An Introduction

Whether it be fantasy or reality or something dirty in between~

It is a reflection of me

And you.


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Never Enough to be Pretty is all the change I have in my pocket- TL Banks


Mr. D.Edward Stanley

In a novel they write
he sees her one night
and suddenly she is all that he breathes
In reality it goes
If the girl he barely knows
his plans are nothing more than to deceive
Here we are in this place
In this time and in this space
And I don’t know if this is real or if its written
But if the words you say are true
and what you have said you’ll surely do
Am I actual or am I fiction?


papier mâché

It got quiet, when sin walked into the room.
Before, there were dreamers shouting and parades for the pompous
And lust in Latin and graves and filthy fingernails
Before, there were streamers and fog and heavy drums
And wired bon vivants in capital robes with nothing to worship-
There were crimson lies and loud golden bangs and heated sulfur
Before, we made fire, we danced and chanted magic melodies
Yet all of it was brutally faded when sin came.
Before, we overate and overslept with greasy smiling faces
But as soon as sin arrived, we were exposed.
As soon as we saw with our own eyes, the real deal
As soon as we smelled everything that we had ever pretended to be
It got extremely quiet. We knew that we were sheep for shearing-
We were moved to our knees
and we disrobed
and we all waited
as one massive vibration
one giant invisible hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
floating silently by the sun, just waiting for sin to tell us
what to do from here on out…



The Dissolution of…

Every single time that you feel haughty enough to brush the dust of me off your shoulder
trace particles of my existence remain on your hands.
I’m under your nails.
I’m growing bacterial armies inside you to remind you of who I am.
Keep lathering your fingers, Pontius,
clean the flesh til it falls off.
My stain will never go away no matter how many miles you move apart
you will always carry the blame
you were the one offering up your name and then you decided to take it away
love felt a little more like work than you liked, right?
I’m in your DNA and your hubris betrays.
Every single time you hunt for an answer for why you can’t ever seem to feel whole
Your emptying veins where I have coursed and punched through will eternally leak
Today you are dismissive, tomorrow, as par for the course, regret
Keep lathering your fingers, Pontius,
nothing you can do now but die…


With her HIM

I confess.
I had the biggest crush on you.
The plan was to let you fuck me silly.
But you killed that noise with the quickness.
I have recovered since that night.
And I have to thank you.
Would I do it the same way again?
Knowing now what I needed to know then?
Absolutely, no regrets.
I enjoyed every moment I spent, every cum drip.
Wine tastings are fun not forever.