

untitled.My heart is sloppy. Colored outside the lines. Scribbled on my sleeve. I pick at it sometimes. Like some scab, nobody ever notices. I've got ten reasons, good ones, nothing less, to give it away. On a sturdy ship, it becomes a speck. A single freckle tucked just below the eye. And I'll walk away disheveled, limping with my handsuntitled.
sewn against the chest.


I am.I'm a goldfish with my head in a bowl. I'm a stereo with blood beating on the skull.I am.
Chug lung, chug every last drop.
A bottle of forestry pours into the pot. My mouth sprouting bubbles. My eyes leaking froth.
I tuck in my words before I climb inside.
Wrap myself in cancer and
watch the rocks rip the flesh of the sky.
I hear a deep, thunderous growl. I see my stomach shriveled. I watch it wail and writhe.


Hate pt. 2.2Hate pt. 2
Hating myself has become an obsession.
I consume colors, and breathe like a dragon.
I seal tight my bitter aggression.
And bleed poems past sutured incisions.
My skin's soaked in flames,
the bones have dried away
to nothing, and I am that
which isn't spoken. I am pain.


Hate pt. 1.1Hate pt. 1
Sometimes, I hate being a poet.
I'd rather be a poem
etched into a wall or scrawled
on McDonald's napkins, in a sloppy sphere
underneath soda stained tables
Left to be discarded or find some life
to encourage longevity, earth
needs these minds, needs the flow
of words like I need the smoke.
I'd rather not write and write
for it seems like an organized mess.
I hate our lack of proper communication.
It's killing us, it's killing us.
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"In the grim darkness, the flames of Judgment still burn."
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"My name? I am known by many names. Son of the Dark Prince, Child of Darkness. Some call me the Altar Boy of Doom. Others will know me as the second coming of damnation....My mom calls me Pepito." -Pepito
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If it's not here, then it's over there!
But if it's not over there, then where is it?
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"Hello, friends. I am a perfectly normal human
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