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.
A Pool Skimmer | Poems that Suck
Battles for life happen
in the desert;
saints,
demoniacs,
madmen,
Jesus.
My desert was a
shitty community pool,
brimming with gallons of
toddler piss
and
ruptured
fart bubbles.
I'd hopped the fence at 4 a.m.
fearful I'd skewer my cunt
and be stuck like that
under the humid
moonless
Florida
sky.
I'd jumped in with my,
No.
His clothes on,
like some pathetic
Ophelia.
Even my Chuck Taylor's
which made me feel so
Rock 'n Roll.
I could hear my breathing,
my heartbeat;
In.
Thump, thump.
Out.
Thump, thump.
And I sent up a prayer to
whatever
God was listening.
Even if it was
nothing at all.
Just let me die,
in this piss
filled pool
and in the morning some
poor slob can fish me out.
Long handled skimmer;
and me too dead to care about
the burden.
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