Poetry Blogs (College)
You stuck your fingers up me and didn’t even know my name
You grabbed my ass and blamed it on the drink in your hand
You kissed my neck and pulled me into you
I was yours for the night---that one night.
I was too drunk and you knew. Yet you kept going
You kept going down on me further and further.
My bra somehow came off and you began to suck
I didn’t know what was going ...
Monday 12th October 2020 5:12 pm
“Gemma!” She snapped into consciousness, only partly. Her head was pounding and her fingers felt swollen.
“What time is it?” she murmured. Her eyelids remained heavy still, but they opened wide enough to notice the thin rays of light streaming through the dorm room’s blinds. Gemma shifted her body to face Alex. He looked almost as groggy as s...
Wednesday 2nd May 2018 10:51 pm
here’s to the afterlife —
what fate does the day after The Last Day hold?
doubt consumes man’s faith .
down into the depths of the pit
my mind descends ,
down to the caverns ,
the walls closing in .
the light dwindles ,
crushed under the weight of this apparent reality .
hopeless and helpless ,
lonely and tired .
beaten down by the endless sorrow .
Wednesday 11th October 2017 11:45 pm
where cars run rare
and exude mating calls
with running rust
synonymous to melting
who prides a sign
arches over 9th street
A R T
and in essence
of what could be known as design
in other wo...
Friday 12th May 2017 4:33 am
Alive and Deceased
Poison has filled the bunker
but from the outside
until futher analysis
In a similar
is Schrodinger's Student
who is both
here and absent
awake and asleep
consious and in coma
Fallen loved ones join Illness
in a dorm room
Wednesday 10th May 2017 9:33 am
Life by the beach
students on fire
chicks with tattoos
streets filled with hope and crank
the guy from Hawaii is the coolest
away from mom and dad
high school was so yesterday
party at the Bob Marley house
after party in the morning
beer belly and whiskey dick
fake tits and nipple rings
warm beer and cold pizza
mac and cheese fill...
Friday 12th February 2016 4:32 pm
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm