

From A Future Ex-LoveBe lulled into sweet slumber by the Siren's crooning. Smile dully as you're dashed against the rocks. Let my promises seep in and be your sweet poison, Let them seduce and corrupt you and fill you up. Let the honeyed lies fill your veinsFrom A Future Ex-Love
Until it crusts and hardens your heart. Be content with my half truths and saccharine smile. Let me damage you.
Taste the kisses I place on your lips; Let it remind you of curdled milk and rotted fruit. Feel the gentle press of fingers to your collar bone; Can you feel it like knife through the neck? Let me closer, I


A Girl named EllieHer hair was the color of cattails in Autumn. She smiled widely, Spoke too quickly, And her hands fluttered about her face.A Girl named Ellie
She said to me:
"So here I am, Waiting for God to come, But He's too busy buying a pack of camels at the corner store.
"He looks at me like he hates me But he doesn't know me enough, Not to hate me anyway.
"See my arms? Here they are, fragile and dusty as butterfly wings. Not as pretty though, never as pretty as a Monarch's.
"See me? Glittering, covered in diamonds? But I laugh like broken gl


Poems for BedfellowsI keep all the poems you've ever given me In a plum colored box beside my bed. Pretty lies lie next to me through the night Like some favored lover.Poems for Bedfellows
If your words have any truth, It is only because they were written by your hand, Or spoke from between your lips.
What tongue must rest in your mouth! Beating against mundane letters Until pages are filled with what began as "I love you".


DeliciousYou remind me of pulled taffy.Delicious
Warm, soft and sticky sweet, And sometimes you get stuck between my teeth
But that doesnt matter. Because just like taffy, you remind me of my childhood; Coloring my tongue red with words of joy, wonder, and most of all- love. When we kiss, you taste of smoke, of plums, of things too precious and fragile for me to give voice to. You have always been the string to my kite: keeping me tethered while I daydream of cornflower skies and clouds shaped like lemon drops.
I love you, candy man. And Im scared that
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Nana: I tried to make regular Cheerios into Honey Nut Cheerios by adding honey. ...Cereal doesn't work that way.
Nezzi: You're an idiot.
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Tom Pollock Jr
www.tompollockjr.com
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'Journalism is just a Gun. It's only got one bullet in it, but if you aim it right it's all you need. Aim it right and you can blow a kneecap off the World.'
i'm glad we found eachother~
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namaste
All's I gotta say....
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Nana: I tried to make regular Cheerios into Honey Nut Cheerios by adding honey. ...Cereal doesn't work that way.
Nezzi: You're an idiot.
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Nana: I tried to make regular Cheerios into Honey Nut Cheerios by adding honey. ...Cereal doesn't work that way.
Nezzi: You're an idiot.
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In the begining was the word..... in the end let there be action.
-Nezzi
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In the begining was the word..... in the end let there be action.
-Nezzi
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