Letters for no one
How to not feel akward about a sex poem
Poets Before you sleep with a biology major realize they are scientist you are believer
No matter how emphatically you explain it must be made of equal parts pen caps Achilles tendon secret admirer cradled in place by all magic that’s left this world brightened with lights off lost lips burning nothing more then I want the world to see. They will insist moon is made of rock kept in orbit by gravity and arc trajectories kept glowing by reflected lights.
She’s right
She knows better then I the reasons we are warm in different places
She saw to it There was no need to wonder why my arm fit around her with just enough room
For fingers to play flint trying to figure how a spark is born over frictionless skin
as if tonight Its my job to spread warmth over tundra her hands arctic shelves
melting further into my neckline body taste of untouched mountain caps
Her feet were cold all the time
she made sure I understood arms moved as instinct thought them to keep her warm
as Her genetics told blood flow her extremities aren’t
As important as keeping warm a child she may one day have
I never saw how that was better then believing her veins ran glacial because it’s easier to prove
Global warming then love we all want to know what it means to melt under someone like a fever dream
Still I knew she was right but I played creationist
to the point where
She only screamed god when I never gave straight answers I could only admit that she’s right in a poem
We are breed to seek comfort by night that may be why she said by bones felt cavernous
Not in the sense of hollow just gentle mystery like here no predators will find you
pull close fall asleep to the sounds breed in my fire pit
I will keep you warm as long as you want heat
Draw in primal colors against my walls let my body know you have been here otherwise
Im not sure I would believe it
Our instinct teaches us to mark move mate
I don’t know we’ve evolved past that so
at time I played a creationist
Because there’s so much I know I can’t believe in
When you can follow any line her body to a mathematical curve perfectly encapsulating beauty
When touch can come to terms with equations my mind can barely grasp how can you tell me
There’s not a god in each of my finger tips that must of plan out every movement of palm for me to begin
To understand silk spread over snowdrift make hips
When her legs unwrap like a double helix
Its not poetic notions telling me to hold her blizzard like a snow globe
It’s natural selection
wanting in her genes
2.4 million years of evolution on the tip of tongue
With only one night to prove it,
straight to the locus to make chromosones moan,
ate of the cave where instinct is grown, fruit of
temptation fuels passions of fire, that is why she
melts when I’m inside her.
So what if this all the result Of animals learning to survive in a world that may not want us here
I know I’m a human I know humans are animal, I know love may just be instinct yelling hold on to warmth when you find it.
But that doesn’t mean I’ll believe it.
How I won my only slam, or How I learned never to trust the Judges
Americas most blunted
I got mad street smarts
And black carharts
Eloquent talk with a
Pimp walk now i
don’t own the streets
just got a life long lease
off my first two rap sheets
miricale ghost writer
never needed a ligter
cause I spit fire
lyrical miesiah
rhymes so potent they’ve been know to cause conception
flow so hard it breaks down the doors to you perception
leace you with a bastard Christ
cause you heard the single twice
so step to me if you want to get gutted
that’s what you get for fucking with Americas most blunted
and I could go all night if you wanted
that’s what you get fucking with Americas most blunted
Hit hard like a packed out gotti
Knock you out with a well placed shotie
Im not inteserted in stacking bodies
Just cant let anything stop me
This is more then a hobbie
Its like religion
Easiet descion
Ive ever made
Smoke and get laid
Joke and get paid
Cause I got speech so free your gonna pay for it
Want to smoke with me but aside a day for it
Youll be done by one when m on number 11
Youll be So high you could spit and hit heaven
So step to me if you want to get gutted
that’s what you get for fucking with Americas most blunted
and I could go all night if you wanted
that’s what you get fucking with Americas most blunted
when I smoke the rhymes just tighten
like budha ive been enlightened
by the white owls, phillies and dutches
finessed with those subtle touches
all rolled perfectly
till they hit beastly
blow smoke rings that you could jump through
spit mad rhymes that you could bump to
cause im that true smoker
all day Newport toker
more then human
rolling Ls in Cubans
so fuck with me if you want to get gutted
that’s what you get for fucking with Americas most blunted
and I could go all night if you wanted
that’s what you get fucking with Americas most blunted
I don’t need 22 2
or new shoes
Just a pound of weed
Smoke till yo eyes bleed
And your mouth goes dry
Ask yourself why
You thought you could smoke with me
Now you cant stop choking b
The tree I get are expesive like prada
Smoke so strong you cant say nada
When I walk into your home
Smells like snoops cologne
Cess smoke is on checch and chong status
Never choke does that make be badass
so fuck with me if you want to get gutted
that’s what you get for fucking with Americas most blunted
and I could go all night if you wanted
that’s what you get fucking with Americas most blunted
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In honor of the SUNY Grand Slams coming to a close an as celebration of the fact I don’t need to write another “slam” poem for a year. Over this next week I proudly present. The Arsenal. With further Adeu
“How to make a girl you loved into a snuff Film.”
