narcissus

u make me fucking sick

with all yr pleas and please

forget me when i leave, alone with yr disease

…

begging is for losers

yr such a fucking slut

yr worries will enfold u, u gotta lose that strut

…

hang in there kid, so they say

u know they’re full of shit

they pant and plead, they’re full of greed; a disease they can transmit.

…

anger’s filled my empty cup

they say i live for death

my momma cant sit still they say, result of too much meth.

guy not a man

beat me down

cus im young

u say i dont know shit

..

fuck u man

u dont understand

my feelings r legit

..

i’ll claw my way

to the top

to buildings in the sky

..

hear my beats

step out of time

u fuck just like a guy.

undulating love

fevered bellies

anger ridden

tame the maker

make her hidden

please your mother

sin the sinner

make the lover

make him dinner

 

Write yr memories in the sand,

Let them wash away.

Forever lost in the sea.

Here leaves the sight of day.

Watch her walk into the dark.

Hear her voice so faint.

She can do no wrong you say;

You call your love a saint

You wake to her in the dark,

Can't see her but you know;

Her smell: her scent, the love you lent

Will never leave your glow.

You seem to light the path

Back home and to your heart.

Refuse to think of an end:

An un-earthly work of art.

theft

i have:

nothing to hide from now

nothing to see but foul:

sights and sensations,

new revelations

i am fondly contagious but how

i am:

energetic and pleasing at best

but those who know me detest

see me and run

for i will give none

save breathing for when I'm at rest

i have:

anger and spite deep within

the only constant is my steady sin

when i am without

i feel pain and then doubt

i love nothing not even my kin

i cry:

and barely can catch my breath

can't stop thinking of untimely death

stand back and see

my life is not only ME

call me a robber; it's theft.

to the bone

dust yr feet off, clear the earth

time to see yr woven worth

yr harried mind and fragile hands

lead me to misunderstand:

i am the pell i am the grant

i am the tree, the hole, the ant

i am the moon, the sun, the stars

i am the earth, venus, mars

i am the words, the pen, the ink

i am the plate, the kitchen sink

i am my nails, my dirty nails

i am the bugs, the slugs the snails

i am the ground, the dirt, the clay

i am a child’s grin, dismay

i am the mother and the dad

make me good for i am bad

huddle and pray

huddle beneath the earth

the earth

 i fell so damn pristine

ode to the sight of the sky

the sky

 i am a mean machine

u missed my mouth

my ever moving, changing glance

u missed yr move

yr only chance

i feel nothing

i feel it all

some days short

but most days tall

i am the soil

beneath my nails

i am just bones

i am so frail

eager yet

disengaged

powdered nose

feathered rage

if this is how I’m sposed to be

count me out

one, two, three

dust

devil

leathered

primal

bitten

take me

break me

make me

smitten

love adorned

heavy thorned

u sure wear that crown well

un-announced

ready, pounce.

lies: the stories u tel