Friday, August 22, 2008

The Persistence Of a Fabricator

i am a liar
from the tip of my toe nail
to the curl of hair follicle
where my brain begins
to where my spinal cord ends
the greatest falsifier will...
tell you they care
because thats exactly what you want to hear
and she wants to hear, and she wants to hear
but thats my baby mother
her, she my whenever I want to go there
you're my right now, right here
i love you. you, and you
your world is charged with the grandeur of my delusions
fervent hopes
my good dick enhances these illusions
her chimera
and the other her's pipe dreams
I'm not at all what I seem
but my persistence makes you believe
I am the footnote beneath deceive
so when you read this
and I'm found out
you'll can say what you want
rant and rave
it will only increase my stock value
claim me more fame
I will be your asshole, your son of a bitch, your dog, your motherfucker, your lame
I will stare right in those homely eyes
lie through the dental floss opening in my teeth
take none of the blame
remember you said you've never met anyone like me
so how can all men be the same
maybe all women are unchanged
indifferent
you all fall for the same thing
appreciate my art
your mind is my canvas
your ear is my art gallery
my media is fibs, lies, figments, and phantasms
my preserver is my sex
keep your eyes fixed and your soul intertwined with orgasms
so when or if I do decide to slip up
and the fam-I-LIAR seems out of place
just please look past this blue hue of my face
that is so fabulist
think back to my genuine voice
my sincere words
our coitus interruptus
and the fact you ignored my lisp [some ppl said this particular line they didn't understand, but just think how a SNAKE sounds]
dear you
my lies
 


sincerely, a forehead kiss





how true this isn't, or is this?

Friday, August 1, 2008

Autopsy Report

Today I was found dead outside of my poem
body word riddled
laying in a pool of verbs
pen gripped tight in my right hand
but i couldnt pull the ink quick enough
so as love stood opposite of me
approximately 5 feet
because I promised myself I'd never let her get that close again
or fall so deep in it
but I dug a hole 6 feet
and now ironically we're here
duel stance
and she shot faster than me
see, this is the story
time and time again
love has hurt me
so when i finally did enough push-ups
lift 100 pound wieghts to leave her
she couldn't comprehend
its either me
or your going to be slow fucking this here concrete
gasping for air, because the dirt is so sweet
foreplay with casket sheets
this love bitch is crazy
so i reached for my pen
but what i wrote didn't hurt
these poems barely fazed her
as I'm scribbling verbosely
she pulled my heart from her L
loaded it with familiar words
now I'm writing faster
she pulls the trigger slowly
"Nigga drop that pen and come back to me"
raise my hand and aim it at her O
she lets off with no hesitation
her eyes don't even blink
and as the words spew from my heart
hits me so forcefully
she says "One day, I could have loved you back"
tears fallin down her V's
my body dropped
leaking the most grammatic nouns, pronouns, verbs, and adjectives
did I deserve this
am I that cynical and love negative
I had no faith in her
underestimated her so greatly
but I'd take this icebox any day
than a heart with a lady and no warranty
fuck LOVE






what happened to killing me softly?