I wanted to paint
a picture of your
eyes,
see.
One that captured
all the deep blue
and the light blue
fibers of your
iris.
I wanted to
paint your pupil
huge,
you know,
like a quarter,
or a moon,
or a god-damn Buick.
Swollen, like when
you would whisper
you loved me and I
thought I could tell
you weren't lying.
Engorged, so large
I could see myself
in them and I was a
different
person,
content with the mundane.
Those pupils would
swallow me,
devour me
whole;
flesh,
bones.
Everything.
And then you blinked.
Home | Poems that Suck
He smelled like home to a girl
who never felt that way about anywhere.
The deep green of the forest;
sunlit leaves,
crushed pine needles,
and damp, rotting logs.
The warm, fresh earth after it rains;
buried seeds,
their tender shoots,
and mossy crevices between stones.
And the slight spice of musk;
a loamy buck,
the creeping fox
and the parched air of owl's wings.
Sizzle | Poems that Suck
You were a dazzling neon light in a seedy dive bar and, like a moth, I was compelled by your fire. But just like every bewildered moth, I was consumed by the searing blaze in what was a sizzle of bad decisions.
Sunday A.M. | Poems that Suck
Woke up to find that
my cheek
fits perfectly in
the gentle curve
of your neck
where you smell
of Mambo
and
hot stones.
Frustration | Poems that Suck
I'm sitting here reading other poets' lines about heartbreak. I'm appalled, exasperated, frustrated. What is this need to make everything whimsical? 'Heart break is like a wilting flower, delicate in its pain.' No it's fucking not. Heartbreak is like a fucking shotgun blast to your abdomen that sprays your guts on the floor, leaving you to bleed out for days, weeks, months, years.
Editing is for Pussies | Poems that Suck
I don't edit these, ya know? They're not supposed to be pretty. They're supposed to be real. To capture a moment in time. That shit's elusive, you gotta nail that fucker down, before it slips away.
The New Love Poem | Poems that Suck
I was taking a piss when I thought it, so please forgive my cynicism. BUT When did a dick pic become the new love poem?
A Virus | Poems that Suck
It used to be my phone that I carried around, in hopes that you'd call or, message, like or, comment - All that meaningless bullshit that we equate with love, affection, and respect. Now, it's this little book and the words have not stopped pouring forth; like lancing a boil, all the blood, and pus and pain are coming out.
Poetry is… | Poems that Suck
Poetry is the
spitting out,
the blood letting of,
the vomiting up
of the poison
before it
kills
the
heart.
Light in the Low | Poems that Suck
There's a spider web trailing along the fence, visible only because Light shines at the lowest points.
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