leave out, let's get high on each other in front of police and serve time for it, cocaine love, tired so I sigh, I'm craving you like I'm starving to carve my tongue in your neck and draw karma sutra diagrams with my fingernails in your hand and down the middle of your back, don't pay attention to my phone going off, bbm's red flashing, or the red star of my twitter relapsing, I meant reloading, let's christen this new found feeling like holy water that would make the most beautiful roses grow, lay their angelic petals on your bed, use one to travel from your forehead all the way downtown, seal it with a kiss to your frontal lobe, let's go at like 300 or Troy or the Titans clashed, while Sade's Playlist is on repeat so much it would scratch my iPod screen and skip, knock your socks off and kicks your boots aside, and when I'm done, I leave while you slumber, without making a peep, you'd climax again in your sleep as you falsetto, hide your clothes, panties under your pillow, and we play fight as your try to retrieve them, the laughter is uncontrollable like rhythmic orgasms, lower back aches, goosebumps, and inner thigh spasms, that would make you yearn for my voice and look at your phone fiendishly every time it rang, its only our business that I made you sing like...

Writer's Block

Ironically
I fell for the perfunctory cliche
It not you its me
Without any debate
I accepted what she stated
What else could I really do
Thought she was all I needed
From the memories that preceded
The statement two lines up
Now I'm stuck
Played the fool
Stared at the sun
'Til it burned out my eye sight
Now blinded
I can barely write this
But this poem must go on
I don't know
Have no clue
How much longer
These letters don't seem to fit together
To make the words that go one after another
To form sentences on top of each other
Into stanzas
I don't know
Have no clue
What to write anymore
This came so easily
I took it for granted
Scribble a couple words
Cross them out
Lines slanted
Ball the paper up
Add it to the poem mountain
Growing from my trash can
I can't do it
The same thing keeps coming out
I don't know
Have no clue
This seems so rehearsed
Like the times you where here
I guess I stayed in the sun too long
Was I wrong
Yearned for words and phrases
Elated from sentences you stated
I'm tanned and empty
And blind
Who lives in reverse
Its like my heart won't let it go
My mind gets its
But it keeps fucking with me
I'm grieving
And to my luck the words are leaving
Just like you
How am I to write
Or stay strong


When even the sun moves on

Five Second Frenchie

Just as her lips left mine
She lowered a scythe
That stuck to chest to my spine
Fragments of my heart
Crescent in shape
Landing in her hand
As if this was the plan
Coincidence?
She's making mince meat
Of my being
To the beat
The cardiac kickdrum
She hums along
As my eyes play hide and seek
Tears leak faster as
My eyelashes come together
And I get one last glance
This lady
Exo-skeletal in appearance
Cold to the touch
And that doesn't say much
All she asks is
"Are you ready"
Before the "dee"
Leaves her teeth
I utter "No"
With what seems
To be the last breath of many
I'm growing frozen
Minute strength
I can barely stand
"Let's make a deal"
Barter perhaps
A plea bargain
I don't know whether she's smiling
Or if that's upside down
Same stone facial expression
Teeth clinched
Together
Empty eye holes
Black hood
Lamp post light stole a stare
She's made of nothing but bones
Now she knows
What I now know I been knew
I've defected
Infected from split wrists
Who's hisses
Turned to screams
Emotional bruises
From a relationship passed
Midnight nooses
Left my neck scarred
Like the umbilical blisters
I left my mother
The bliss
In the kiss
Is much different
Hers brought me life
And as this night grows longer
My plight gets stronger
But its over


And nothing even matters
The kiss of DEATH
Her name...
The latter

Quidditch

First off
Let me begin with telling you
Who and what
I am
A seeker
In search of a dreamer
And if she dreams
We will go places
No eyes, awake
Can see
No doubts
No maybe's
I've realized that
Through other ladies
I've drove myself crazy
Wondering why they weren't you
A relief sigh
Or a "finally" high
That I'm so intoxicated by
You are out of this world
And mine
Which is both a minor step
And a big leap
For the actual size
And the figurative size
Of the this world
Makes it as easy accesible as the touch of a fingertip
But almost impossibly attainable
Because I cannot gain
All the things from it
But I'd take you over
And over
If the choice presented itself
More than once
I hunger for wealth
Yes, I hunger more
But you are destruction
That's what my appetites for
So who know's
I'm no psychic
My third eye is only poetic
It can't see your future
It won't tell me what will happen in the near
Or the far
But when my eyes are closed
It creates these vivid
Life-like
Real dreams
I swear I see
Through open eye lids
But I guess that's the irony in the end
Because at first
When I began to tell you what and who
I am
A seeker



