Fat people on planes
Fat people on planes Oh I’m sorry, did you expect me to say large boned? Did you expect me to excuse each excess stone, Would you be able to ignore the layer of fat the envelopes my phone?No. If you’re … Continued
A breath of fresh air
A breath of fresh air by Marc Auf der Heyde I’ve started seeing how things are now, in a new haze, a new light, It took me a minute, maybe two, it was a hard time, but now I … Continued
A murder, not a mystery
Paint dripped and dropped, splashing to the floors, A woman cried alone in the street, as they came all at once, Breaking down the poet’s doors. The sun refused to rise that day, as it looked on down with a … Continued
Unfaithful Voracity
I don’t fall for that typical love that attracts bloodshot eyes. Encapsulated in a pulsing red is a desire that repels me. For with every beat of a heart, there is one in sync with mine. Somewhere. And in whose … Continued
Would time allow it?
How can a person hurt, with such a force and such a rage? Over another person, *weakly* bonded, on a another stage? Why enter the void, when the outside is sweeter? Why am I incapable of receiving the love I … Continued
A short poem about feeling like Kerouac when he’s with Slim, or anything else you like.
-mean- As in aggressive or understanding, One leads to the less of the other, And one is the lesser than the other, I hate this new way of blabla. Hate is a very strong word… I hate this new way … Continued
Black Coffee
Growing up seems quite bitter; Senses interrupted by black coffee, beer, and cigarettes, All the while, keeping me going, pretend to be growing. Not bitter like almonds But bitter like regrets. As maturity slowly creeps around the corner, I find … Continued
Empty Potential
If my lungs could be clouds, I’d fill them with rain. And if your lips were fire, I think I’d suffocate. But all we are is flesh and blood and bones and skin pulled tight over our pretty souls and … Continued
For I had hoped
For I had hoped to be his desperate L***** with delicate curls and made up lips I had hoped that Nabokov’s prose would consume him as it had consumed me but he heard harsh sound as I read a flowing … Continued