something is or something aintlike a russian roulette duet,
i prefer my own company anyway
like a queenless king
i'm only as good as my worst day
a subtle build up or dramatic let down
if i play my cards right, you won't
you won't make it home tonight
we both know i have a horrible pokerface,
and a moment of silence is much too long
to deteriorate means to worsenwith a dry throatto deteriorate means to worsen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I finger fuck you
my bone splinters
and I beg you to keep it
not even the heroin aficionados
know an addiction like this
they don't know the fucking half of it
what they do know is
that this street is my bed
and where I spit
is where I lay my finished head
they know our names
and they know about
the time I molested myself in public
they know about the
prescription drug love affair
and the night I amused myself
by throwing empty beer bottles
from a second story window
but they will never know
how good it feels to
decompose inside of you
the night I choked you
and fell asleep in my car
I'm sure they would have
heard about that too
quiver or talentless drunkfrom a second story fire escapequiver or talentless drunk7 years ago in Other More Like This
I watch the prostitutes waltz
to the cry of the car alarm symphony
the hum of this city is my warm orgasm
ripening, spreading and pulsating
concealing our worst fears that occupy these streets
kids setting their hands on fire
and coffee stained books leaking
into bent necks and modern dance
oh how we danced
oh how we fucked
my american dreama walking mess, we must confessmy american dream8 years ago in Other More Like This
room smells of no sex and I am a beached whale
declining in a sea of 400 count sheets, no shit, just sleep
pillows swell with dead weight, no wait
gray matter, take me home
my american dream rapes, lies and drinks too much
my american dream is no different than yours
gray matter, pass me a bottle or a bullet
america, you cunt
'to you still in bed'.'to you still in bed'7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I heard of a couple who woke up beneath
the knotting of sheets to find their bodies
conjoined. This morning I was
relieved to write on your fridge
-used being-7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waking from ache, the
sunrising method of equal love
through varicous veins of a universal
obtuse to acute of
equal wetness of
as we overgaze
of broken glass
of the perfect glass reflecting
reality with simultaneous equal
friend as strangers-
too much fog
to see through the lunacy,
through the lunacy the crisp
found at a single identity
significant among the mute
riot of lies
and well hopefully I'll say itHey.and well hopefully I'll say it9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How's it going.
I think you know what I'm going to say, I can tell in your eyes that you know
and that you know that I know that you know.
You're beautiful, everything about you is unique.
Everything you say amazes me.
Everything you like, I like.
it's almost as if it's destiny.
There's just...something about you that's like no other human being I've ever met.
And when I think about your smile, and your hair, and your eyes, and your face, and your voice
I just light up, like a little christmas tree almost.
Sometimes I just think of you, and I smile.
That hasn't happened to me in a long time.
(I'm talking in monologues again, it's a really bad habit. But isn't talking in parenthesis also a really bad habit?)
I know I'm being all gushy
but I'm going to do something that I've wanted to do for a while:
there was this Ramones song on their self titled record.
I was wondering if you knew if.
The first line goes:
"Hey little girl, I wanna be your boyfriend."
Broken MelodyA broken melodyBroken Melody7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Holds a key
Deep within the chords
Of a rundown piano,
Where I used to play
A song of relief,
While browsing the pieces
Of my song book
Turning the pages,
Scribbling a note,
So I could bring back
That once played
The keys to my heart
With a resounding tone
As I recall every song
I have played
with my piano,
That I almost forgot
What it really means,
To be alive...
A broken melody.
5:57 AMI've seen them angels and the whores they become5:57 AM7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glass stomachs and a fifty percent chance the child is yours
but I keep on drinking and gaining weight
bobby told me I stopped breathing in my sleep the other night
that was the best news I had heard all month
I celebrated by spending the extra three bucks for the good stuff
but the mornings have been more awkward lately
and I can't even stand the smell of myself anymore
if you can spare a dollar or two it's nice to meet you
2039482I dont care anymore that Im asleep more hours than I can be bothered to be awake.20394826 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the middle of the night when I wake with nightmares Ill ask you
Will you please come home? I need you. And youll respond Im sorry I cant.
At night when you call, youll whisper to me that youre so afraid Ill off myself before you come home.
And I bet its awful to know that you caused this.
Id give anything to forget that you swore you loved me and then you threw it all away, and stupid stupid me tried to salvage it, I cant even salvage myself. I hate you for doing this to me.
Im the kind of broken that means
three year old temper tantrums on the bathroom floor
because I think that maybe someone will bring you home when
they cant stand to listen to me anymore.
And not sleeping for three days because the nightmares wont stop.
And drinking half a bottle of vodka because it brings back me
like rain on know roofsperm donor painting memories,like rain on know roof8 years ago in Other More Like This
"uphill both ways" and I'm the first one to lie.
like snow angels underwater,
we had a good time drowning.
the last time I felt this way I was burning books your father wrote,
while you danced through the history that is blood, sweat and tears.
mud wet with fear and cognac terrorists rain on my parade.
I miss my lover manthis night is differentI miss my lover man8 years ago in Other More Like This
I'm still drinking
I swear to you, this night is different
I ask the prick in the sky for a taste
the scent of a cunt
clean lips and all
nothing too dry
I'm getting more and more impatient these days
I miss my lover man
he's knee deep in the scent
ohio has blessed him with all the cunt he can eat
I can imagine him now
beard between thighs
drunk as a skunk
laughing like a goddamn fool
his intellectual tongue
like a fish out of water
fucking his agnostic lover
I ask the prick in the sky for a taste
I'm getting more and more impatient these days
Significantmelancholic rag dolls under distant-trenchesSignificant7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on bittersour benches
crying without onions until infinite forever
untouched significance beneath beloved whatever.
untitled 3he welcomes her still nights, heavyuntitled 38 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with barely suppressed energy;
he hums with her vibrations
her skin is moonlight
and he hesitates even as he rises
with details -- a line of shadowed vertebrae,
the giving of herself in the curve
of arm about her head, the unconcerned
angle of a leg revealing her sex
a sharp crack, and again -- echoed
by the soft staccato of pillow-cries
and warm wet answers
he is absorbed in the bloom
of scarlet poppies under his hand
even as he cools their heat
in a slow exhale over tender kisses
paint the bridge, ryanstockholm syndrome and a collapsed lungpaint the bridge, ryan8 years ago in Other More Like This
these wire wrapped women are examined
it's a sexual parade for the sarcastic cunts
last night my lungs and liver were a canvas
the nicotine mistress spreading her intellectual aids
painting an offensive masterpiece for the mob of leeches
I'm a fly on the wall in this city
and this city is killing me, darling
Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography10 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was
DisclaimerNotice:Disclaimer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't be so sure
that I'm really
good for you.
I may become
more attached to you
than we ever bargained for.
Survival.your body is theSurvival.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(with my very own
Softspoken I will liveSoftspoken7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside your lips
if you shut your eyes
Obit.upon hearing the news of my death,Obit.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i just couldnt help but laugh.
Danse IsoleeThe windshieldDanse Isolee6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It might as well be r