Question is
Are you a dreamer

143 Mattress Street

When last night
Becomes twilight
She drops dawn
And it cracks
I roll over
No longer are we sleeping back to back
Dawn's pale blue hue
Creeping through
The interspaces of vertical blinds
I swore you closed
But maybe I'm still high
From the events of night's past
My recolections haunt this very morning
So much, she hides
Until I realize its only five
And she doesn't quite come out 'til seven
I missed you
Although in the same bed
The void left between our bodies, apart
Made my heart
Grow fonder
Your finger webs are cold
We didn't hold hands like we use to
Your finger tips are white
They weren't against mine last night
Am I missing something
Besides you
The empty street we left in the middle of the mattress
Your long brown tresses falling off the curb
My side of the block was freezing
Your side?
It looked so peaceful
Though I know it wasn't
From the disagreement earlier in the day before
I tried crossing that very empty street
But your body language said don't bother
So I slept by the corner store
I guess you had to clear your head
Into your own pillow
While you faced the clock
I'm half past making sense of it
Now I'm here
Whispering in your ear
As you sleep
Giving you my all
Your eyes staring at the dark black walls of your eye lids
In a world where nothing seems to last that long
I pray
That when you wake
Your ready to open up

And I left nothing unspoken
But if I did
I pray that your beautiful naked eyes can't see

That your heart is broken

100 Meter Dash

Give me, give me, give me
A command spoken much to often
I only ask that what is given
Is only what I deserve
The nerve
Of me to be so demanding
So what is it that I want
The answer lies in the shrugg
Of frigid shoulders
And the weight of the world
Twice over
I
Want
You

From the bottom of my nimble sole
To the tip top of my simple soul
Where ever that is
But is sounds good
Right?
Give
Me
You

This is no command
Or demand
But as my soul is
This plea is
One in the same
I've longed for the very word after "me"
For some time that seems quite
The delight in my patience
Steadfast in my wait
Numb
this very sensation
Fills me with hate
The irony
To feel and not to feel
All at once
I
Feel
You

Like nothing I've ever felt before
Cliché
But my senses don't have any memories
Or remnants of anything like this
Stored
Deep within my mind
Right next to the very place you reside
The beauty of my thoughts
Come no where close
To the regalness which is you
But will the simile suffice
Or was that a metaphor
-scratches head-
Whatever
You see what I'm getting at
Like we've looked from the same eyes
Wise and slow
We'll go
Assuiming that you're coming
Not that way, though I hope
you are
Knowing I'll last
But those who run
stumble fast
So the pace has
To be steady
Get mark

Get set...


And the words before that

Cha Cha Slide

I often see a lady
Whose never there
I pray beyond the clouds
That's she'd stay for a while
But the rush she's in
Doesn't permit her to linger for more than a glance
I love her
And this love grows everytime I never see her
I yearn for her absence
The intriquet dance my heart rehearsed
Over and over
'Til it became routine
And it perfroms in her presence
The love that I'm in is no simple two step
Although my feelings are not choreographed
Her snicker is deafening
I loose count as she laughs
still scalping her ticketless applause
cardio dances til there's nothing left at all
I often see this lady
That is never there again
But I am embrassed nonetheless
Shroud my chest in veils
Because my heart hurts too much
I've lost my way
Even if my conscience did pay
Reach inside my vault
Whatever be the cost
What's the damage for you to stay?
I've never put on, or opened up this way
Suture
My contussions
What's your suggested beck and call
So when my heart no longer dances
And I stop searching for my mind
I'll remember your name

