I want you to
Fill me with the breath of your bass,
Like staffed lines wrapped around my spine.
I’m gonna find the right song to let out
In all the keys you take me for a ride through.
I want you to
Rewrite my melodies with your rhythm.
Sweeter than a hymn,
I want a symphony.
Hypnotize me with your beat,
Give me your freedom.
Send my pulse dancing.
Send your sound through my veins
And I’ll let it all out.
She exhales stale desires,
like shz tired of livin.
Don’t know sun up from dusk or which way the traffic goes.
It just goes.
And she inhales the dust on the street,
Gets a step further from where shz just been.
Breath laden with troubles and hard timez.
Lines furrowed across hr brow.
That’s a frown you see,
Rooted in the corners of hr mouth.
That’s all she got.
She inhales the dust
And exhales hr stale desires.
A little too long ago
She might’ve closed hr eyes and dreamt of castles in the sky, but
Hr stubborn ways slow hr down
High expectations never sought the ground,
She iz guilty of
Wanting
More.
Shz tired of living.
Never bothers to count the dayz shz lost or hopes to gain.
Drags hr feet
Eyez down
She don’t wanna
Do it
Anymore.
Cant get rid of this ache in my head,
No matter how many hours I lay in bed
Eyes closed,
Hoping,
Dreaming.
There’s a throb in my temple
Where I abused my tiny frame.
Pushed too hard to indulge and enjoy.
Overextended my reach to complete the circle, but
I’m still aching to grasp more than
Pillowcased dreams.
Made of things
Concrete instead of
Dripping glitter and illuminated lettering.
Set against skyscraped horizons and board rooms,
My daydream is overcome with ominous realities,
Jumping hurdles of systematic practicalities.
These moments before bed should be left to
Reminisce,
But I don’t have that kind of energy.
I’m falling asleep at an excruciating reality check.
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Squeezed a little too tightly,
Got a fistful of pulp,
Guts up under my nails;
I failed to treat it right.
There was no fight to keep it,
But I picked at reason anyway.
And now I got
Nothing.
Covered in the slime of times gone sour.
Hour followed hour
After our peak expired.
I didn’t stand a chance
Against this crop of romance.
I plowed that grove
Until my hands grip began to crack,
A parasitic distrust thriving in my love.
I tightened my grasp around my breath you took,
I looked away from the blame.
Let my lungs collapse without the sweet aroma of your breath.
Yes,
I held on tight.
Wanted to taste the juice from inside the fruit
So I squeezed with all my might
To hold onto succulent love.
Instead I got a glass of
Pulp.
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I spent so much of it foolishly
I’ve forgotten how to tell time
Apart from self-muttered lies.
It’s all the same, now.
Surreal or not,
I forgot the difference between a beating heart
And life as a dead beat.
Sloth/through/freedom
Clinging to trashbag highways,
I’m supposed to be
Living
Right now.
But alas,
Careless wreck of a girl.
I can’t remember which way leads death
Of motive and sound,
Of sensual vitals.
Which part of me will die when I decide to move?
The answer has become me.
Still, and barely breathing,
I held it on my tongue too long and the taste has become sour in my mouth,
I never swallowed the fruit;
Ripened resentment with age.
Tangled weeds meets roots dried with brittle rage.
I just can’t decide
Which part to hide,
I’d rather just
Fade away.
Caught in the indecision,
Firmly embedded against the winds
I won’t move.
I’ll simply forget
What precious parts I gamble with,
Simply put,
forget how to live.
i’ll stay still.
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Hz kiss has got a
Poetry
That leaves me shaking
In the knees.
Gravity testing
Pulse.
Waiting for it to begin,
Quivering petals, wilted from the
Anticipation
Of crashing
Quick, hard
Into the abyss
of
Pleasure.
I wanna kiss away
This heated frustration.
Let my lips lick away
Doubt.
Captivating grasp,
Pupils.
Sometimes just a glance.
It’s that slide I let you
Play on.
Guilty joy
Like adults on a playground.
Enjoying
In the open,
Sun’s kiss,
Soaking up breath
Like toes in sand.
I wanna dig
Into
Your smell.
Enough breaths to fill
The ache.
I wanna hear you.
Let me listen
To satisfaction.
I wanna hear
The details.
Feed me
Last night’s juice;
I’m still thirsty.
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It’s the way they stare me down.
Crooked eyes and broken smiles.
It’s the jagged sky and pink thighs that keep me
Anchored.
That damn blue outline.
Can’t see it in textbooks.
Progressive mutation of familiar faces,
Each case graced with a calculated hand.
These women stand before me
In their nude glory.
Exposing acidic memories and blemished sins.
Skin outlined with the blues;
Who they were
Has been forgotten.
Instead,
We’ve written their biographies
To keep history fluent.
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I’m gonna squeeze tight,
Run my fingers
Up and down the possibilities of pleasure.
With just a thin layer of
Sweet perspiration
Between us.
I’ll hold my breath until you say the time is
Right to
Let go.
I’m gonna shake my body free of
Impossibilities because
You said,
“hold on.
Slow down.”
And I believed you.
MMm…
I’m gonna dig in
And enjoy the filth of a
Long evening
With you.
Fill a room,;
Make it sweat with us.
Taste you when I breathe.
That might just be
The memory I enjoy the taste of.
But I’m okay with that
I am ready
To do it again.
Not to replace what I remember,
but to add on to my list of sins.
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Programmed to keep trying
Even if it means failing every time.
this is the only way I know how to please you.
I need a reset to forget how hard it was the first time.
Automatic turn around,
Dump the frown,
And try again.
Without having learned a thing.
But you’ll at least see the effort I’m wasting
And think it’s worth something.
I just wish I knew what that was.
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I can’t exorcise you from my memory,
not that I’d want to.
You are the constant that keeps me smiling,
Even in private.
Like a shy smile kept under wraps,
For all the time that’s elapsed between
Last time and the next
I can’t help but keep myself
Hopeful.
Like the next time is going to be just as full of
Sugar
and salty laughter.
You’re a taste I like to keep.
Sweet like misplaced kisses,
I like it when I can
Breathe you
In.
It’s the fact that I can let you in,
All this crazy I call Me.
The madness bred from the sadness,
The happy derived from the insanity,
The imbalance that keeps me
Standing.
You don’t need to ask.
A man sure of hz taste.
[ and he likes the taste of me ]
I’m exhausting my memory,
Remembering every detail of every minute moment you’ve kept me smiling.
But I find,
When I let myself finally rest,
It’s worth every waking breath.
