words, words, words

some personal poems. most are old, i haven't written in a while. but i feel inspiration my be on it's way (wink)

junkie

i want you so much i'm free-basing you in a dark alley somewhere.
secluded and cold.
you're like a drug, and i'm addicted in the worst way.
you wreck me. but you get me off until my nose bleeds.
i crave you, slow.
and then, you go speeding,
ripping trough my veins like a bullet.
you're rhythmic, i dig it.
time me off, take it to the hilt till my mind tightens,
like a much needed champagne high.
you leave holes in me.
and then you crash, strung out, like a speeding car wreck. you wake up,
closer to midnight than dead to alive,
half quarter till morning.
you are a scar i can show for the price of "free love."
i'd kill for you.
leave me on the street, next streetcar named desire, junkie
selling her soul for your heroine kiss.
there is no cure for you

untitled

and i've tried and it hurts and i don't want to be here anymore.
i want it all to end, the swirling masses of unknown unforgettables,
the tanget to my life.
i'd cut myself open and crawl out of the wreckage.
what i would do to find some rest. i am so envious of you.
what i want to do is die, and die happy.
forgive me.
it's time to fold, just hold out till summer, but i need to be more.
and summer's come and gone.
and fill up my heart with the empty in my head.
i am in beautiful pain.
poet's tree and music, yes. a death song.
3 a.m. friday.
would you make it? go away?
scratch into my soul, my heart?
my eyes to beget mournful tears?
my arms to bleed?
and still i feel so stupid.

exposition lime green

you are an artist.
sarcasm, exposition lime green perfect.
you run my stitches out. but this poem is not about me, it's you.
you are musical sprawling countryside lingo in truly unheard refrain.
a muse, a master.
you are clenching fightwars in bloody headstrong armageddon.
my tequila shot red summer sunrise,
my marital bliss.
you scream and break my heart.
this poem is interrupted, shitty.
but i am so sick with everyone's well wishing.
they want to see you love me, there won't be.
so i put you aside to forgive me.
not belonging to me or this great wide land that is our own.
you are yours and dangerous, an angel
so lovely.
find me, you love me.
cut yourself on love and convenience.
do you mourn me? my illegitimate love?
you are a poet.

biology 101 (this is for you, i think you know who you are)

blood flows out of me like water and i recall you.
fondly.
spirit flows out of me like wine and i am amassed.
shivering, shaking, and covered in flame.
sip of coke and slip into your universal fingertips.
borrowing from literaries who will never know my name
i am greater than my mourning and grateful for my pain.
i will, i shall turn myself inside out and walk the streets
and haunt your dreams because what makes the world love words,
makes me love your mouth.

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