Like a fool, I believed
& when your head is turned, you will know.
The old city cracked when we blew to cool it off
she unzipped his skin with a smiling blade
flew by in the tides of turquoise,
She didn’t want to lie, but after a while she couldn’t stop it anymore.
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Like a fool, I believed
Then we found the old place, with all its corners intact.
Those times were silly, those kisses and caresses.
She had an unusual presence about her.
The sky opened up and showed there was nothing above, except
a burden to bear, my burdens laid bare.
If you are cold, burn your books.
But oh, Father Joseph, stop touching me there!
I wish it wasn’t happened, and I wouldn’t cry.
This can’t be reality.
If you run too far away, the thunderstorms will bring you home.
Truth is a matter of perception.
Silent as scorched tulips
in honor of my friend.
Don’t wait for the scars to fade when the wounds haven’t yet healed.
I’ve renounced poetry. This is not a line in a poem. C’est ne pas une line in a poem.
I understand less than half of what I pretend to.
Judgement feels like a slow, harrowing death without relief.
You must learn to open your heart.
I don’t want an orgy, I can barely ride the bus
then I peed my pants a little.
Wasps tumble from her palms.
I love because He first loved me But that doesn’t mean that I love the way he wants me.
I think everyone hates me sometimes.
Sometime when it’s quiet, tell me what you hear.
He shouted - perhaps threateningly, perhaps provocatively - and I quickened my step.
Let’s not forget backflips! Spines like spaghetti!
Who knew insane would taste like cashews?
We stole a tray of carrots from the picnic and got in the runaway car as fast as possible.
I couldn’t see through it.
The day I realized my feet were my eyes.
Handy people with really soft hands
Dreamed of something terrible, but forgot what it was.
The way out is a way in.
The lock is broken, the door is open.
My female is actually very male.
It’s not gay marriage. It’s marriage.
The princess squirmed against her sausage-like captors.
You make me feel very banana
it wasn’t until I ate it,
and that’s how you tell kids a story.
Me no hungry.
I thought she was at least eighteen.
I spend plenty of time up my own ass.
I wish I had
elbow macaroni blast into space.
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As if the wigwams had converted themselves to spoons
descending into the whirlpool.
A firework explodes in my head every time I hear you talk.
The shadows reached for her like demons from a nightmare.
Let’s go somewhere and judge people.
Little is known about these structures.
Lips lick long, lazy linguine lines
There are fears here
“For shame,” I thought as my eyes fluttered closed. “For shame.”
I started a cult.
My life was almost over before I even realized it had started
when she smoked, glitter fell from her fingertips
The oak tree yawns shade over our checkered blanket
Stockholm prize in Criminology:
awarded for genetic profiling,
as in, some of us are predisposed to commit crimes.
there’s no explanation later.
And, above all, the rain was quiet.
when she kissed me… it felt like the murder of kittens
United we stand.
It’s gotten to the point where you can’t ask me anything.
I don’t have the answer.
I lied when I said I knew.
my mother calls me a slut
Could it be the ebbing of a everpresent lie- to be ourselves rather than die?
What’s with today, today?
orange & blue the bubbles rise to the top
Interns. Why do they think they are SO smart??
These Cheetos taste like ass.
sometimes, all you have to do is very little to make a lot happen.