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I take a deep breath You grab the steak knife You part your lips I cock the semi-automatic You don’t make eye contact with me I stare at my shoes And we dwell in this articulate world of pain You’ve heated the fire, I’ve sharpened the needles You say it’s complicated And I start bleeding I force a smile And send poison pumping through your system I can’t see You break a bottle and the glass goes into the ocean I drink, and you drink from this ruined thing And it’s Shakespeare and teeth marks for breakfast The wind blows your hair And my hairThis is the kind of torture that leaves beautiful scars.

With the remnants of fortune cookies in our teeth You call me Christmas morning And hold me in your arms In the isles of CVS And under the florescent lights You give me a real smile And mouth the words to the song Playing over the loudspeakers We eat ice cream In weather below zero And stand on the benches To see who’s taller You drink Dr. Pepper And I hold your hand You make my head spin. You smile, and kiss me.

There is a place on a hill Where names don’t matter And the snow falls In-between the grass And into the cracks of the rotting wood benches And from the gazebo You can see the snowflakes disappear When they reach the ocean And white sails and brown masts Lie quiet on the water Moving with the easy wind And the sun throws her brilliant light Over the water, fading From shades of red to the purples and blues of the Atlantic And the trees that give shade Are silhouetted against the gently flaming sky And darkness comes softly and quietly with stars And when it’s dark The star on the crane is lit up, Just a strand of lights in the shape of a s...

The writing on the wall Can kill a man Like a semiautomatic And words can wrap around his mouth Like duck tape, Forceful and silent. And hate speech can coil Around a man Till he is bound from hand to foot In fearAnd discrimination Can stuff a rag down a man’s throat Till he chokes

When you’re an alcoholic Some things don’t fit in bottles Some people are just people Who walk past you on the street And some smiles are just sympathy Mass produced for drowning sailors In a sea of poinsettia and Salvation Army penniesMy eyes hold the serenity Of a Beatles song My heart’s a little drunk But beautiful And you stand there with that Simple, sane smile on your lips Coxing my gentile soul to Throw back another glass As my life flips by Like the pages Of a Playboy In the windMiracle that I amI’m walking on gin and tonic And carrying my cross While you spit on my crown of thorns Camping out under a freeway Half empty bottle in h...

You are heaven on a stick With beautiful eyes and Just enough ambiguity to make things romantic I tell you I think the planes in the night sky are beautiful You tell me I like them ‘cause they’re more tangible than stars I duck into the red tunnel on the jungle-gym Hiding from the world for a minute or two I don’t know what this moment Of holding your face in my hands Means in the greater scheme of fate Or when god enters or exits this stage But for those few beautiful seconds When your fingers curl around mine I don’t care

Hooray for teenage angst. And alcohol out of the blue. A riot of blood. And daisy’s. And purple pills. Dancing a lusty dance.  Beneath the dirt. Converse shoes. Left. Right. Step to the symphony of fly’s being unzipped. And cutters in the girls bathroom. Are carving LISTEN. LISTEN. LISTEN. Down their arms.   And here she is herself. The sweet princess of abuse. With a black eye. And an empty locket around her neck. Little pieces of humility falling out through the holes in her jeans And she is written on. In a heartbreaker sort of way. …she does dope. But always smells like roses

O nobody knows we’re all just standing Waiting Watching Standing in line Dancing a dance behind velvet curtains Singing a song that nobody knows We are the subject The center, the star The one who knows nothing But hides it so well We are the bias, the dirty, the just Living the secrets that no one will tell Pale, parched chrysanthemums Hide in our souls Feeding on kisses and Cheep red wine Blooming and dieing And standing in line We dwell in fantasy Love in the grass Passing the time Killing it quickly and painlessly   Moment by moment Savoring nothing and calling it trash With reckless abandon we Eat up life and Choke on the bones You’re...

it's fall and i'm thinking of you crimson leaf on the sidewalk but only with my subconscious in the back of my brain where instinct is kept next to next to the nerves that tell my heart to beat and lungs to breathlong ago I took trees for granted seldom have I stopped to watch them die I only notice the leaves smudged with dirt Courtesy of looking at my feet when I walk Gold and red and dwindling yellow You hold so many stories You whisper memories in my ear (The ones I hope I’ll never forget) And you are my constant reminder Of days long ago when Apple cider burnt my tongue And we got lost in grandma’s attic

Your first smoke Is like Your first kiss You hold the lighter Humbled by it Curiously chewing your lip And wondering If he’ll taste your Cherry lip gloss You role your thumb Along the spiked wheel And tear the Lighter fluid soaked wick Into flame It is the birth of Your teenage soul Conceived in the ashes Of your innocent self You touch your lips to his Basking in this sort of awkward passion The excitement pulses and The adrenalin drains As you inhale that spicy rebellion Whose nickname is death And try to wrap your tong around That word love