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biblical

I learned everything biblical: missionary, rape, beastiality, incest, torture, rape, beatings, slavery, harems, concubines, adultery, polygamy. Does liking them all make me more Christian than the rest?

» Posted By dp On 09.25.2013 @ 1:19 pm

tousled

“Piano”
My Keys

Drained, a simple feeling rarely experienced “I’m drained”
Unsated, an expectation undesired, understood, and undeserved
Salacious never malicious
Disrepected? Not by me, not ever.
Temperamental, emotional tenderness as violent as the beast that savages her
Dysfunctional, if only I could explain why?
Prime, I am the King of Prime Numbers, divisible by one and himself, master of triskaidekophobia
Hell, my life needs salvation

My favorite smell: “At 9:03AM, when the grey skies are just silver seas, after I’ve let my samplesize cologne Tsst my unkempt jaw, and I’m sitting outside Aromas Cafe, and the end of my just-lit cigarette is no more than an ember, I leave my cigarette atop my table, order a coffee with two sugars and two creams, because today, just ‘black’ isn’t enough, and I pick up my coffee, sit back at my table, draw my ember down the tobacco shaft, exhale, swig a burning hot swig, my mouth in a state of confusion, pain, ecstasy, and finally numbness, then. Breath. In.”

» Posted By dp On 09.24.2013 @ 4:18 pm

hell

Spite, spit spirit, split
Acquit quit, quick wit
drip drip drip drip
fix tricks licks six
save shave slave stave
prick.

Leer fear spear hear
Commit lit, pit fit
spell spell spell spell
tear care spare snare
welt.

Terrible unshareable
secrets
are my hell,
my belle.

» Posted By dp On 09.22.2013 @ 3:22 pm

measure

Man is the Measure. Reuben Abel. “Let us not pretend to doubt in philosophy what we do not doubt in our hearts.” Charles Perice

» Posted By dp On 09.20.2013 @ 9:26 am

scuba

A beast does what he wants, and he wants to write of droughts.

You can’t always tell me what’s on your heart,
so you write it on your sleeves in words only I can read.
Say my name.
You don’t keep me calm, my triggerevent, you press me until I become your flashpoint,
so you can be the one to soothe my every bad thought.
Say my name.
You act as though I know nothing..
something..
everything.
I do so say my name.
You know my hunger is dangerous, well
my thirst is fatal.
You steal and snap every band I own, bands you were never allowed to see. And I wanted you to. You finally say my name. Magnificent desolation.
Now it storms and you have to leave my side during my soul’s drought. I thirst painfully.
I won’t hurt you, but your punishment will be severe. I will tear you open and fill my thirst.

» Posted By dp On 09.17.2013 @ 1:58 pm

A beast does what he wants, and he wants to write about droughts.

You can’t always tell me what’s on your heart,
so you write it on your sleeves in words only I can read.
Say my name.
You don’t keep me calm, my triggerevent, you press me until I become your flashpoint,
so you can be the one to soothe my every bad thought.
Say my name.
You act as though I know nothing..
something..
everything.
I do so say my name.
You know my hunger is dangerous, well
my thirst is fatal.
You steal and snap every bad I own, bands you were never allowed to see. And I wanted you to. You finally say my name. Magnificent desolation.
Now it storms and you have to leave my side during my soul’s drought. I thirst painfully.
I won’t hurt you, but your punishment will be severe. I will tear you open and fill my thirst.

» Posted By dp On 09.17.2013 @ 1:15 pm

drought

I yearn to travel again to that one city, where everyone’s alarm is the 6:00am thunderclap. You remember, right? The same city where shorts are an unstlyish luxury and peacoats the standard. Where travelers step through puddles that have their own riverways and inlets, where the gutters are just a decoration under the cataclysmic and unending rainfall, where every monsoon is a holiday.

Oh, what’s the name?
Tristaforma, that’s it.

The citydwellers are always on the move, floating through the alleyways, always in a hurry to go nowhere of significance and always arriving where the flow takes them, like water’s cycle, stuck on repeat and immutable. And the calamitous raindrops that strike Tristaforma’s stone skin get washed away by the flood on which the city floats.

» Posted By dp On 09.16.2013 @ 4:51 pm

seldom

often
I speak at you because
I know that when
I speak to you

I tell you to wear less makeup, and you know
I want my touch to be that much closer
I tame your doubts with just a vicious whisper
I drink your soul like a bottle of mischief that burns with each swig
I feast on your body and still hunger
I leave unhealing scars, fissures of desire across your skin
I let my growl chew on your ears, my fangs on your lips
I fill your discolored sequins with a scarlett so dark only my blood can satisfy you
I fight you so you can dream of me in passionate anger
I take your heartbeat and turn it into a note so loud, only my voice silences you

» Posted By dp On 09.13.2013 @ 5:59 pm

complexity

Complexity (pt.1)
She wakes me, “My neck hurts, more than my knee,
not nearly as much as my heart.”
She tells me, “you have possessed my entire body, head to toe, draining it inside and out.”
She lets me inside, “sleep is my only friend and I can’t even enjoy it, my soul is dark and filled with discolored sequins.”

