Close was never
close enough.
Even if
I could hear you in my head,
visit you in my dreams,
feel you buried deep inside
me.
It was never enough.
Maybe if I could have
peeled back the fragile
layers
of your skin, cracked open
your ribs and found some
comfortable
place between your lungs
and spleen to burrow into,
I would've
been satisfied.
Summer’s Rain | Poems that Suck
I lift my face skyward so the rain can wash over me, kissing my brow, soothing the delicate flesh beneath my eyes, caressing my weary mouth. And for a moment, as fleeting as a heartbeat I feel perfect in my brokenness.
Passion Fruit | Poems that Suck
We bit into the tender,
pink flesh
of some exotic fruit.
Its thin, sweet juice dripping
from our
lips, and I wondered
what it would be like
if he
bit into me like that.
A Triptych: The Final | Poems that Suck
Lean back,”
he urged me,
cradling me
like a child
in the deep,
green, sea.
I obliged,
pushing my
hips heavenward,
and letting my
head sink into
the abyss.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,”
and for a moment,
I felt weightless
believing in my
own beauty
for the
first
time.
You Need Humor to Make it Out Alive | Poems that Suck
I shit my pants once - now, hear me out: I was eating Chinese, a greasy eggroll, so greasy I made a comment out loud about it. Against my better judgement I ate the thing anyway. Hours later, I left work not thinking about that fucking eggroll. I gambled and lost, as they say, and I began laughing hysterically because what else can you do with your pants full of shit and a 15 minute ride home?
A Triptych: Part II | Poems that Suck
Curvy," he said as he ran his thumbnail along the contour of my hip. "I am," I said defensively, maybe even a little too loudly. "It's lovely. Lovely," he sighed.
Paperblank’s Flexis | Poems that Suck
Soft covered notebooks
are the best for
writing poetry in.
They bend under the
weight of your words,
like hands folded in prayer.
Kitty | Poems that Suck
He is knocking at the aperture of my heart; I wonder if, like a cat, he really wants inside, Or to simply linger in the door way.
A Smoker’s Prayer | Poems that Suck
"Oh, thank you God!" I breathed with deep gratitude and reverence. There were two cigarettes left in the pack instead of one.
Paranoia | Poems that Suck
If you’re reading this,
and
you think it’s about you.
It probably is.
Poems that Suck 