Rippling chatterbox

A tongue of a cult minister

Wretched salivating beast

Shoving beliefs down

your raw throat with a

diamond skull pitchfork

Monstrous tattletale

Never ending movements

of her blood thirsty lips

Cunning rabid wolverine

clawing at your character

shoveling fertilizer in

her rattling horrid crevice

Anxiety heightens as her

head is yanked as I stare

into her black hole eyes

with my soft pale smirk

She drifts into a glitz of speculation

She ran towards a pile of observations

She held onto a mirage of closeness

She lifted her eyelids with the awakened truth

She borrowed sections of a proverb

She ignored the written allegations

She walked down a crusade with bitten nails

She sent the adversary a love letter

She played the diablo torn lyrics

She justified the reasons of the downfall

She fell into darkness with a smug look

Exasperated from the dialogue

Drained from the jagged circle

Irked from the hiccups of frustration

Drowsy from the four inch spikes

Fed up from the off cuff ramblings

Jaded from the hellacious past

Distressed from the self made drama

Fainting from the overused cliches

Stale from the spinning cycles

Fatigued from the disappearing ink

Consumed from the dead end

Lying in narcosis

Descending in narcissism

brushing up against controversy

Collapsing into the static

Toppling onto the obsolete scenes

Squabbling over a chalice of ethics

Between the upside down convictions

and the cone shaped postulates

The marrow of my identity cringes

Glaring at the nervous complexion

A temperament slowly dividing

Daydreams sorrowing in the cloverleaf

Sentiments drifting in a box
Grappling with drops of emptiness
Reflections of glee captured
A gem restoring faith and hope

Polishing off the elegant rust
Refined and forever blooming
Treasuring the memoirs
A jewel gleaming in the dark

Unnoticed but yet unblemished
Speckless on the inside
Crystal vase held by miraculous hands
A ornament made up of untarnished pearls

If I had known

her heart was so delicate

I would have been gentle

If I had known

that I was immature

I would have been patient

If I had known

she would have changed

I would have stayed

If I had known

she would take her own life

I would have done things differently

If I had known

this would have changed me forever

I wouldn’t have done anything different


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Pulled heart string
Recorded whispers at a dead end street
Telephone wires ripped
And Velcro tattered wings fall
Lashing of a dangerous tongue
Transfusions of vertigo
Neon needles lit on the graveyard shift
And deafening beats of solitude cry
Pockets full of copper
Choking scrambled poison
Trails of blood money at my feet
And the silver spoon cracks
Convicted of breaking veins
Stealing the scent of perfume
Intimidating romance
And I raise the glass to loneliness
Dressed for travelers checks
Leaving for cards and dice
Guzzling a cup of burgundy
And I toast to the shell of myself


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Crawled inside your minutia
Fumbling around like loose change
Boggled and mangled in a jar of deceit
Held by your trembling hands

Errors dripping like candle wax
Wide stains of fear cradled
Mishandled affection is a hangnail
Dipping innocence in spoiled paragraphs

Words thrown like sharp razors
Ripping skin while bathing in apathy
Discrediting and botched up
Miscalculating the rationalism

Dividing and conquering the weak
Ruining and driving names in the mud
Clutching onto the poison of the villain
Tiptoing around the matter

A pale face turns to be revolting
Choking on your lethal audacity
Like a black wolf in disguised
Witnessing you gulping corruption like vodka

Intoxicated by your brutality
Shaking my silence from side to side
Falling in your art of destruction
Constantly drunk from your vibrating sins


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A closemouthed yell

Frozen shoulders

Discolored devotion

Rooms of separation

Constant agitation

No pets and flowerless

Dingy naked walls

A thousand square feet

Once lovers

Overnight room mates

Raised palm

Defining purple bruises

Ocean of tears

Packed bags

Never returning

to Fremont Street


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I’m leaning towards the mislabeled afterthoughts

