Teenage love?
I remember it,
Sucking face to The Cure.
Grinding on my cock to the rhythm of Jumping Someone Else’s Train.
That was a good night.
God, she was a freak.
Don’t miss her for a second.
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I want you in the fall
I want you in the fall,
When the sun grows cold
And the leaves turn brown.
When the Pennsylvania wind bites,
And those with money go to warmer climes,
That’s when I’d die to hold you.
Imagining you in a sweatshirt,
Hand in hand with me,
Walking down a country town Main Street.
We’ll forget the harshness of the season change,
The fear of winter to come,
In one another’s embrace
An oldie
During my forced slumber
I meet my dear.
Alone and afraid.
In the aftermath
I hold her in my arms,
On an end bound train.
She smiles,
Knowing she is mine,
As I am her’s.
Her red dress entices,
Her warmth welcomes me in,
The cold of this hell falls away.
The train screeches to a halt
At the ghastly demon gate,
Hungry, We look for a meal.
A search to no avail.
As the weeks pass,
Perfection peels and pales.
The gaunt face of my love,
That unfed life of mine,
It drives me mad.
The demons laugh as lives end,
As the platform is cleared of all.
I wipe away any traces.
From the wreckage,
The whorehouse of slaughter,
We feed.
I watch her live
As she feeds on the dead.
I eat only when she fills.
Once again my love, My sweetness,
She kisses me with chapped lips.
I taste the blood of our prey.
The metallic taste remains,
As we lie in cold red puddles.
She shivers, and i hold her close.
Alone, We eat as we need,
Keeping the Wendingo at bay.
Awaiting the next train.
Coagulated blood stinks,
The maggots infect our meat,
Still we continue to gnaw on bone.
Our solitude is broken by a beast,
What used to be a woman.
Feeding on our rotting prey.
She scowls at us that there is plenty.
We eat as she gorges.
Her belly fat with human meat.
Flesh is ripped from bone,
Skeletons are shredded,
As she devours innards.
I cast her a look of disdain,
Holding my love near.
We make eye contact, fear.
“Judge me if you will,”
The she-beast scowled.
“You’ve fed too, the Wendingo will be around.”
I smile as I pull my love towards the train,
“We fed to live,
You die to feed”
As the train departs into darkness
My alarm tears me away from my love
And my joy dies into the mundane
A poem for Georgia the cockatiel
Days like today,
Remind me of the past.
Warmth of the cold
A love I hope will last.
You fear I will not answer,
Upon your fearful call.
I would simply die,
If I ever hurt you at all.
I would end others’ to protect yours.
I would die without you.
I fear for you as I fear for myself.
Daily, I fight to get over you.
You are stuck like a wrench in a cog.
My mind will always come back to you.
The fact that you called,
Shows me you feel the same.
Flashback
The thrill of penetrating,
The power you feel
As you tear open someone’s soul.
Someone blank,
Someone who blankets themselves in false security,
Someone who can be cracked open.
The pure joy you feel
As this person confides in you,
And you know:
You are their confidant,
Their friend,
Their Witness.
You witnessed the Messiah within,
Peaking out to see the world about.
You formed an elastic bond,
One that will not break.
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