Pleasure thief Breathe with the streets, the dark A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the and more... planning out my killing floor. 5 1
A breakthrough A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write 4 1
Senescence (Visual-Lies II) ~ PUNCTURE-WOMB ~ Creating pretty holes and lovely h Making spaces for stained~glass pa Now sunlit, with vistas of red, so —My Womb with a view. 4 3
Twin Flame I am Victory, within; You. A balance of all things Pleasant, And antagonistic to Dopamine pure We Conjure; Then Conquer. Our symbiotic Love-Hate fate, 10 1
Mother Fucker I had a revelation. I just can’t remember what it was. But I’m almost sure it was lewd, What can I do? To bring it up might disgrace you. 25 1
Visual-lies PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h making spaces for stained glass pa Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so my room with a view. 3 1
F minus We are, by no means; Dazzling, or that flawless strong Of which our diamond-shine species Could and thus should, Long to be. 9 4
X marks the spot My memory bank leaves me filthy ri even in that often thought of ditc Loved ones so terrified of the sid imagine me all dirty, choked, and My tender 15 1
Circumvention ~ Every single day, to raise anew Feelings of empowerment, to be use Can fall before dusk, to soon to b Yet act as a manure, to nourish an This nights killer, called; Sunri 12 1
Mind Spool Matricide: A 'No Reply' Provocation Thoughts unravel This road I travel The end I cannot see In turn and twist My mind splits 13 1
4:57 a.m. - Chamomile or Xanax?? Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story. 11 1
Charting the Heart Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter 8 1
Waiting on Her Absence When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light. 2 2
Prose and Cons[truction]: “An American Dream Under Destruction” My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors 6 3
The Art of Lust: "Are you okay?" I am hearing the words, those word “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki —I would rather don the tattered c Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut A ragged layer upon pure awareness 5 2
Dead Yesterday I don’t know exactly how this came but likely began with seed of doub Or the question of truth, and getting no clue. So I filled in the blanks, 1 1
Tailored Sin I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out 7
Apple Swing Wrecking Ball Breaking Something Testing Me Forget; Forget Hollow Spirit Lie For Your Blood Obsessing 1
Morally Unkempt I cannot find favor In loves growth chaperoned I have no detector No pocket ace No perfect way 1
Meditation Might be Good For You (revised a thousand times) I was talking with myself a little When promptly did I learn, that t And having finally found out, once —He was without a doubt making no Until I thought, in that moment I 8
The Great Fleshy Flora I want to see the poppy rise, bloo and be sacrificed I want to make love to the liar, s and multiply the wounds I wish to strip her, degrade her 11 1
Washed in the House of Saint James I feel a surge creeping up behind or maybe from inside me; So surprise me. I can only take so much, before I crack a smile sweet; 1 1
Unatural Selection Stray from tender infusion, 'cause docile doesn’t work. Embrace the fasting revolution, and prowl, where gluttony lurks. Survival of the fittest, 2 1
Nuerotica Erotica Show me; Tell me. Or is this a matter of being seen, with the coming on of a little anx Just show me; 13
Have a Laugh with Me The sun rises quietly, and in soft it paints. In this dayglow vibrancy, with ima it reaches out. Waking those in need of light, cal 8
Angel Food (Angel Prey) Drive the dirtied splinter. Lay it straight; direct, and deep into her face. No ending. 3 2
Waiting on Her Abscess (a conversation had over coffee and toast) If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind; 3
Head for the Door Oral sex and cigarettes, in threadbare kindled corsets. Trading laces in a red lit bizarre you mend your teddy with rusty wir Are your goods morning market fres 4
Pained Reciprocation Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin It’s on it’s way; on the return. That openness you shared with me; Has been searing a brand, On every thought I have of you. 7
it's beating me my heart is beating and for this i am thankful i can breathe i can breathe! my heart is beating 6 3
Scribe~Ills Anna Sleaze is diseased. Like Typhoid Mary, and fucked with ease. Always with a “Please!” And a “MORE, MORE!, MORE!!” 8 1
Warsmith Rising Disengaging heart solution, to spur dualities feud. Curse laden incantation, debriding hybrid wounds. If only one was weaker, 1
early morning notes Dry is the thread, brittle and fra May I be so bold? As to tell you of a dream I’ve ha Through dusty road and whistling t 4