The Poet's WombI've been raped His seed is invested within me A flowering course of fulfillment I incubate a child fathered by a muse's infant An infant I have defloweredThe Poet's Womb
Serenade my womb Mold its dweller with your words Fill it with half-eaten stanzas The child no longer sleeps
It has awaken within me
He forced his poem into me Now this mind shall force it out We give birth on this deathbed Through ink and through words
A Book Can't Teach Us To ReadHe garrisoned his words within the hour The fleeting odor of a hotel fee cast over A vocabulary, spattered in semen It seems only to invite victims Here she couldn't avoid this feeble building Its tone beckoningly invited her with pressure Boasting Victorian columns, near collapse Eroding away, beginning at the knees The lecherous alarm screams victory She can't scream in his dilapidated womb of absence He can't nurture her without being nurtured himself The trophy has become his, the army has leftA Book Can't Teach Us To Read
What has &nbs
A Novel Survival"Surviving a Novel"A Novel Survival
Between a wasted scene and an unheard introduction The narrator slips in and slips out, unscathed, unharmed Leaving behind botched birth, twitching bodies A colorless, slightly retarded set of offspring Easily manipulated in every aspect of the word To no avail, this mass-production attempts to create The only sum of its attempts is more and more concrete By every word, by every thought, it furthers its own road Such irony rests on the potter's wheel: A self-proclaimed end This congregation has no way past the ruined bridge Their works have always bee
Dear Elephant.Dear Elephant,Dear Elephant.
I remember you. The tricks were magnificent. Honestly, those feats were more than entertaining. But I saw everything else.
Do you ever laugh? What would you like to do in life? Do you ever aspire to be a lawyer? A doctor? Maybe a teacher? You taught me what a metaphor is. You taught me how to write. You showed me how to become a metaphor. And you fed me. I never figured out what you fed me. You never told me. I asked you but your lips were sewn shut. Just like my eyes. While the clowns lost their tickets to watch you, I found you in my dreams. &nbs
When the meek rule the EarthLook, sir, there’s a world here, Where the apples of sin fall Salivate and clutch at the soil And cultivate another person; Where petty dictators sell A pick’n’mix and several tricks, sir, All for a penny (Quite reasonable, if you ask me); Where the sibilant serendipity Of that broken grand piano, Since so long out of tune, Throttled beneath a chord That grates at the harp of your heart As hard as a drunken mistake On your internal recesses; A penny a pop And an inoculation of alcohol; Flying high, sir? With all regards,When the meek rule the Earth
Hopeless Romantic_The Series 1Smooth stem and orange petals, dancing camouflaged in the sun. In the center of a field of dry people. Wildflower, I have found you. A southern subtlety. I'm afraid to pick you. I fear you will wither away in my hands. The morning dew settles. I long to be the mist that rests on your neck, Or the droplets that roll to your navel. Wildflower, I have found you.Hopeless Romantic_The Series 1
Standard -Shifting to Neutral-Black rubber hosing. Metal spring valves. Polished steel casing. Shelled in fiberglass, giving a certain appearance of strength. Trying to lighten the burden of the exhausted machine that lay within. Working tirelessly.Standard -Shifting to Neutral-
Alone. Repairing damaged parts. Exchanging old pieces for newer ones.. This engine. Fueled by oxygenated blood, and a high octane mix of passion and hatred; beats for nothing if there is no passenger. It cranks and idles under the chest. I will never open the hood to anyone; in fear that portions will be stolen and used. The flesh is locked away. &n
Day RememberedI stand there sipping my hopscotch the girls just stood there and watched, no 1,2,1,1,2..Day Remembered
It began to rain but I saw the tear ducts swell up in those grey clouds so I expected it, but everyone else scurried like ants under the awning, but I just stood there watching the chalk wash away, watching the ice cubes melt.
"Come now so you won't get a cold!" That was the least of my worries.. When I found my self under that sardine packed shelter the leader began to ramble on about fun and games everyone knew they were going to hate..
Jump rope to me, looked like a marionette controlled savagely by two qua
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"The difference between men and women is this: Women want quality, men don't care as long as it's naked."
~ Skanky Girl!
How much of it's genetics? How much of it is fate? How much of it depends upon the choices that we make...?
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