kringle.should i be smiling as the christmas tree shrinks?
america's sistine chapel full of fat basketball angels
absolution in six easy payments of twenty five ninety nine.
should i feel shame that jesus is in a survival backpack
for the next apocalypse? it's miniature and mother is
sharing videos of soldier presents.
drop the faithless adolescent bomb over a dead bird feast.
winter's in a dead heat with loneliness
and i'm drawing a finish line
but even sharpies fade with skin.
i'm peeling off my wrapping your gift is entrails.
sorry i don't pour water like a fountain.
hot piss on the black friday mailers.
should i be worried about should when i live in the
united states of hedonism? i am the godless one
but its easy to be a jesus freak and still listen to lil wayne.
should i try to understand the twisting that snow brings
to arthritic fingers clutching remote controls
like scepters to thrones?
Being Gay: Sin or Burden?My life is torn between heart and mind;Being Gay: Sin or Burden?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do I really sin with every blink of my eye?
I wondered if my sexuality counted
Towards my sins left in a heaping mountain.
So I closed my eyes to block out my life
To see past this world of evil and strife:
I imagined myself in a world without sin
Where I tried to imagine the life that I'd live.
What would be the same and different?
How I would feel about my old life spent
In hatred and the failings of man,
My past life spent in deserts of sand.
I imagined this world of so-called perfection
But deep in my mind, I begged the questions
What is sin? Does the Bible show?
What is evil? Does the world know?
Is it the Ten Commandments? Murder and Greed?
Is it being gay, drinking beer, or smoking weed?
If so then my imagined world
Would not be like this life unfurled,
For I have done the things of which it speaks
I have sinned just in this past week.
But what if sin is a definition?
A human idea with human disposition?
What if the stuff we shouldn't do
O Dan Rot.Dan Rot, a manO Dan Rot.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of considerable comic timing
who came on rackety wings around the globe
in thirty days or so,
visiting once again with a night on his heels
copping feels on innocent ladies pillowed in bathtubs,
i was black like night
and i was ringed in rainfall
i was so glorious
a spiraling psyche led me to one thing
and this town never could have contained me
a spinning science to my insanity
bends in the system and curves of the power lines
a beauty to plywood and splinter breaks that cannot be defined
bends in the path, a northward slide
strand you in a parking lot
i was vicious and viscous
and i was perfect
as i die i know you have too
as i fade over snapped trees
all is quiet and all is dead
and i curved away.
Ms. Civit, a woman
of considerable jazz influence
who culled in her snatch fifty thousand
squirming little nothings
ravished by the callous allure of Mr. Rot
(who raped her mercilessly,)
on the ground on the ground and the fever is rising
upside down min
Sense you thereSense you there6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't feel your touch,
I can't sense the breeze on my skin,
I am numb.
I won't feel you cry on my shoulder,
I don't feel a thing.
I don't hear your words,
I can't listen to the birds chirp,
I am deaf.
I won't hear my heart thumping tonight,
I don't hear a thing.
I don't see you here,
I can't look deep into your eyes,
I am blind.
I won't see the sun setting again,
I don't see a thing.
I don't smell perfume,
I can't breathe in the heated air,
I won't smell your warmth, your fear, your breath,
I don't smell you here.
I don't taste your lips,
I can't speak, you have me sewn shut,
I am mute.
I won't taste your kisses when you leave,
I don't taste a thing.
I still know you're here,
I can tell you won't leave me here,
I love you.
I will always lean on you, my love,
I still know you, love.
SICK AND TWISTEDThis is the story of the boy who was hated,SICK AND TWISTED6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by those whom he didn't even know their name.
Meek, weak, humiliated, discriminated,
all for a few laughs between friends.
Music up loud, on the bus every morning,
but still, through the screaming he could hear what they say.
Insulting his looks, his beliefs, his ways,
Such things as "EMO", "Go cut",
and "OMG are you gay?"
Few friends, not enough.
Small cuts, not enough.
Master plan, too much
Unable to cry from these sad eyes.
Tears of blood,
crying to die
Draw a knife,
end their life.
Revenge with cold steel.
As their blood sprays the walls,
as their bodies fall,
a smile upon his face.
Their screams his music.
Their blood his paint.
As he paints the walls,
A blood red.
As he ends his own,
satisfaction he finds.
Lying among the juices,
From unintelligent minds.
A low murmur from blood red lips,
sick and twisted too late,
Sick and twisted,
Listen Harder, LoveI feel your fingers curling around my wristListen Harder, Love6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel your lips brush my cheek and its so sweet
I feel you there, now remind me what I missed
When his lips parted and your teeth met
Did he taste all that better than me?
I feel your hand wiping the tears off my face
I feel the saddest hurt you will ever know
I feel the note, in my hand, that you force in place
It will say yet again that you have to go
Is he really more than you ever dreamed?
I feel like my heart fell and shattered apart
I feel like a blade just pierced all through my lungs
I feel so dead, my pulse won't ever restart
I feel that this song is best left still unsung
But I'll sing it again, listen harder, love...
Maybe you'll hear me crying
Maybe you'll see my pain
Maybe you'll taste my kiss
Maybe you'll feel my tears
As they fall off my face onto yours...