Philly Story #7: Poker Face

See they was giving out iced teas

you know how they give out free stuff sometimes in center city

i had a bunch of iced teas

and wouldnt you know it

i have to pee again

i done peed four times already she said

burning green hazel pupils

searching for sympathy

white wrinkled caramel skin

i went to the library, peed

down to the um PECO, peed

in the Burlington Coat Factory, peed

and just before i got on

this bus ride so doggone long

Jeesusss

Jeesusss

 

 

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WMD’s

Kisses my cheek with such harmony

That I can’t speak

Cool and explosive

Licking the hair away from my face

As I grip the steering wheel and steer

Deeper into the rhythm

The sound resonates

Vibrates down my column

I cant think

You touch me and my thoughts strap suicide bombs to their chest

You kiss me

And they sit in the middle of brain,

quietly about to detonate

 

Lavender

Bend into each other

Trees stretching towards the sun

Wanting. That is always and forever.

To be curled up

Fetal

And endlessly warm. Underneath it all

Lies heat

Strong and sweet

Herbed lavender sweat

Sleep.

For even as lov…

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

-excerpt from Kahlil Gibran on Love

fuck a love poem. by megan alodie

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fuck u. 
fuck love. 
fuck those sappy ass dramas on tv.

fuck u. 
fuck love.
fuck everything in between. 

fuck u.
fuck love. 
fuck what u do to me. 

fuck u.
fuck love.
fuck anniversaries.

fuck u.
fuck love.
fuck fuck-buddies.

fuck u. 
fuck love.
fuck it. 
it was all a dream
i used to read word-up magazine…

*snaps*