screaming at low volumes
you used to say that I loved her more. i’d say never and try to hold you. you used to tell me to shut-up when we were in the car when I started to serenade you with my tiny voice. I knew you didn’t want to hurt me, that you were just embarrassed. My voice … Read moreWhy I Don’t Write About You
Those Catholic girls can really fuck you up; something in the way they’re called to serve God; On hands and knees, Ass pointing to heaven, Crying out to god – for what, he only knows But there you are, trying to understand how a drop of rain feeds the Red Woods.
the sky outside is melting,right down into my bones.they say trauma is heldright down into the muscle;there’s women all over the worldand every one is ugly – uglier than a single sin with a neighbor boy in the rain.we don’t talk about traumain the bones or the muscleswhen the sky outside is melting.
The best thing about a whore is her honesty, fucking real honesty like you can’t even get in church. And when they tell you about your cock, how nice it is and sweet and pure, when they pump you up about your scent after you’ve been in the mines for a week, when they hold … Read moreWhores
A sad beauty on Display paying for a karma she’s got to pay with Bill Hilly on top to make her sad that orgasm is just this… So she talks too much about a million things; her mind to fast to see a way out for tomorrow. Sweet blonde hair feels real too real to … Read moreA sad beauty on Display
come and find me god,I am here,10 Raymond St.New London, CT 06320USA, Earthbut this must be meaningless to you,much as it has been to Santa Clause.but you… well, youjust might know howto fix everythingbecause I don’t,not anymore,not since then.do you know where I was then?did you know my fearlike my very earthshaken open as my … Read morecome and find me god,
Never got so beat up that I couldn’t see lifefrom the barrel of hell – shiny blue and wreaking of sobriety,we fuck in solitary,from behind confinementwalls made from my own fearswhere she criesand I lieabout the night.And besides, it was not so long ago that the tearswere mine and the lies hers,but we said we would … Read morebeat up
I will drink and drink until I am drunk with life I said I would – when? was it 10,000 years ago when I spent my days in mud and muck waiting for a lung to breath the scent of your hair across pillows, green as spring lawns manicured to hide the dangers of love? … Read moreWasted Children
I dream of the daywhere life falls awayand the seconds pass so slowthe wind softly blowsoutside where we lie deeptogether as one, not two;I dream I’m not blue.I imagine you’re here,everything is gone but now,shadows dance along the wallsand you’re safe with meand I don’t grieve.I see a night not lost to emptinessand your hair … Read moregood bye
When I placed it on the bar I left with trust in my heart. When I returned, I lost a part of my soul. Where did my oblivion go? O, Salvation, who has you? I know I’ve made a deal with 2 devils one says I can one says I can’t. Fuck the both of … Read moremother fuckers