Tag Archive | Poetry

10/13/16

10/13/16


Cycles In circles Repeated Deleted Making future mistakes and watching you, feared like a deer in headlights. You, you, you. Turn the wheels, steer. Feel the motions? Cycles In circles Repeated Deleted This will all come back around, just sit down cause you’re safe and sound.

10/13/16

10/13/16


Letters, Vowels, Symbols. What’s your name? What’s it mean? What kinda legacy you tryna’ leave?

11/9/16

11/9/16


Muse-less without a lady. Sanely mundane, bound to drive my own-self crazy. Full speed down the lane, Lines looking hazy. Blurred, misty eyed, Just blink twice and save me. Been a long ride, Trying to park and pay-it. Gitra get out and face it.

11/9/16

11/9/16


Knowledge gained, right? Gotta put it to use, Use it or lose it, Means that sometimes, You may need to abuse it, Stretch your truths And face the music.

4/7/16

4/7/16


Mike the metal-head keeps making his way to the mensroom. Multiple trips after most pits. Maybe Mike made a mistake. Mike appears to be a militia-master, but when he removed his mic and shirt, more than metal made an appearance-alright. What a sight. Mike had wings tattooed above his ass! Mentally, Mike was always ready […]

4/11/16

4/11/16


Holy smokes Pipe of the Pope!! Hot as lava, no joke, And that’s just when you’re clothed! Bet big bucks, that when you’re exposed, Behind closed doors, It makes it even harder to say no

11/17/16

11/17/16


Little bit off. Aren’t we all, after all? For every tick, there’s a tock. Bare space on the wall, blank with no clock. Like time is just a concept, One to just be forgot Do what you want to Whenever you want to, you shouldn’t be stopped By silly numbers, conceived out of thought If […]

11/17/16

11/17/16


Broke. Horny. Hungry. Addicted. I’m needy! Fuck me. Feed me. Baby, please please me! Conflicted. Want it all. Everything. Help me get up? Help me recover? Help me relearn how to love by acting the part of a lover? Give me attention. Teach me more lessons. Broken, so hold me. Mend me, been fending for […]

11/16/16

11/16/16


Curve of your chest, Boasts the petite broadness in your shoulders. Expose a little more flesh, Tonight, affairs are in order.

11/16/16

11/16/16


Watching her polish those apples, forearms bulging. Is it obvious to the world? To anyone else at this far-too-posh farmers market? How everything, every-where in this room just looks like pure sex? Fuck. I can’t help it. Fuck. I haven’t in months. There might be cobwebs if my organs weren’t still pumping full-fledged hormones in […]