Wireless

apologies died in Eden

so sorry's don't work here

when feelings are hurt

so spare me and you and this world

which is my heart, with no Atlas

perhaps when

you spoke

you thought those repetitive words would faze me

highly mistaken

that phrase so familiar

i know it like the back of my hand

or maybe more like the front

they covered, from forehead to chin, many a time

tears drip from unworked palms

this eye faucet needs repairing

what the fuck do you know about caring

my existence, the bane

you are a virtuoso in hurt and pain

forget broken clocks

forever is a naive state of mind

i ache like new church shoes with no socks

i wonder if GOD could heal my worn feet

or time's

since it will never stand still again

these moments will pass

my heart's failed once more

pills just slow it down

you can explain 'til they come home

the cows

no bluetooth, verizon sucks

i can't hear you now

or ever

OH...

there's my ear piece

(to be continued, what can i say, i punish myself (AS ALWAYS))

 

Obituary

Girls love flowers
So today I brought a bouquet of black roses
To take to my hearts funeral
Encased in a skinny tattooed casket
But she didn't even show up to show respect
So I mourn all by my lonesome
This about the fourth funeral I've been to in my life
I don't usually do these
But I can't help that I'm a necrophiliac
Torture myself with emotional daggers, love whips, sexual asphyxia
Pain turns me on
Makes my dick hard
I climax when my heart is broken
Toes curl when I'm lied to
Moan when I'm cheated on
Scream when you never have time for me
Bite my lip when you make me sad
Eyes roll in the back of my head when you move on
When you say your done with me, I just want to eat it
I'm naughty
A hurtful freak
Pain lusting nymphomania
Your serpents tongue is orgasmic
Hurt me some more
Let me see how far you can go
Blow me
My hearts a slut
This mind's a virgin
My ears are dirty whores
My hand is a pimp
My eyes are abstinent
Only when I'm with you
So all I ask is for the next one is to show up to my hearts funeral
I've already brought the flowers
You don't have to say any words...






You've done enough

I always wanted to kno...

where do you go to get a broken heart fixed?

and when your emotions are mixed

who sorts them out?

where's the "in love" hole you fall into?

is there even a ladder to climb out?

are you a thief if you take someone's breath away?

and on the brightest days

i've seen countless clouds

which is the ninth one?

if can barely stand them when your with them

how can't you live without him?

how can you still feel empty if someone completes you?

if I'm your air, when I leave, do you turn blue?

do you suffocate?

why would you wish for a night to last forever

if you want to be with me 'til the end of days?

am I your baby?

or your Daddy?

am I your Lover?

or your Boyfriend?

what would "IT" be at second sight?

if you never felt like this before, and this doesn't work out

then...

1 2 3

art... =/

barely,

conceited

delusions,

eclectically

furnished

grammar.

hypercritical

individuals

justify

kenosis.

lack

morals.

narcissistic

objectives.

persistently

question

radiolucence.

shamelessly

tasteless

unless

vivid

without

xesturgy,

yielding

zealousness

Ruby Veneer

There's this room in my chest that reeks of asbestos and formaldehyde

where feelings are lost and love died

near dead emotions and in one corner my heart screams and cries

from estrogen driven actions and mind's lies

murderous looks and bothered sighs

cold hugs and diamond cutting eyes

if it were any other way

tomorrow's yesterday's today

you couldn't base it on legitimacy

sub zero kisses

black roses, so numb

caught in a love conundrum

a spectacular caricature of intimacy

a rose, a red one

petal-less

in the midst of an entrapping kiss

i am but a stem

in an empty garden...

love is the best facade

Just Tell Me

I write unrehearsed

no protection, raw verse

fuck her mind

make her thoughts moan with the progression of each line

sex her intellect

her third eye dripping. so wet

entice her with metaphors

her ears yearn for more and more

subconscious rhythmically pulsates

temperature rises, increased heart rate

closed-minded, this poem unfolds, yet blinded

she clinches her brain tighter

intrigued by this triple X writer

listen closely, she opens her ears wider

so i wrote slow and deep

she drenches the mead notebook sheets

now imagine if i use my mouth and speak

my pronunciations make her soul weak

covers her auricles because she can't take any more

screams my name

pushes my lips closer

so the words go deeper

"speak faster Free"

i don't normally do this on the first reading, i said

i don't normally listen, so i hope we're not speeding, she plead

and what followed had me mistaken

if you called home heaven or hell

the angelic nastiness you posses

made you by far the best

therefore hard to tell

and you want me to tell you more

i oblige

and for this night i'll be your poetic whore

or yours, if you want me to

imagine

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?