victorian era marilyn

victorian era marilyn...
how cute.
how strange.
how wicked.
don't burn me at the stake.
i'll fucking cut your throat and hunt down your lover.
yes, they didn't even know it was coming.

not lonely.

i want someone to hold my hand...

i want to feel another's warmth...

i want to be lusted and loved all in the same...

i want to be yearned for...

i want to be needed and wanted...

i want kisses and touching and shared laughter...

i want these cold nights to be boycotted by interwoven legs and interlocking flesh...

i want someone's fingers to run like the wind through my hair and down my spine...

i want someone to look at me in a whole new light...

i want someone to share these billions of stars with...

i want a face to kiss goodnight...

i want a face to wake up next to...

i want someone to love everything i hate about myself...

i want someone to lift me up when i can't hold myself...

i want someone to wrap themselves around me and hold on tight...

i want someone to be proud of me, and accept my mistakes...

i want someone to feel like i'm worth having...

i'm not lonely...i swear.

squirm.

puke puke puke...

split pea soup...

shit on your boot...

sunny side up...

piss in a cup...

show a little love...

for paper cuts...

in all the wrong places...

and blood on our faces...

hair in all spaces...

like in your teeth...

and snakes in your sheets...

turd in your punch bowl...

blood by the mouth full...

shit on by a seagull...

spiders with needles for legs...

itches that stay for days...

dogs licking your face...

after they've licked their ass...

and how your uncle rob...

loves to pass gas...

rats in your cereal...

make you epitherial...

ticks behind your ear...

make you live in fear...

don't be grossed out...

that's not what this rhyme is about...

it's to make you squirmy...

and make you realize firmly...

that you're a chicken shit...

ugh.

i feel as though i'll never heal from the heartaches of my past.

compass

my compass was broken...

titanic.

i wish i was with you at the bottom of the sea...

there would be long flowing staircases, elegant dinner settings, you, and i, and we...

i'd use your myth of strength and unsinkability as my own...

but eventually my defects and flaw shall be surfaced and known...

OH!, titanic, how i wish i was resting the peaceful rest with you below...

people would try to recover me, but how close to the abyss are they really willing to go?...

for you and i, my dear titanic, hold our secrets within unpenetrable walls, and my sweet unsinkable, for us the ocean calls...

dear titanic, do not fear, do not be sad...

there are still so many adventures yet to be had...

icy waters surround us, and memories still haunt the corridors of our hearts...

treasure

how does one know when they've found the ultimate treasure?...because i don't think that they start off sparkling and shiny...you have to really work to see a treasure for what it's worth...much like people...