. as you may have noticed.. i'm.. not all there.. myself .

Apr 18, 2001 15:10



the wannadies
to sean who beats me dadeath with my own limbs

I crept inside, remembrance of the cool glass on my finger tips. i found you under black beds anticipating the second and third kiss. Exact smells lead me down to you and i bent back every mask you threw. I'd sell myself daily for simple acknowledgment but you and i both know this feels so fucking wrong.

. fluid .
. a poem for my sex bomb baby .

.. when he dies ..
he'll have my marks all over him
he forgives me with stained fingers
and the warmest knowing smiles
water forests and orange juice
a dream i can't remember
jumbled
we see clearly
fluid
yeah... yeahyeah

. walk me the long walk .
. a poem for the ooses who i cannot help but miss .

aching eyes
our brains burst
my face contorts to cry
and the headline boldly reads
it's front page news
BONNIE GUILTY: NIXON DECLARES

. tye . dye .
.. die . tyler . die ..
a poem for tyler collier

i lie here on a bed of filth and sky
a free bed of purity
and a thousand shades of brenyuh
he's shown me his humility
but.. unlike him i'm not one to use such things
against a friend.. a love
i look over to my last cigarette
bent.. so bent.. pretty, sure.. but bent
i wonder about our last few brawls
i go mad.. i lose it..
all but the frustration and blood
.
sleepless.. this does not mean insane
that day you took from under me the last of all that i knew
you made me believe i was nothing
made me believe i'd decayed
i crawled
i died
i was reborn
but slaughtered upon my first step
i loved
i cried
i came home to you
but found my new path had been cleared of all care
i can't believe you made me bleed like that
you're shit stained and standing in the frame where we once sat

if it weren't
another poem for tyler collier

he thinks he can fly.
truth is.. he prolly could.. if i would let him free.
if it weren't for me..
he would sleep.
he could pass unto a much softer touch.
if it weren't for him..
i'd BE!
i could scream one queer less..
whose ears would make me a whore for it.
if i fell
he could maybe just fade away
and if he died
i would have more luck of God answering one day.

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