The Attic
Do you smell of coffee
Or perfume?
A flush of color enters my flushed cheeks
Only some of you exposed... |
| Fear Poems | Posted: 12/13/2005 @ 7:33pm |
An Ode to the Girls of Westchester
The girls of Westchester are most obscene
Their hair and clothes and lips pristine
They make gossip fo... |
| Humor Poems | Posted: 12/11/2005 @ 3:59am |
Carpenter Hands
My hands are small, they fit in your fist
They’re soft, and daunting, well you get the gist.
My hands r... |
| Fractured Love Poems | Posted: 11/18/2005 @ 1:32am |
Rarely, Sometimes, Often, Always
I'm better now.
i think of you rarely
sometimes
often
always.
You are forever burned into my brain.... |
| Fractured Love Poems | Posted: 09/13/2005 @ 7:06pm |
I used to miss you.
Bruises are THE fashion accessory for pretty girls, you know
I do believe mine are beginning show.
Unde... |
| Fractured Love Poems | Posted: 08/12/2005 @ 11:44pm |
My mother was right.
O my god
my mother was right.
This is my last, my final, the only plight.
As I lie awake in bed
stra... |
| Fear Poems | Posted: 07/25/2005 @ 10:01am |
I Promise I'll Get It In
That spot on my leg is itching again
The one that’s getting red.
When I sink my nails into it,
I hear... |
| Life Poems | Posted: 07/02/2005 @ 12:27am |
Little Cuts To Get Me By
I am backed up into a corner
I am pressed against the wall.
"We were trying to warn her
that she was a... |
| Depression Poems | Posted: 07/01/2005 @ 10:50pm |
Ages and Hours
When I was five years of age
you were losing your virginity in a girl's bed.
When I was eight
you cou... |
| Fractured Love Poems | Posted: 06/30/2005 @ 7:47am |
What a sweet addiction
When I was 12
I discovered I could make boys melt in the palm of my hand
with a single kiss to the neck.... |
| Sex Poems | Posted: 06/28/2005 @ 9:43pm |
