Friday, May 1, 2009

relax...it's just sex



"If you think you want to fuck someone, just talk to them and you probably won’t want to fuck them anymore." - Matt Siegel


click

mindless
I click

point
click

point
click

aroused
by it

point
click

point
click

display
you present

hot
trick

hot
prick

attention
you get

un
zip

stroke
dick

but is it worth it?


distraction

no
don't speak
I just want you
to fuck me

deep
dig deep
towards the within
you can reach

freak
no sleep
slut me
thrust inside of me

so
I release
fact that morning
you will leave


good fuck

when you say
you love me
with my cum
dripping
off your face
I know
you are lying
to yourself
so I sit
silently
remembering
when my heart
ached blindly
proclaiming love
to good fucks
that judged
my words of love
the end of us
the same way
I just decided
that we are done
while wondering
when
I became
the good fuck


Signed,
Epiphany

Monday, April 13, 2009

Baby Brown



I pray
Aaliyah is your angel now
baby boy
baby brown
baby spirit
torn down
unguarded
left to drown

your heart
will sit with me
sing to me
sweet melody
revealing
importance of a love true
beautiful boy
beautiful you


In response to the homophobic taunts of his young peers, eleven year old Carl Joseph Walker Hoover took his life

This thickness needs to thin

Signed,
Silent

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Sex With a Poet

It happened so fast
i didn't even have time to think
she took hold of me;
i felt myself becoming weak
i shouldn't have done it
but how could i stop?;
namean, the tone of her voice
made my panties drop
my breathing became heavy...
and my heart was beating fast...
i wondered how long this sensation would last
damn.
she knew what she doing
she took no time;
she knew what she was pursuing
that spot between my thighs was
continuously throbbing
and it showed no sign of
anytime stopping
i don't think i ever felt this,
well not like this before
i just knew i was liking it for dam sure
her words drugged me;
my mind was on esctasy
damn her being with a poet
she fucked my brains out without even touching me.
~iCook

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Edge

Please don’t push me

To that place where the walls

Are spiked with thorns

Where no baby will ever be born

Please don’t make me go there

Please don’t push me

Don’t push me over the edge

I might not be able to get back

Please don’t make me go there

It’s cold and dark and I’m scared

Of the person waiting there for me

With my face but insides so alien

That they make me cringe

Please don’t me push me to that place

Where I cannot see the sky no more

Where no seagull ever sings no Ocean

Ever roars

Please don’t push me to the place

Where there’s nothing but craziness

Don’t push me over my edge

This time I might not make it back

Shimmering

Calm thoughts bore me

Easy living tears me away

From that life – long pulse

Shouting through my being

Frightened routine scares me

Off and pushes me away

Fast forward into the arms of an

Unknown future

Where everything new is gold

And promised glimmer

Broad daylight makes everything

Seem plain and regular and bleak

But in the twilight zone

my Dust can shimmer.