Saturday, November 5, 2011

Burn them

and in the ash
lose yourself
from the empty voyage
from growling eyes
in mirrors and glass
from sad eyes between
the bars of a prison
concepts ideas and
thoughts all are
all are slaves of freedom

Saturday, September 24, 2011


I live alone locked in my jail
looked  into and at
passed by
seeing the sun shine throuh an icy veil
And I hunger in cursed cold and cursed
winters talking to shadows
clawing at my ears to stop the ticking time
hoping something changes

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The Pie

There lies waiting
in the pie garden
a specific pie

the wind of which
has chosen to remain
in silent hibernation

Everyone knows
what has happened
and wonders why
but not the pie
especially not
the pie

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

You Are

the comfort in his arms
his trick for the day
wasted  discourse
crumbles away
into his weak defense
but I don't give a shit
and it ends that way

Monday, July 11, 2011

The Dinner Date

When he started bragging about his three condos I felt like throwing up in his face.
Having a picnic under a shit tree would have been more enjoyable.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Summer Songs

I have a feeling that olives me and dark beer
make you shiver and vomit but I wish it made you

at least hate me

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Monday, June 20, 2011

Telegraph from God to the Sun

Made mistake.
Tried to fix twice
but man too sick to help
Please Kill man
burn the earth to ash
make sure all dead


Friday, June 17, 2011

Stud, but that's all

Jack's  porn obsessed. A dirty magazine with a brain stem and eyes
moving into my boneless body. His flat had six rooms and he owned three cars.
A six room three car dirty magazine with a brain stem penis and balls.

Sunday, May 29, 2011


His skin felt wet, like paint that could never dry.
I hated myself for how I felt about him. Yes, he was almost handsome, cocky but kind too...
but his odor was foul, even after he showered it remained on his body hair and seeped from his skin. Letting the phone ring was not the problem, getting his stink off of me was.
I felt sick all week. I had sex with a monster.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Clear Instructions



Sunday, May 15, 2011

She Remembers

 She knew in her heart that he was still asleep so she whispered, "I want to smother you" in his ear. He was large and often dreamt of the sun dancing on the maize in the valley. But this time the sun slept, and night spread onto him, deep into the skin, as his eyes rolled back into ecstasy.

Monday, May 9, 2011

pissing in the occasion

Life is a stark and barren wasteland of crippled dreams, dead memories,
and overwhelming sadness.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

His Toupee

  nearly blew off when I fluttered my hummingbird wing eyelashes

Saturday, April 30, 2011

y\You a\Amaze m\Me

I want to live your doo doo.

I want to live in your doo-doo.

and I hate doo doo :D

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Two Faced Dummy

Living with this guy was like living with a vantrilaquist

...without the vantrilaquist.

Saturday, April 23, 2011


anything that does doo doo deserves to die.

this is the "real"  ending to my pre-grad thesis I had to finish..What a farce indy study is!  :D

Monday, April 4, 2011

cell phone

I can't see you anymore

are... you still there?
all I hear is a thrombosis trying to kill me.

(And it irritates me to be reminded why I don't love you any more.)

I am a five letter word and when I call you 'dick' I say it like
it's your name.

Thanks for your opinion  :D

Sunday, April 3, 2011

So Getting To Know Me: Roseanna

 What chore do you absolutely hate doing?
  I hate taking out the garbage and vacuuming my room.
 What is your favorite body part?  
  A boy's penis and his heart.
  Which celebrity do you get mistaken for?
  Naomi Watts. 
 What was the last movie, TV show or book that made you cry or tear up?
 The movie, Secretariat.
 What story does your family always tell about you?
 When I was caught having sex in Dad's car and Dad drove my sister to school with us still ( I was 14, he was 17), in the back seat. It was a big Lincoln and the truth is we came together, me for the first time ever like  that. I think because he was really drunk but we were totally wiped out and naked and my sister was late.

What do you love about Blogging?
 l've met  some great writers online. It's really hard not to fall in love with some of them... I wish there were  more people like this on campus and at home.
What are your passions?
 I like to help animals.

Oh well that is all I have time for ! :D

Friday, April 1, 2011

Hair Trigger ADHD Sex

He had an annoying habit of taking the pie out of the oven 
before the oven was hot. But he could come so many times
in a row that it didn't really matter. (30)


Friday, March 25, 2011

Dumpsters of Flesh

he woke up on a loading dock 
at the heel end of the city

amazed that it still worked
he had never once found himself so
un-clutched from her from Lucky

they were kids or just believed

he thought what a length to sweep
it needed it should he ask
and who to make money
five dollars he thought
and where was she?
was she simply forgotten?

****                       ****
I remember her rolling over
me pulling on me
putting me upwards beneath and into her
taking my wrists and swinging my arms
like we were flying
our skin tight 
bodies wreathing
in flooded pleasures

and our long burning tongues
moving deep into
the dumpsters
of our flesh

The Facts Of Life

life is an experiment that failed.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Yeah so...

I'm sitting thinking...

I wonder if he ever thinks of me
when he takes a shit.

To the comments and followers I do love you all but I am like doing 4 papers and if I start getting into comments I'll fuck this whole school thing up. Don't for a second think I don't appreciate it please. I just know myself
well enough to know if I start getting into this it's going to mess up my GPA  :D

Monday, March 14, 2011

Letting the LOSER win

the comfort in his arms
his trick for the day

then stupid
crumbles away
into his weak defense

but I don't give a shit
so I let it end that way

hoping he falls down
the stairs
so i can fix him


Saturday, March 12, 2011

What you feel like doing

when he gets in his "stubborn mood" and puffs his chest

Sometimes it takes a fuck-up to get the job done right!

just make sure he isn't wearing a wire to get 10 yrs off his sentence :D

Friday, March 11, 2011

My Bad Boy

I always tell him " Good things come to those who wait"...but ( sigh) still he  comes too fast!

I used the lines because I do not have the adult monitor engaged :D

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Death At The Mall

I wonder  whether the couples in the mall holding hands really know each other or are they just running from themselves.

Friday, March 4, 2011


Why I hate republicans (the politicians)

1. They lie all the time
2. They're trying  to destroy America
3. They villify good people
4.  They cheat and steal
5. They never compromise

Im going  into teaching, and it just gets me so mad how crazy and mean they are!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Just A Message

Although I love writing , it's not really my favorite thing to do becuase of all the papers forced on me, and I don't have a real knack for it yet. However,  I will try  :)  when I get some time away from studying.
I won't be posting a ton of stuff though, just so you know that. I'm studying Art History and graphic design so I have a lot of reading, writing, and computer work keeping me on my toes most of the time.

Thanks for following.

Friday, February 11, 2011

My Valentine Man

When I saw you standing out in the shadows I knew then, at that moment,
that we could be together for the rest of our lives.
And though you never heard or saw of me, but for the part of you that is
shouting to be free, I see you being held  prisoner, as I am too.
But we have each other now till forever and each time will be like the first
time you hold me in your arms.  You are my Valentine man. <3

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Monday, January 31, 2011

Words With We In Them

                       a purity of  two beyond transparency freed to mystery