I’m leaning toward the frown of the aftershock

I’m leaning toward the confusion and jumbled up words

I’m leaning toward the goodbye and the footsteps you leave behind

I’m leaning toward the unforgiven and the unforgettable

I’m leaning toward the hidden wall and the forsaken sounds of misery

I’m leaning towards cornered edges and turbulence

I’m leaning towards the chained emptiness and sores on my ankles

I’m leaning toward the cynical dialogue and wounded phrases

I’m leaning towards the vicious cycle and turmoil circling in my stomach

I’m leaning towards an empty bed and lying in the apathy

I’m leaning towards the weight on my shoulders and permanent chip

I’m leaning towards the disturbance and the distorted lies you spoke

I’m leaning towards of giving less of myself and taking what is left of my sanity


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Baking from the

everlasting fire

No cherub can

save your black soul

Watching your heart

roast in the furnace

soothes my mind

I snicker at your

flatlines and tombstone

I smirk at your

hallway yells and

scattered burns

I prance and whirl

to your last breath

Knowing your name

is blackballed from

the gates of the pit

Thoughts on the rocks

Sipping on contemplations

Dressed up in hesitations

Mulling silence over

with a cup of gumption

Gazing at her with delight

from a foggy distance

A place of weeping castles

Everlasting dances under

shimmering stars

Wishing to remove the frozen

fears and settling coma

Seeking love and affection

Perhaps in a home of pieces

1/16 inch thin layers

Appealing to the saliva of the dogs

Overrated and shallow interiors

Claiming to be a superior

A rancid exterior to animals

Gritting my frustrated teeth

Recognizing a frivolous mind

Intellectually inept and blank

A lost Aardvark in the dessert

Shutting you off like a valve

Lacking the ability to digest

Mad at myself for allowing you in

A crawling fool on the inside

Seeking depth and connection

Seeing an overhyped individual


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Consistently voiceless

Expectations in her mind

Built like a sand castle

Clenching on to wishes

Afraid to speak from the light

Crushed on the inside

A revolving door

Will that change this year?

Her approach or mindset

In the land of aggravation

Anguish and discomfort blister

Cold distress reverberates

Excruciating affection bubbles

from the flamethrower of agony

Jewelry from the laceration king

illuminates among the irritations

Wounds from the torture

glisten and throb throughout

the reckless shivering nights

The queen of devastation blinks

Trembling conversations shudder

Laughter spasms and drools

Faith wiggles and squirms

throughout the crumbled dirt

Love fidgets in the clouds and trees

under a pitch black sky


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She played the xylophone with slivers from her heart

She played with the words sabotage and defeat

And she sobs until she sleeps

She played the violin with sorrow falling from her pale lips

She played with Neanderthals and demons dressed in white

And she sobs until she sleeps

She played for an orchestra that didn’t have a crowd

She played with excuses and threw away the stories in between

And she sobs until she sleeps

She played for dying revelations and faith in a jar

She played with misfits and a jamboree that never stopped bleeding

And she sobs until she sleeps

She played for maximum security with dwindling self esteem

She played on center stage with a rewritten manuscript

And she sobs until she sleeps

Hatred developed like a photograph

Slipping the venom with a twelve inch needle

Violent spasms tingle in rhythm

Lust is the saliva on my irritated tongue

A gust of shivers soaring at sixty miles per hour

Nailing like a rusty hammer

Selfishness and submissiveness collide

Wrapping hands around the bullhorn

Releasing the spite in her open mouth

Emotionally deficient

Unavailable hands

She leaves me cold

One teardrop

Blank stares piercing

Nonexistent affection

She leaves me confused

Two teardrops

Ignoring casualties

Split and deceased

She leaves me in distress

Three teardrops

Dissolved current

Withdrawn shadow

She leaves me without a trace

Four teardrops

Absent and eliminated

Misplaced words

She leaves without a sound

Inside forever it rains


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