Simplicity (pt.2)
She says we can’t, we shouldn’t.
So we do it anyway. She orders me around, I tell her to shut the fuck up and fuck.

My mind’s tongue in her every hole, pure passion.

My electric surge paralyzes her. She doesn’t know what to say. Finally, she stopped talking. Enough reading, enough words. Just my name. Your body is my paper, and I’m your pen. You’re my journal now, and I’m going to write hard.. fuck you in your every page.

Weak from exhaustion, she needs to be carried to the radio tower. I pick her up, but she makes me hungry all over again. Her ass is already in my hands, she’s not ready but I rip my journal apart, savage sensation.

My teeth leave an unforgiveable trail. Never again she warns. But her body is already mine. Sore, swollen, devoured. The way she wants me to want her.

» Posted By dp On 09.09.2013 @ 10:49 am

distress

In distress we rest
without breath.
Abreast, our breaths
control death.

Dying stressed,
she always lived in duress.
The thought’s all pressed
up into my chest.

» Posted By dp On 08.12.2013 @ 12:05 pm

justification

Let’s change the flow. We take on new sentence structures. Make short ideas, shorter. And we take those big ideas and shatter them until we see everything that an idea can be, seeing the fragments and creating a city, shattering the city creating a world, sundering the world creating dreams. Shatter the dreams, create our not invisible reality. And the short idea grows shorter. Litotes.

» Posted By dp On 08.11.2013 @ 10:31 am

sons

Fasting, sons set food under the bright skies filled with but one hue.

» Posted By dp On 08.09.2013 @ 11:54 pm

porter

I once came across this porter at the station. And i still remember him because he had no hands. As ironic as it may sound, he seemed to work twice as hard as other porters with two hands ev

» Posted By dp On 08.19.2012 @ 2:35 am

puncture

The moment it slid across my wrist and dug into my flesh, i didn’t want to do it anymore. the blood stung red and burning on my skin and i could feel my heart screaming to me “STOP I need that! What are you doing???”

» Posted By DP On 08.06.2012 @ 11:41 pm

generator

This is my first try at this and I don’t really know what I’m supposed to be doing. Guess I’ll find out in 50 seconds!

» Posted By DP On 02.29.2012 @ 10:21 am

determined

i am determined to go to oregon and move onto the next stepping stones to live out my dreams
!!! i’m really excited and i cant wait to do it
so excited i could cry
i want my own life
secular form all things
new things
hard things
interesting things
i miss them dearly
=)

» Posted By dp On 04.07.2011 @ 6:59 pm

digital

computer stuff. quick .fast. not analog. Its the future. science. watch. robots. a new age. and so on and so forth.

» Posted By dp On 03.28.2011 @ 10:19 pm

starlight

It’s pretty! but diminishing. stupid people and their obsession with sight! ruining the breathtaking star-fucking-light. unacceptable.

» Posted By DP On 06.03.2010 @ 5:06 pm

bow

Bow? I’ll bow my head, for the future up ahead. For i’m at it’s mercy as they’ve all said. But I can still make it as best I can. I’m shaping the future to my own fucking plans! Shit yeah.

» Posted By DP On 05.27.2010 @ 12:13 pm

curls

Curls played around her bare shoulders, and she looked up to him from the mess of blankets on the bed. “That was.”

» Posted By DP On 04.13.2010 @ 7:53 am

muse

My muse ran with scissors, we told her not to, now she is no longer my muse, bummer.

» Posted By dp On 12.05.2008 @ 11:28 am

ivy

The ivy outside the window grows upwards towards me, clinging towards to iron and rock.

» Posted By dp On 06.29.2009 @ 9:00 am

radiate

Warmth is cool. I mean like totally rad. Or should I say radiate. Solar drives it all, man. Unless you drive a Toyota Solara.

» Posted By DP On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

forever

is a long time & what are you going to be doing there? Have you made The Lord Jesus your savior & lord of your life? Now is the time and do not miss your opportunity to do so. He has already done all that has to be done and all you have to do is to accept it.

» Posted By dp On 06.21.2008 @ 10:05 am

shift

Change is an interesting thing because as you go through it you don’t have any realization that it’s happening, sometime down the road you look at yourself and see the finished product, shiny and new

» Posted By dp On 01.02.2010 @ 2:02 pm

cello

“Just turn it sideways and… CELLO? You have a bass!”

» Posted By DP On 11.28.2009 @ 6:38 pm

crime

Readicide is a crime. It is the systematic killing of ones desire to read. This often occurs when we force students to read and over analyze texts… Don’t do it!

» Posted By DP On 09.30.2009 @ 8:24 pm

worship

That is what drives us all. Everyone worships something, we often just do not know what it is.
Finding out what one worships is finding the key to one’s life.

» Posted By dp On 12.07.2009 @ 11:39 am

hit

Hit the bottle! Go lump! Dump the wump! How the hell am I supposed to write about a word like hit! What kind of t a word id that” I’m surprised that it should make me…. not quite ANGRY, but sort of resistant.

» Posted By DP On 03.10.2010 @ 12:39 pm

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