finally I found strength I abandoned

, with benefit but

large much struggle. This is the only

thing: let it burden me. You

deserve my honesty, I cannot

allow for

your intense stare, it knows

me inside out. I could

never deny a thing, nor admit

to my want till that brief happy end, so even

now down widely echoing

hallways maybe is

my barren, reverberating reply.



oh god

So hot and heavy, the air

like stillness before a great storm I

am confused and angry at

myself, mostly because apparently I

ve made weaker this by my

vulnerability. The admission that I cant

hold back what I maybe should

destroyed a little bit

the little thread

that we are holding

on to. Oh how to break

out of this, out of the humidity.

It’s surrounded me on all four sides, all

four corners of this box Im now trapped

what is wrong.. with my soul… i cant decide..

oh god.

Bacon and Cake


If my lips are bacon

then yours are cake.

We’ve never forsaken

our incredible fake.

Bits get stuck between my

teeth, icing slides

around behind my tongue.

Captured low beyond the

beat, it sighs;

Are we too young?

Oozes out of my heart

into the space beyond,

it’s left my soul destitute.

The little left to shake

is crunching down into

small bits and pieces.

The little left to bake

is sludging up upon

the higher grounds.

I hope it makes to

last to

infinity and


Bits of bacon and wedges of cake.

They get stuck between my teeth and

slide around behind my tongue.

Can I have a taste?


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Much too random

these words of mine.

Lorde running through my head

lover of music

can’t take it out-

I write poems about the wrong people

it causes trouble

call them fat-

even those who aren’t

are fat;

fat heart,

full bosom.

Think before you speak

or write


things that cannot be changed.

Then men look at you crooked

the next time you see them

and forget to say hello.

Stupid man-perfume

masking everything

It’s a wonder

I’m still breathing.


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Illegible as is my writing-

so is your soul.

Keep playing with

my heart

and I’ll shatter yours

to pieces.

The speed of my rapid heartbeat

doesn’t match

the speed of my

weakened finger as

it traces your

destroyed features.

Easy to penetrate

quick and particular

sinking you slowly

so you must be.

The fox, oh

I’m clever-

yet danger lies behind

my pearly gates.

Steadily, like a

battering ram

I’ll break and sell you or

keep you, but,

never will

I ever

share you.