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College Admissionshe snuck into the back of the room
with his sun-chapped knuckles
and his farmer's son burnt skin
he listened with his quiet mouth
drawn in a line taut with tension
he stalked back out with his hat tipped low
defeated long before t'd even begun
i wish him all the luck i do not need to have
7th Peroid English: Day TwoI watched your face light up
A smile so wide it broke my skin
Old, stitched-scars torn open in slight seconds
Your eyes, ever-catching, stood me in stillness
Undealt with emotions flickered too quickly
My mouth spoke before I thought and
With a breath I did not know Id drawn
We both allowed the moment to pass
an august poem**inhales**
i want to tell you about what you did to my insides just now
you made me remember what was lost
that silly little innocence mingled with guilt
where i used to bumble and you would laugh
but not at me, no, never at me
i want to touch your face and all those soft irish laugh lines
i almost made myself stop living in the future today
too much possible pain and too much ungrounded certainty
where all those high-voltage lines i've spun could dust-i-fy
ever since you've been around, however, so long or brief
with your earthen feet and dreamer's sight,
you were the rock that has helped me discover just who i want to be
i want to see your hands fit, always oh-so-perfectly, into the spaces of mine
Beth's Photoi have secretly coveted it
until i wore myself down with disgust
it's chisel-teeth gnawing the bottom
of the cell i have chained Envy to
sly, she-devil Envy has kissed my temples
poisoning the corners of my sand-glued eyes
she wants me to believe
that i hold no memeory of it
of your enamoration seeking mine so desperately
Untitled 22i have never had dreams the way that you do
so vivid and morning-hour lasting
i am tired of pressing my palms to the windows
staring at the green glitter skin of the earth
i want these things that you can't give to me
i can only do these things inside my own my mind
because the world won't accept them as they are
or cannot accept them because the people see it in themselves
but, unlike you my unlucky irish man i have hope
i'll carry it in my pocket, smoothen over like a river stone
Untitled 23i wanted to slap you
for eveything anybody like me had been through
it is not my sexuality that determines who i am
who i am determines my sexuality
i will not sleep with another woman for you
so you can get off on the sight of such barbarianism
her body is her own, not for your carnal delight or mine
she weilds her own goddess-pixie power when she wishes
you stupid stupid boy
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
Asperger SyndromeAsperger Syndrome is awesome.
Asperger Syndrome is cool.
Asperger Syndrome rocks.
People with Asperger Syndrome are sweet but not that outgoing.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their interests.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their pet peeves too.
People with Asperger Syndrome are quirky.
People with Asperger Syndrome sometimes have other problems too.
People with Asperger Syndrome have feelings.
People with Asperger Syndrome are people too.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
Edward Scissor Handstongues slipping in the dark
between the ears
is all i know of your story
so, i'll cry with you tonight
we'll lose ourselves in the stars
within the branches of the pink dogwoods
because we cannot touch
i watched them massacre you
from behind a pexi-glass screen
as anger pulsed an elevating pain in my ears
so, lie next to me tonight
you'll lose yourself with my amnesia kisses
because you've never touched
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