Category: Hot Lava Sprinkles

god is a little mexican birthday boy i am the pinata the candy is poetry and she is the stick

She seems to tiptoe across rainbows as my world goes into slow motion. If beauty is a raindrop, then she is the ocean. Spirit hears her every prayer, carried by the air, like pales of water, to heaven. And when they come back down to earth. I dance. I dance in the thunderstorm. I dance…

i dream of our mingling fingers and long for a forgotten time as i dream with a tingling fever reminded of when you were mine i imagine us hand in hand the way we always were and i cant understand those angry words i heard i recall our palms together its so clear in my…

im reminded of a thousand firesburning millions of leavesacross countless forestsin the autumn of your eyes. Cinder the planetwith the tongue flamethat dances on the painof your feigned good bye, and turn to me again,quietly. smiling in silence. let me see the truthscrawled across your skin,scribed in sweat.a pen that laughs at death. god(ess) never…

Remember meAs I used to beBefore I fellBefore I broke Remember meAs I wish I could beWith a heart that’s a home for hope Remember meWhen I believedSo strong and happy and good Remember meAs I once was pleaseBefore I rotted and burned like old wood I wish I could bewhat I should When I…

if i could have my waywe would never speakand we would be happy we would have blissfullyforgotten eachother by now but the days come and goand they stack uprather than fadeand it feels like time wastedbuilding regret and hereyou areyourselfas well we dont always know why we are who we areor why we do what…

sexual sensual mental sentimental loving well massaging erotically on top of me under me the thunder leaves you aching anticipating the next storm your warm in my arms far from harm theres no alarm your charmed by my gaze lay in bed all day naked no clothes take it no where to go door closed…

what is meant by this irrelevant sentiment that sends men over the bend again and again? beautiful eyes, cutting thru you like knives. think you’re immune? lies. think you’re fool proof? try. no one can handle love unless they can hand over blood. do i have to recite this twice? whats so nice about this…

I got to sleep to dream of youand when I wake I pray that dream comes trueI believe in something beautifuland one day soon you’ll see too I know you think im out of my mindyou’ve never met a man who could take his timeive got a plan to make you mineplease understand youve been…

Its like the world is meltingand I bet you felt the same thingI hear you in the windit’s calling your nametheres no way to winits not even a gamewhose to blameits the natural waywhy waitlets start todayi’ll pick you up at eightlets go to the beachlook at the starslets have a picnic and eatim sick…