famous ‍ proph͟e͟t͟s͟.

what a match, i’m half-doomed, and you’re semi-sweet.

certain as the sun, rising in the east tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme, beauty & the beast

lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off.. but it’s better if you do.

former doves comes back to the house, with blood on its wings & a bone in its mouth.

you never stopped smoking, but i forgive you.

wouldn’t you rather be a widow, than a divorcee?

northern downpour sends its love.

i don’t love you, i’m just passing the time. / you could love me if i knew how to lie.

you’re a regular decorated emergency.

accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie.

once again limb—loosing love shakes me, bittersweet, untamable, a dusky animal.

may i write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.

lost my fight with fate, a tug of war of leave & stay / i give in, i abdicate, i’d lay my sword down anyway. / i’ll see you at heaven’s gate, ‘cause it’s too little, way too late.

i’m so pathetically intense. i just can’t be any other way.

two—headed boy, she is all you could need. she will feed you tomatoes and radiowire & retire to sheets, safe and clean. / but don't hate her when she gets up to leave.

dawn—drenched girl.

slender hands marked with obscenity. you’ve once lived sin—free, but that’s all that ever bedevils you, sallowed thing.

i wish i were a girl again, half—savage & hardy, & free.. why am i so changed?

god topples from the sky, hell’s fire fade: exit seraphim & satan’s men: i shut my eyes & the world drops dead.

to my maiden of spring—side’s chagrin; i see past the withering foliage that resides petal—to—petal, graceful emergence is not far for you.