Letters for no one

Sometimes i get to a mailbox before i remember and pull out a bic

I've smoked more than most bongs.

I can feel the tar

in my lungs resonating

to sublime lyrics.

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

It's Here

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

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.

raptorinside:

(via disturbingimages)

 I don’t get it.

raptorinside:

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 I don’t get it.

Bang

Writing like Russian

Roulette Is not an art form

It’s a last resort.

Adam Falkner- 10 for T-pain

This hustle is Damn near Flawless. I can’t believe i just found this piece.