Category: Excruciawaiting

always on the peripherywatching from withoutgazing in from afar taking notesand nothing else.

Looking for a smart way Out of a dark place After a hard day Of heart break

i wrote you many poems Every one a lie And then made my way home To cry until i die

I fell in love again with suzanne o’sullivan but she said she was done with men until she met this other friend I fell in love again with suzanne o’sullivan but she told me something very zen about “why start whats sure to end?” but she claims faith is best left alone no one really…

She earned my serviceand i deserve it. I have learnedto burnfor herwith mirth.I smirk at hertight shirtandshort light skirt.To be torn in turns.Look at her. She exerts her worth.She’s a perfect birdin faux furs.I observewith a slow jerk.I must returnthis worthless curseto her pursebefore i burst. determined to squirt.Ensure birth. Its the dirtypervertthirstthat hurtsworst.

in life, in time, because of death,every pleasure, all love,falls to ache because no matter how exciting,you cant hold on to lightening the like minded friend who,passing thru,ignites your mind to laughter the poetwho for a momentholds your heart in devotion the lover, a conquering spark,an electric flameshivering shaking and shudderingyou like no other who…

I kind of rememberTho still a bit confusedI know i promised foreverBut not who it was to. I am so romanticConstantly falling in loveSo much it turns to staticCuz once should be enoughBut i just keep on tryingTo give away pieces of my heartIt kind of feels like dyingCuz we need more than just partsSome…

Do you dare me to be daring?My darling? The only thing thats scares meIs parting Would i attempt such foolishness?Hardly. Why would i do that to this partyThat doesnt sound like a smart thing I would not take the chance of missing a danceIll keep holding your handsRight where i stand Sorry im not so…

can we goon a datethis Friday night?

she conjured something from nothinginvoked in me visions so lovely shes a musician and a magicianher illusions have me sitting and listening her quick wrists have me longing to kiss themshe misses him wishing to slit them what a passionate face!watch it vanish without a trace