#highschoolchronicles

Originally posted: March 15th, 2012 (circa 1999)

Her movements define grace.

Her features define beauty.

Her voice purrs with passionate song,

yet, I could never please her flawless existence.

And I now burn with icy pain;

Worse than the loss of white innocence,

to watch her admire one who does not deserve

Originally posted: March 18th 2012 (by way of 1999)

I used to love them,

the kisses of delusion,

the kisses of passion,

the caress of skin on silk,

knife against soul,

until the pain flooded in,

stabbing my mind until my mouth bled

with your lies from your fangs,

my eyes dark with the demon

you wanted in pleasure,

Originally Posted: May 13th, 2010

I once read somewhere

that procrastination is

a lot like masturbation,

it feels great until

you realize you're

screwing yourself,

if this is true,

we all move at the

speed of a wet dream

and productivity is not

what it seems,

if this is true…

I am the master

of cumming minutes

and spraying time

with defiance!

But I found out

time doesn't like that,

she prefers a man

who can handle

her with an

appreciative planner

because she's got

a schedule fetish,

an essays in two hours

don't get her in the

mood,

Time wants someone

who can work the

sands in her hourglass

along with her supple

seconds so she'll

spend years moaning

her thanks,

Speeding up the

bad times,

and slowing down

the good times,

time plays favorites

but she plays games

too,

one moment she's

faithful,

the next,

she passes you by

for someone who

ages better

and isn't a minuteman

haiku writer,

not that she favors

marathons,

because time ends up

wasted,

and as we all know,

she hates when

you try to beat

the clock

So a little advice:

don't say

"I'll do it tomorrow"

don't let tasks fester,

because when time

runs out on you,

she leaves one hell

Originally posted: March 18th, 2012 (by way of 2000)

The scrape of skate and street,

better that scrape of skin on cement,

blood pumps more reliably

than any kiss has ever provided,

because the kiss of the wind never leaves,

never lets go,

never lies

Sweat swims down the face in heated pleasure,