Master/Slave

she keeps a tenebrous guise

deep down inside

resides a heart, a size twice as big as her fist

and when stated, she denounces this

quite the pessimist

beautiful yet vociferous

I love her

even though she doesn't know me

opined clearly

love is not a job, a task, a position

i can see why its not in her job description

the catch twenty two is that love is hard work

given the travails of journeys, past

this love lacks the perseverance to last

i am calloused

mediastinal abyss

schlimazel to my finger and toe tips

yet tactile

i didn't know

until you left

i loved your smile

schmaltzy taste

and servile

I'll do anything for you

be your shoulder to cry on

can you lean on a peon

can i be your crutch like that dutch

or cocaine line

hypodermic needles and heroine

cognac and bottles of wine

or am i just an indentured placebo

johnson and johnson's blow

no slave to this addiction

a feeble attempt to obfuscate your affliction

you love me

you miss me

you care for me

you need me

... love petition: [insert name here] collection of fictions

Dr. Kevorkian

I fell asleep
can't remember waking up
just my luck
checked the alarm clock
But it had bullet holes in it
guess that's why this gun was in my hand
and I felt a draft through my hair
looked in the mirror
same hole as those in the clock
panicking and shocked
grabbed some alcohol pads and band aids
covered it quick
but this bleeding from my wrist wouldn't stop
serrated skin
fucked up my tattoo a little
but as I tried to place my head up right
stacked on bones so brittle
the nouse fell off
which in turn made me throw up
blue pills
an amount that could fill the bottle back up
this murky liquid reeked of alcohol, depression and shame
to the mirror, back
eye fucking the only person to blame
when I noticed a white paper
covered in blood and stomach fluid
open it up and skimmed through
It read:
Dear miss lady who shall remain nameless
I wrote you this letter
enclosed, my body and soul
and these random but calculated acts I thought were painless
hurt more than being in love with you
so as my face appears cyanotic, blue
similar to that j. holiday song
suffocate
and with this noose I can't breath
deceived me
so I aimed for my temporal lobe 

in hopes I couldn't hear the lies anymore
the hole makes my brain cold
at least it stopped the alarm clock
even the advertisement on the pills lied
I lie there waitin to fall asleep

heart slowed

although I was still wide awake
couldn't eat or slumber
body grew limp and number
and the diagnosis was you
it was only after I my wrist
to get

the last of this love out
I became light headed and tired
Still wired 

from the 3 empty patron bottles on the bedroom floor
convulsed a bit
alcohol poisoning isn't as funny as it looks on TV
But at least I ate

fell far from awake
I'm in really bad shape
save me
just tell me you love what I was

can i have that satisfaction
I know I may look different 

from you're NY winter

but at least you can look beneath the surface

know this is real
see my mind isn't lying
I'm not insensitive
can't you see my wrists are crying
and on the bathroom floor you can see that my insides do count
please take me back
the clock is ruined
but we still got time...

right?
tell me
the suspense is killing me



Or did I do a better job?

25 Things-ahhhhh

1. when i was 17, a girl told my friend that if I said hi to her she would give me head...

of course I obliged, who am I to destroy her hopes and dreams.

2. I told at least 7 times a week I have no heart and am by far the coldest person walking this earth. Then someone told me I have no soul. I'm cynical, sue me.

3. I don't think I'm meant for anyone. My sole purpose on earth is to make females realize they'd rather be with the asshole that makes them feel like they're the best out of all the other girls a guy is talking to. Dream high, you're always some body's number one. Fuck a number, I just want to be IT.

4. I been called a mind-fucker more times then I've ever been called my proper name.

5. Pussy

yea that's it.

6. I truly believe I was a poet or a philosopher or an etymologist in my past life. Yes I'm a buddhist, sue me.

7. I love words more than food and #5.

8. Bright eyes and braces do it for me. oh and silky ass hair... not the store brought stuff.

9.  I'm by far the biggest sucker when I'm in like or in love. But as soon as the I feel the bullshit creeping, I'm totally disinterested. I go from 200% to 15% in bugati speed.

10. I just want to win. Is that to much to ask for?

11. I'm too observant, which can be good or bad. I notice everything. I'm might be the biggest creep I know.

12. If you know one line from purple rain by heart, you got me and/or if you look like apollonia or vanity.

13. My dog is a rapist. He has somodized my leg to the point I where hockey leg guards. He's actually staring at my leg as I type this and licking his lips.

14. I have yet to work at my full potential. I give everything besides love 48.7%. My teachers think I'm a genius and if I studied I'd get 100 on every test. I settle for 70s, 80s, and 90s. 

15.  Serendipity is my favorite movie of all time. It keeps the little faith I have left in the XX homo-sapian species, alive.

16. I think GOD is a female and she is tormenting me but my struggle shows me that she loves me. -_-

17. When I buy an all white audi s5, I will first paint it teal (my favorite color) then drive in it naked and masturbate in the front seat until I climax. Thats the only female that can have my kids, can you say OWNED.

18. Love is a trap, love is a game, love is a projection that has your name.

19. I've always hated history and english. English especially. Ironically. I'm a poet. That is my way of raging against the machine and sticking it to the man in a very non-homosexual way.

