Category: the big blue bag of little red flags

he stays up all night trying to fight the sunrise he wants a hot girlfriend to chill with when the world ends he hes got a big fat dashound thats not long he’s just round he’ll file your income tax then ask do you want fries with that​? he dresses in tuxedoes cuz its god…

For a minute thereshe made me feellike I was trapped tied upnailed downstuck she made me feelboxedencasedenvelopedyet lostwanderingsearching for herstill beaten clawed across the facea few timesscratched against the backfor a little while she had me cagedI felt enclosedimmobiledazed like I was on drugsshe had me hookedfor a minutebuzzed she made fun of my faithmisdirected…

Im not alwaysAs braveAs my poetry

I tend to meanEvery word i sayJust not as meanAs i say it

OR MY NEW MUSEMAKES MUSIC TOO Youre an electric islandStylishly survivingTime crashes when your eyelashesBreak staticThe after math is a madness magnet First class fantasticsmoothly sandedRough landing The last man left standingMight not understand a damn thing.Im picnicing and panickingPacking candy going camping attacking my insanityTheres a grave gravityWhen shes mad at meLaughing ecstaticallyPass the…

Leave me aloneUnless youre mine aloneI want the peaceful poemsIve never known I dont want one who roamsBurn me on journeys far from homeI wrote of a love carved in stone I dont want smokeOr a broken jokeThe dull blade of false hopeTrying to hold a ghost What is the use of all but truth?Poetry…

he writes suchgood poetryso deepintrospectivemeaningful he looks withinand withoutand weaveswhat he seesso wonderouslyinto poemsof so many different formsand styles but alwaysso trueand impactful conflictedbut wise he writessuch amazingintrospectiveworks of art honestvulnerableraw he writessuch good poetryhe must reallyreally wantto fuck

I, Resistable SeeI’m sexy as fuckcuz i know this girlwith a coke habitand no car she tells meher boyfriendisn’t slowand sensualand attentivelike me so can I pick her up?she implores she’d love to see medarling, she sayshoney, but can we goon a quick missionbaby, on the way? see? sexyasfuck

I told heri’d write her poemscuz they last foreverand relationships are fleeting she said“no sweat man” and i never heard from her again

people thinkpoets use poetryto get pretty girls but reallypoets use pretty girlsto get poetry