Okay- I am no good at updating this thingy. I am doing pretty decent- thank God it is becoming spring! I will be in Japan in less than two weeks!! yay!!! anyway- this is my latest poem- it does not necessarily portray my current mood or my current view of the male species, but I wrote it and I feel it. snap. snap. (that was the beat snapping).
untitled(as of now)- any suggestions?
I want to devour you
like a cotton candy head rush,
all sugar and air. I am making
a new line of men who know
the taste of hurt and feed it
to the bottled bonsai kittens
who wait at the doorstep
of my mind to be thrown
from eight story pill bottles.
I want to lick you
like a broccoli popsicle
and shake you like a newborn child.
I want to be your bruised rape victim,
I want to do it again so I can
say yes this time, I want to fake it
like a Shirley Temple and tell you I love it.
Let me inside you this time,
I will eat your skull like a coconut.
I want to watch your face,
like a happy funeral when I
come inside you, I will lay my
wet black seeds into your
papaya gut and stitch you back up.
untitled(as of now)- any suggestions?
I want to devour you
like a cotton candy head rush,
all sugar and air. I am making
a new line of men who know
the taste of hurt and feed it
to the bottled bonsai kittens
who wait at the doorstep
of my mind to be thrown
from eight story pill bottles.
I want to lick you
like a broccoli popsicle
and shake you like a newborn child.
I want to be your bruised rape victim,
I want to do it again so I can
say yes this time, I want to fake it
like a Shirley Temple and tell you I love it.
Let me inside you this time,
I will eat your skull like a coconut.
I want to watch your face,
like a happy funeral when I
come inside you, I will lay my
wet black seeds into your
papaya gut and stitch you back up.
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i am in love.