I’ll sleep when I’m dead
is now
Well, there’s no quick access
to caffeine or adderall,
so I guess I’ll call it a night

atonguewithbutsixwords:

Prompt: “I’m 100% sure she’s just pretending to like me for attention. Advice, Six?”

Don’t focus
on her
faux kiss.

Homophoetry

I just have to get something off my chest

*unhooks bra*

Okay.

Swallowing the glass
with a hard, steady heartbeat.
Static eyes on you.

deadliftsandbeers:

Fucking smoking and broing out with best friends

We’re hot. deadliftsandbeers:

Fucking smoking and broing out with best friends

We’re hot.

deadliftsandbeers:

Fucking smoking and broing out with best friends

We’re hot.

How to Put a Strawberry in a Blueberry

Put your underage friend
in the passenger seat.
Let her drink.
Let her drink.

She laughs, blows smoke
and lets her freckled skin lean
against the door of your 
baby blue Volvo.

A beautiful time,
and on the way home,
her stomach winds with the road.

You hit a rabbit,
and she laughs,
and she chokes.

And before you can stop,
she’s painted a new definition
of strawberry fields
forever
on your

floorboard.



All my biggest fans are smokers. Thanks, guys!

All my biggest fans are smokers. Thanks, guys!

Fifty Cents an Ounce

Hello! Hello!
To all the tired travelers
that made it across the
the Big Four Bridge
to bitch
because
you thought
we served
ice cream.

Welcome!
To you,
yes you,
who turned
the sprinkles knob
and released
a flood
of aesthetic tubes
to color
the counter

Hi there!
To all of you
fuckers
eating 
and
licking
before

you
    weigh
            and
                 pay

It takes tequila and salt to burn a metaphorical wound you’d “rather not talk about.” And you don’t have to say anything because you think the smoke talks. It says it all. Play it safe with creased lips, and live in a void where you’re nothing vivid, but comfortably numb in the peripheral.

Kudos.

A Pollock Impression

Fingernails
and cigarette butts
in blood

Flowers
to make it seem
careful

Four weeks
of quiet, summer
heat

All slathered
and secured

on a white square

I just got drunk
with my
kindergarten teacher

She drove.

hookersorcake:

Your mind is beautifulin this wild pulsing momentEating cookie crisplooking at porn.
I don’t care what the pastor the future saysall the devils and gods can’t save you now.
Lets partylike you’re an immortal beinglost in the sweet incarnate flesh
slowly explodingrolling through negative spaceyawning in boredom shuddering in bliss
Nothing ever changesNothing ever stays the sameLife is a death sentence
(Really asshole?! “Life is a death sentence?!” Are you trying to write poetry or a shitty country song? “It’s all the same thing…” yeah yeah, you zen prick.)Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, life is a death sentence.
so make shitty artmake terrible lovebe a fucking failurea total disgrace
winning is a shambecause you have nothingto lose, cept your sweet lil mind
and OMG baby take it all offshed your pretensesget nude and shake your meatlike a nodding twerking prayer
pull your arrogance downand be here with me, in all of thisdrunk sound thump bump bumpingin the trunk junk drawer
of this wonderful terrible somethingless-ness yes

hookersorcake:

Your mind is beautiful
in this wild pulsing moment
Eating cookie crisp
looking at porn.

I don’t care what the past
or the future says
all the devils and gods
can’t save you now.

Lets party
like you’re an immortal being
lost in the sweet
incarnate flesh

slowly exploding
rolling through negative space
yawning in boredom
shuddering in bliss

Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever stays the same
Life is a death sentence

(Really asshole?! “Life is a death sentence?!” Are you trying to write poetry or a shitty country song? “It’s all the same thing…” yeah yeah, you zen prick.)
Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, life is a death sentence.

so make shitty art
make terrible love
be a fucking failure
a total disgrace

winning is a sham
because you have nothing
to lose,
cept your sweet lil mind

and OMG baby take it all off
shed your pretenses
get nude and shake your meat
like a nodding twerking prayer

pull your arrogance down
and be here with me, in all of this
drunk sound thump bump bumping
in the trunk junk drawer

of this wonderful terrible
somethingless-ness yes

beyondyourboundaries:

• Cigarettes and Neighborhood Scraps
• A Lifetime Supply of Beanie Weenies and Manwich
• Condoms on the Patio
• Broken Cars and Causes
• I Was Kicked in the Mouth by a Goat Once
• A Reoccurring Nightmare Feat. Pennywise
• The Dog Vomited Shit 
• Go Ahead, Miley, Shave Your Eyebrows. You’ll See.
• I Said “Cum” When I Meant “Phlegm”
• STRIKE! 300 from the Womb

More to cum
phlegm*
COME**

I’m in love with my own image.
My skin glows with stories.
My blood runs thin with reminiscence.

You don’t see a winded sea captain,
hooked from fights
with whales.

You don’t see a black,
glass silhouette,
with pieces kept
together by false hope.

You see arrogance
and ignorance,
finely tuned to
play on repeat.

You see a beggar,
pleading for a taste
of sweets.


But when I say nothing and smile at you,

you’ll ask about me.

atonguewithbutsixwords:

Prompt: “a father leaving you at a young age”

Dear Dad,
I’m a 
helluva’ fisher.