he kicked it so hard
it flew up and then splattered
the ceiling was red

She handed him a
formless lump. He structured it,
then returned her heart.

reached deep down inside
grabbed a heart, boxed, and gift-wrapped
merry christmas dear

If you die, then who
will be there for the fights and
awkward flirtations?

the pain never leaves
death is always calling me
goodbye forever

nothing to see here
time to pack up and move on
your future's calling

When my heart glows out,
it burns a hole through my skin
trying to touch you.

you can take a tour
see things you know nothing of .
just know you can't buy

your drift was my dream
last night the oh sweetest thing
i would not have guessed

unrequited love
fantasy's an empty hole
if you get my drift

wise man consulted
he said..yes tell her the truth
and then he farted

make old people cry
have them sing the garden song
shoot it makes me cry

east meets west meets north
meets south, mad in all points on
our compass roses

this is what I want
gigglebeneeooochiecan
If I finish it...

hahahaha

Open me with those
haunted eyes. Come inside so
I can feel your light.

I would enter you
through a window in your heart,
creeping between worlds.

it becomes more of
a risk when one lives for one
other out of love or

what have you, not quite
out of need or hatred or
other emotions

I think I live in
or under a curse not to
know what to expect

with regrets in the
past, what lies in the future
but what lies ahead

I jammed this tune when..
a teen I was, my boyfriend
shut it the fuck off
LOL

some questions muse me
love love love love love love love
love without a face..

uh huh i got it
i got caught doing the teach..
only in my dreams...

I can't help it bro
i take great joy this moment
you should post kiss pics
xoxoxox

your paintings are great
Your writtings are wonderfull
You should be happy

I only write here
because I lack the courage
in the other world.

carry no regrets
the load is heavy enough
let yesterday go

in a kitchen there's
little time to think of what
horrors life have when

the fucking souffle
or burger or fois or salad
or what have you is up

Stages of life

fill it in
learn the answer
earn the points
be successful

be successful
earn the points
learn the answer
fill it in

And I would write her
so many awful haikus
Doesn't know the site.

if one's will accepts
death then what can thou art art...
arf arf arf arf arf?

some are born lost and
take no pleasure in being
apparently found

Embracing him feels
like the glowing light in an
Alex Grey painting.

i'm sorry for the
things i said five years ago
regret is a bitch

god forbid the same
i'd be 17 years dead
i'll count my blessings

i'll die in four years
at the age of thirty three
just like jesus christ

multifarious
but also the work of one
my name is Legion

i'd settle for hate
at least now i affect you
mere smudge on your map

wake resincaster
and unrepititiously
propel conveyance

I read dirty things
haikus this week are unclean.
Why? why such bad prose?

Who are you really?
You play so many roles here
that I never know.

no need to be shy
i want to be degraded
you'll cum till it hurts

it matters not to me
if you cook bad spaghetti
for you, i'd eat thrash

it matters not to me
if you cook bad spaghetti
for you i

I, too, imagine
submitting beneath something
strong and masculine.

some things rule lives as
gods and they return nothing
except large bar tabs

about haiku, quick
short statement fleeting about
some sort of short theme

about haiku, quick
short statement fleeting about
some sort of short theme

i've thought about it
another man crushing me
with his warm, brute strength

It's not so much a
surprise, but disappointing
that I still want him.

What they say about
"the good ones" shouldn't be true.
Maybe he's just bi.

so the muso's gay
can't say that we're surprised here
the signals were there