Late October

Carefully
the leaves of autumn
sprinkle down the tinny
sound of little dyings
and skies stated
of ruddy sunsets
of roseate dawns
roil ceaselessly in
cobweb greys and turn
to black
for comfort.

Only leaves
see the fall
a signal end to endings
a gruffish gesture alerting
those who will not be alarmed
that we begin to stop
in order simply
to begin
again.

<3 M. Angelou

Sayonara, Sucker

You worked so hard to win me
and said I was your girl,
there was a time I loved you
but now you make me want to hurl.

You think with what fills up your pants
And live your life in excess,
I should have read between the lines
and your affection for both sexes.

Sayonara, sucker!
Adios, you big asshole!
Good-bye, good for nothing,
you should learn some self control.

We were your sad experiment
And boy, was I a fool,
to think that you were something more
than just a worthless tool.

I know your nook feels naked now
though your bed is filled with trash,
and what you claim you're looking for
will leave you with a rash.

Sayonara, sucker!
Adios, you big asshole!
Good-bye, good for nothing,
you should learn some self control.

Your lines were all rehearsed
and your game was just pretend,
the only thing I got from you
was heartbreak in the end.

The moral of this story:
you truly are retarded,
if only I had seen it sooner
we never would have started!

A Few Words From Pablo

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret,
between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love, a certain fragrance, risen from the Earth,
lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Oh, to be loved like this.

You Again

Why havent you left yet?
Your time is up, so go like the rest
Why havent you left yet?
Get out of here so I can get on
with getting over it.
I push you away
and am still surprised by the result
I push because its expected
I push because I want to be the first one
to not give a fuck anymore.
Im the girl who is first to have the last word
and the best at leaving the worst in my wake.
Why havent you left yet?
Your time is up, so go like the rest
Why havent you left yet?
Get out of here so I can get on
with getting over it ...again.

Abyss

The misfiring of neurons
within my damaged synapses
are due to religious shrapnel
leftover from a war
that I can barely remember.
It really makes me think -
or does it?
Who's thoughts are these?
Who put them here?

Vicious Cycle

Mine.

I like the way you lick your finger
before you turn the page
and how you smile while you're asleep.
You are over complimentary
but I feel that it is real
I love that
I'm not used to that.
You are sweet and open
and make me want to be as well.
I like the way you hold me in the morning
I wouldn't have thought you capable
to hold me
and keep me
and for me to want to be kept
by you.
I like the way you read aloud
your voice is familiar and exciting.
You constantly cross your feet
and I have to remind myself not to squeal
about how cute that is.
You are cute.
Original.
Kind.
Genuine.
Crazy.
Mine.