Wednesday, November 4, 2015

There are a lot of reasons I can come up with as to why I have not been active on my blog. By active I mean I have not consistently posted in years. I could say that I have been writing but haven't felt the need to post it online, but that is only partially true. I haven't written consistently, everyday or at least once a week, in over 4 years. I was on fire at one point, a girl on fire, one who set herself aflame. Burned too bright I had nothing left to give. Flew too close to the sun. Whatever the reason is, that pattern ends now. I am a writer. Good morning. I really hope that if you are reading this, this is not my first post you read. Might I recommend reading from the very beginning.

Friday, August 22, 2014

sinking ships (ode to fellow nymphos)

anger and desire
the two are side by side
in my bed weer made of lead
you left me and i died

now i walk in heaven
now i walk in hell
this bed we made if just for shade
has cracked my rotting shell

i am the crab sans home
the angered silver spoon
i lost my cause put game on pause
howled at my twin the moon

lover of destruction
hater of mankind
hold my hand iim sinking sand
too late for change of mind

sooner that we leave her
sooner that weer there
see the sound my lovely mound
under your dark glare
i breathe, you shake, i shiver
your hard under my hold
your hands they drift my shirt you lift
your fingertips are cold

im agile when you hold me
your grasp i cant evade
wet desire old thoughts transpire
your moans a serenade

we wake in early morning
the sun has yet to rise
wake with my tongue your heat it sprung
last night we soon reprise

you fall back asleep
you say i wore you out
my knees are burning from your yearning
but still i feel without

cooking in the kitchen
push up against my back
now you rise with lusting eyes
i take what you unpack

these letters my impression
i write solely for you
hang them high dont say goodbye
i know you want me too

letters from my mom in rehab

you think nobody sees you but I see you ma'
lickin your gums like you've broken the law
you think you're so funny when you sit and you stare
but my god the pain to know nobody's there.

I'm glad you're alive.
Not sure what that means.
They said you have written me
from your gas chamber fiends.

it's a means to an end
this cutting you out
oh no i don't hate you
but with my love there is doubt

you should have gone farther
smashed yr head in a door
i hear yr 'so sorries'
but im so fucking bored

Saturday, May 26, 2012


i have a friend named tommy
shes a blood banger too
friends that are fiends and lovers who coo

she makes sad men smile
and all worth the while
we pay her dimes

i dont know where she is half the time but i love er
that girl that girl of mines like no other

this tunes not a tune unless you pay up
she dont mess around fuck around roll around LOVE
i have a friend named metho
he parties all night
complains about morning, hot stars that shed light

he makes his friends smile
but only for a while
cus sometimes he just gotta run

i dont know where he is most the time god i miss em
that boy that boy of mines like a piston

this tunes not a tune unless you pay up
he dont mess around fuck around roll around LOVE
i have a friend name D-ick
he sticks to his guns
calls insults debates, animated reruns

he makes sad me smile
he shows up to his trials
but sometimes he just wants to sleep in

i dont know where he is where hes not but hes golden
the sun only shines in the sky cus he told em

this tunes not a tune unless you pay up
he dont mess around fuck around roll around LOVE

i have a friend named J-arra
hes chasin a dream
acid made mountains and shroom composed streams

he makes red heads smile
while they stare at the tile
but many times he just walks away

i dont know where he is weekend nights but hes livin
rappers and hipsters beware of this villain

this tunes not a tune unless you pay up
he dont mess around fuck around roll around LOVE