20. If a person you don't particularly know or like talks about you, it's called hating. If its your friend doing the same, its called a warning. I can't count how many times people have warned other people about me. I love my friends.

21. I took a pole on january 1st, 2009 and found out that a guy would rather a girl talk to anyone accept me. 

22. I have about 10 tongue tricks; 9.7 of them are banned in the USA.

23. I have a really big fucking nose and I don't think I'm that attractive, but girls do so I guess it works. I'm just not that into me.

24. I love pain, not physical pain but pain. i.e. tattoos, biting, scratching, hair pulling, hot wax, etc.

25. I stopped giving a fuck about public opinion when I found out one of my x-girlfriends is a insane pathological whore. I was 17.

and lastly if my dad had no feet I'd still tell him to kick rocks. 

Top Chef

I'm not a food critic by any means
and will not attempt to become one in this post
at most
this is a mere critique
based on appearance
presentation and taste
doubt anyone can relate
and it all starts from the first date
i suggest you be picky about where and what you eat
that's quite rare in this day
people are eating McDonald's, Burger King, and Wendy's
i don't like my food fast
or too slow
or had before
i favor a nice seat, quaint atmosphere
take my time and make it worth time spent
some place with a style
a bit edgy
attracts big crowds
but not everyone is let in
i want the only reservation
spotless table
la perla lace setting
OBGYN clean
so there
I could eat anywhere
although there's isn't any eating utensil's
before indulging
the smell entraps my nose
trace the outside like a stencil
with my tongue and lips
slowlyfrom the base of the plate
to the top
neat freaking
so none falls
nothing spills as I sip
down my cheeks
as it drips
food turns me on
long for it's flavors
savor each
from this particular chef
have it delivered
sit in
take out
whatever
praying the taste never leaves my lips
dance on my tongue's tip
mastication masturbation
no condom
as much I desire intellect
this isn't as complex
simply taste bud sex
marriage between food and mouth
until climatic divorce
like parting lips
after a sensual kiss
i miss it
please don't leave... 
my face
too delicious to give up
too scrumptious to be late
too delectable to let waste
unless this is a race
I'm going turtle pace
then accelerate
I was told I eat fast
but when its so good
i crave seconds and thirds
sometimes...
until whispers turn into loud words
only commands, adjectives, and verbs
are sufficient to describe
this palate
or mine
tastefully divine
particular
where i choose
always left satisfied
and I satisfy
this diner replied 
the chef
kept my mouth watering
tongue wet 
unique ingredients
just right
left
me wanting more
phenomenal 
promise to
keep the recipe a secret if she tells me
or come back
again
and again
and again
and again
price... less
gratuity would not suffice
french the cook
rave reviews
eat til I'm full
face turns blue



compliments to..

No Assembly Required

If there was a user safety guide
Mine would be full of intriquet lies
All safety and operating instructions should be read before used
Retained in a secure place when frequently abused
Heed warnings, and adhere to all
I should not be used unless you're equipped to fall... deeply in love and hate
Situated away from the heat
Unless in a moment of passion or agruement connected to my heart at all times
Until broken or stepped on
Lied to or crept on
Clean with a dry stare and make believe
Care should be taken
Otherwise let me drop and let deviousness and deciet spill into my openings
service me at your own discretion... or mine
(Cunning wink of my eye)
When:
My titinium reinforced power-supply has been damaged
When your lies have filled my apertures
I've ben exposed to countless melancholy days
When I appear not to operate or change in my performance
Literally and figuratively cold in a sense
This product may contain dents
love struck, hence
Empty pens
Broken pencils
Crumbled paper
Over worked and labored
Straight face and seldom blinks
Long eyelashes and tattoo ink
Angel hair, a big nose
Van sneakers, fitted clothes
Poets lies and big brown eyes
Intellectual and intelligent
Sexual
Doesn't calculate time spent
Kind
My love is hellen keller blind
Not deaf
Hears and remembers, yet
Very forgiving
Never forgets
Durable and enduring but with a catch
You have to have the up most respect
Operates best when you're wet
Banana appeal and well kept
Too honest and often bold
An unheld tongue
And when captivated, you are the only one
Although when mishandled
Turns cold as the titanium casing
You couldn't warm with love candles
And when ties are severed
Its gone, lost, finished, not The End
...The Forever
No need to squint
Just follow the instructions
There's no fine print
No warranty or return policy
just don't mention
Covet my privacy
So if your ready to purchase
aim at the target and shoot it
batteries not  included