Category: Excruciawaiting

  • ARE YOU SATISFIED
    BY WHAT IVE DEFINED?
    SADNESS DEFIED
    CUZ I SAID IM FINE
    WHETHER YOUR MINE
    ILL BE IN YOUR MIND

    You are the poetryI am the penYou are romanceI am your friend I dont want too muchIll take just enoughA touch of your touchBecause love is love That to you i giveIs from you a giftA creative kissOf artistic bliss You are a wishThat already exists

  • I WILL WRITE POETRY FOREVER NO MATTER WHAT

    maybe you’re not falling in love with me but i am

  • BLAME ME FOR YOUR BLADE

    dont be too niceyou just sharpen the knifedoes it make it right?that i ask for a slice? dont be too kinddont be too sweetif you’ll never be minea treat i cant eat dont be too awesomedont be two coolits only so ofteni can be a fool dont be so smartcuz then i’ll be dumband try…

  • CALLED INTO YOUR CAULDRON

    who deserves to burn?who can handle the heat? who is here to learn? me.who is here to learn me? who is here to burn? me.who is here to burn me? all i ask isto be in your ashes

  • WHATS IN AN OVEN BUT LOVING?

    This strange little warmthIs a perfect sweet little heatTo bake a tasty treat A plate you come eat please completly A speck of your hot sparkdooms the whole dark So bake me in your bakery I grow madder with laughterAs my belly gets fatterIm just a bastardMixed up in your batter You bring beauty brightlyWhipped…

  • WHAT AM I? THINKING.

    Thank youFor allowingmy imagination Ill take a softand lovelydoomed illusion Over the stark darknessOf this reality As long as you allow meTo sleep Its easy to waitWhen timehas no meaning Ill be here for daysAnd for nightsquietly dreaming

  • I DONT GET IT

    every nightfor some reasonalone in my bedthinking of you

  • MISSION PERMISSION

    do you mindif i try to steal you just a little? you dont seem too happy you seem a little bit unhappyand i’d like you to be happybut i’d like to be happy too so i promisenot to worktoo hard just a little just about this much

  • TIME CURSES AND LURCHES

    MERCILESS AND MIRTHLESSTILL YOUR CURVES COME TO CURB ITAS I COMPLIMENT YOU IN CURSIVE No ones discernedWhat death or birth isWhy we go to bars or to churchesOr why we long for our first kiss all my concern isthat i can be earnest The purpose of earth isTo be in your service. All else is…

  • TAKE (A) BRAKE

    . everything is temporarythats my temperment everything is delicateif you test it till the death of it a paid you a complimentand came and went and its gone again in this world of mountainsand fountanious oceansi gave you a waveof endless devotion in this teetering world of falling starsi peek thru the dark and there…