by the boy with brown eyes

this poem is a gift to me from one of the most beautiful people i know. i didn't know i could inspire that in you.

Typical Afternoon

I will rest my hand on her inner thigh

not enough to provoke but

just enough to raise the temperature

in the room like throwing a match in a furnace

I will squeeze let my pinkie glance her zipper

not enough to signal a passing ship

just enough to bruise her lower lip

her eyes narrowing not knowing where to focus

I will follow her to her room steady

not quickly enough to be sixteen

just quickly enough to feel like I am

parents are out of town oh shit how the fuck do I do this

I will undress her like I need her

hold her like she’ll dissolve

kiss her like she’s dying

I will move her legs to suit

my tastes to suit

her moans

leave sweat from my hands in

her hair

purple tattoos on her ass

and thighs

fingerprinted necklaces

baby look what I’ve made

flinging perfect body over chairs

against walls teeth

always at her ear

making her back arch to

kiss me

till we are reduced to lovers in

knotted sheets stroking belly hair and

kissing shoulders

saying let’s do it again then

moving an inch

saying maybe not

my hero bares his nerves

by Dylan Thomas
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost, Leans on my mortal ruler, The proud spine spurning turn and twist. And these poor nerves so wired to the skull Ache on the lovelorn paper I hug to love with my unruly scrawl That utters all love hunger And tells the page the empty ill. My hero bares my side and sees his heart Tread, like a naked Venus, The beach of flesh, and wind her bloodred plait; Stripping my loin of promise, He promises a secret heat. He holds the wire from the box of nerves Praising the mortal error Of birth and death, the two sad knaves of thieves, And the hunger's emperor; He pulls the chain, the cistern moves.

the deal

i like how you can call me two-faced and a whore on a blog post i wrote almost a month ago. you probably waited so long because you thought i'd never see it. and as far as acting differently behind someone's back, you won't even sign your name to it. now who's sneaking around and being underhanded?

you're a fucking coward. and i'd say it to your face if you'd grow some balls and show it.

cunt.

down

Let's get drunk
You can drive us to the harbor
Wish upon a star but
Do you know what stars are?
Balls of fire, burning up the black space
Falling from the landscape
Exploding in the face of God

Let's get crazy,
Talk about our big plans
Places that you're going
Places that I haven't been
Build my walls up
Concrete castle
Keep this kingdom free of hassle, yeah

Yeah
Yeah

I hear sound echo in the emptiness
All around but you can't change this loneliness
Look what you've found, I've fallen down

Taste the saline rolling down your cheekbone
Tell me that you're alone, tell me on the telephone
Feel your heart it breaks within your chest now
Try to get some rest now, sleeps not coming easy for a while, child

Child, yeah

I hear sound echo in the emptiness
All around but you can't change this loneliness
Look what you've found, I've fallen down
Down, down
Down, down

I hear sound echo in the emptiness
All around but you can't change this loneliness
Look what you've found, I've fallen down
Look at what you've found, I'm falling down
Look at what you've found, I'm falling down

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