• I got one chance to be a good boyfriend.

    In this moment of second chances, I think I’m aiming a little higher.
    Like the top. Where just right writing happens. A full woman, who
    handles her own problems and expects me to handle mine.
    I want to be the boyfriend of a girl who doesn’t just teach me French
    or Spanish, but languages. Whatever…[Read more]

  • Stargirl, stargirl,
    Have you been writing.

    Stargirl. Stars, girl.
    Have your new boyfriend.

    Stars, girl, stars every morning, leftover from night.
    Have you been trying

    To move your eyes from the scarred scarlet salvation?
    Stargirl, from my radio tower hear,
    why do you only speak in tears and uncompared hatred now?
    Stargirl, stargirl,…[Read more]

  • allowed
    shroud
    cloud
    proud
    mound mount month months
    how many months will I be able
    to allow myself to think this way

  • La Bête becomes Man commented on the post, duct 5 years ago

    duct fucked
    bucked and sucked

    chance is luck, abrupt
    erupt corrupt and stuck
    one.

  • La Bête becomes Man commented on the post, duct 5 years ago

    duct
    like the ones you crawl through
    like the feelings you can’t see through
    through the bearings
    through the wheels
    duct
    like the tape that I wrapped around your heart
    like the litotes you forgot
    ducking duct fucking fuck.

  • La Bête becomes Man commented on the post, bonfire 5 years ago

    I wasn’t going to post this until finishing the climax…but maybe I’ll just leaving you hanging for a second part

    “I don’t forget. Do I ever?
    Turn around, bare your neck
    your body’s about to get wrecked.
    Slut.

    You want to leave your legs spread?
    We’re at dinner, naughty, naughty, bitch…
    Stop moving. I’m beginning to to think you disobey…[Read more]

  • La Bête becomes Man commented on the post, bonfire 5 years ago

    I wasn’t going to post this until finishing the climax…but maybe I’ll just leaving you hanging for a second part

    “I don’t forget. Do I ever?
    Turn around, bare your neck
    your body’s about to get wrecked.
    Slut.

    You want to leave your legs spread?
    We’re at dinner, naughty, naughty, bitch…
    Stop moving. I’m beginning to to think you…[Read more]

  • La Bête becomes Man commented on the post, sultry 5 years ago

    How can I avoid writing about sultry?
    I have been actually. Really, truly.
    To take breaks

    Lust poetry

    Are those my veins you were speaking of?
    I think so
    I love that lust

    I’ve begun my first chapter

  • Pour ma Soeur

    A sweet morning that I have owed my sister for too long.
    The definition of delayed gratification.

    Even during the day, it smells like cigarettes and urine.
    The bookstore smells used. The sun’s just a little dilapidated today.
    Maybe it’s the coffee. I haven’t had any today.

    I’ve been a little off, a little angrier than…[Read more]

  • Just so you know, I do want to talk to you. I said I didn’t out of spite.
    It’s hard to make time to speak with you though. To select the most important things I want you to know in one phone call. A phone call that slips quickly into one with darker intent.

    I’m guessing it’s the same for you, that we both think it’s healthy to want to speak…[Read more]

  • A city of hearts.

    Separate hand from fiction.

    Remove the writer.

    Sexy. Night’s been holding back
    holding back so hard, letting out
    the pain soaked sun at six.

    It’s still sweaty. Walk out the
    front. Forgot my skin was dark
    until the night burnt me.

    Was it my jaw? My scars. Or the
    beads dripping on my neck,
    sliding down to my…[Read more]

  • maybe it’s
    the coffee

    writing for hours
    through sunrise, no interruptions

    dark roast at starbucks
    sometimes burnt

    why is this one so different
    is it because she’s there:

    hands, torn and retorn
    opening moving crushing
    dirty powerful reflexive

    boxcuts repeated
    resliced, too fast
    scars vine around my fists

    but writing
    with…[Read more]

  • What is wanting more

    focused spelling it confused

    stability contentment but yearning for more

    breaking my psychotic halfcraze tempo
    like the break that began it all

    i broke a glass flower at work

    its box gashed the boxcutter’s cuts all across my hands…with staples

  • Dreams reminding
    even when I’ve let go
    my heart controls my mind
    and sabotages my ability to forget.

    Yes no requests
    and what ifs…

  • A Stable Hate

    You can’t take away
    coffee
    adderall..
    stimulation.

    Why do you think I
    hold my peace?

    Why do you think I
    look like a silent killer.
    my veiled face
    an open threat?

    When I pick up in one month what
    took you ten years, I’m focused, cunt.

    So you think I’m cocky. So you want
    to interfere with my thoughts.
    So you…[Read more]

  • Stillness & heartfelt.

    I am about to become a much darker person.
    Maybe that’s where my truest
    skill lies.

    I am condemned already
    of all my other achievable dreams
    redemption
    can’t be found.

    Just
    beautiful darkness.

  • Anger
    if only there was one definition
    if only
    if only it dimmed and died
    if only I didn’t dwell and replay
    until day arrived
    I wanted so hard to change
    myself
    It haunts my tone
    my walk a taunt
    face so gaunt
    “Is something wrong?”
    Something’s not right.
    Everywhere I go
    I try to stop breaking things
    but everything breaks
    around…[Read more]

  • My voice
    of the daylight
    rips into night’s
    calm void

    It penetrates
    a star’s inside
    splitting
    exploding

    Destroyer of stars
    space can’t stop it
    wrecking
    breaking
    quiet’s definition erased

  • I’ve been
    writing everything but
    what I know I should.
    It’s about the caller’s calling.
    It’s about brainstorming a storyboard
    of a night told in reverse
    from early morning
    to late night

    because then it would be
    like a normal shift
    from early morning
    to late night
    in forward.

    It would be about the
    unknown wickedn…[Read more]

  • I’ve been
    writing everything but
    what I know I should.
    It’s about the caller’s calling.
    It’s about brainstorming a storyboard
    of a night told in reverse
    from early morning
    to late night

    because then it would be
    like a normal shift
    from early morning
    to late night
    in forward.

    It would be about the
    unknown wickedness
    wrapping my…[Read more]