Her favorite phrase was nothing last forever
She read disappearing ink like tea leaves
Futures vanished as they were written
never described eyes in adjective
colors were the last thing she saw
moon rocks and tidal waves in stolen glances
didn’t write poetry she spoke spider webs
Strung out across beats no one saw
The only part of conversations she remembered
Were the things left unsaid
She took Coffee black with snow flakes
said she could taste
The individuality the best part Of waking up
was the chance to be a new person
wore thrift shops like she was paying
For the stories her clothes had seen with
arrowheart tattooed on her sleeve
She had boxes full of memories she can’t
Find herself in like stolen glances
never knew what to do with them
couldn’t give them back
didn’t own them they just belonged to her
She walked out of her favorite movie half way
Knowing the end couldn’t be as good as
Pretending it never ended
she sung billie holiday like the beatles
Those tunes weren’t that color when
You’ve been that shade of sad
learned pain in Sunday school wondering
Why god never sang songs back loneliness
Was where hymns went when god wasn’t
listening her first kiss was the only the
time she believed in something
bigger
never lost her virginity
She gave it to someone she thought
Would take better care of it
divinity was his
eyes right before he said this may hurt
before it starts to feel real
real was
pain without loneliness
She wrote self-destructive love letters to
Prison addressed to whom it may concern
If you cant forgive yourself forgive me
hated to bleed white board
Wrist were just the only place she could get
A word in edge wise with her mother
her doctor was wrong tears were
A cry for help
the noose was the only one
Willing to answer
She felt life was a chess game make the
Wrong opening moved and you’ve already
lost
She swore never wanted to die she
didn’t want to live like she had still something to lose
He father used to tell her to live clean
there’s no such thing as in between
Life either happened or it didn’t
She responded playing it safe was the most
Popular way to fail
she wanted to fall
Space stations and Mountain tops
She said she never knew love but it must b e
what the needle
Felt when it popped her cherry red vein
Anything that made her felt that good must
Have loved here heroine was heart break it hurt
so much you want it to last forever
because a breaking heart is still
better then a broken one she could
leave when she wanted she just wasn’t ready yet
just one more
she quit
just one more
shed stop
just one more
fuck she could let go
she never said she kicked they started seeing
other people
if they met at the wrong party
under the right moon
she fall even harder then the first time
she fell like she was born to do it
spilt disappearing ink
collapsing space station
into track marks
crimson cigarette burns
signaling her favorite movie last reel
her tombstone read
beauty is what you lose searching for meaning
every time it rains I still write in chalk underneath it
beauty is an angel curshed under
This is how you drop science.
OH NO Parental Intercourse
Lou Reed Sex with Your Parents
words
Untoward- Of persons (or animals), their disposition, etc.: Difficult to manage, restrain, or control; intractable, unruly, perverse.
Somnificator- one who induces sleep
didactic- Having the character or manner of a teacher or instructor; characterized by giving instruction; having the giving of instruction as its aim or object; instructive, preceptive.
elbow intr. To make an ‘elbow’ in one’s path, go out of the direct way.
Adam Falkner- 10 for T-pain
This hustle is Damn near Flawless. I can’t believe i just found this piece.
