

Ode to My BaristaI've heard it allOde to My Barista
your pretty jaw tilted back like an
oyster shell- spilling thoughts and memories
filling me until you'd given enough so I understand; empathetic, sympathetic you showed your soul in selfish phrases that
went on and on and on &n


piss on your motivesI tried to fix you sweet compliments aimed sidelong at you shot like arrows at the things inside that made you what you weren'tpiss on your motives
I failed, I must admit and now your shrunken waist and fierce hip bones
scream and inspire and now it's moving on
passing through photos
intwined in your writing a how-to on being miserable bones squirming, shoving out
but gosh! at least you're pretty!


Guily PleasuresI've got this accent In my head Where people smileGuily Pleasures
And they ask me where I'm from Deluded, convinced Like children who believe what they're told "This is where I'm from,
Can't you tell?" Don't you believe me?
I've got these words In my head Decorating my sentences With metaphorical ribbons and "I'm-so-smart" lace, frills around the edges So people are awed Astoned and impressed by my vast knowledge Like children
I've got guilty pleasures In my head With changing myself For people, to see people Fall bac
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May pakiusap ako.
Hwang mo itong gawin sa akin.
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dancing to the beat of my own heart...don't you dare get in my way.
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I'm so goth, I have a fishnet umbrella.
Still will put pink wig in front of wang and take photo for sex.
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"I wish I could be the rain fall upon your cheek. To be so close to you, to feel you when you are most vulnerable. I wish I could be the rain fall upon your cheek and be with you as I die."
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