Your Soul, No Sympathy

I've been searching
years and years
that one special person
whose life they will share
sharing forever
with me and only me
what they don't realize
is what they share they won't receive
for I am out to devour
your soul, with no sympathy

Stand...resist

You bother me
You anger me

You make me sad
You make me worry

I can't stand you
yet
I can't resist you

I Drone On

Every beat of your heart
I can feel it
as your blood runs
through your body
I can see it, smell it
as perfectly
as if it were my own

Every breath you take
I can feel in my grasp
your chest moving against mine
as I lay down atop you
devouring your life
with only flesh as my desire
as I drone on without a thought

With a Padlock

With a Padlock

Folded up
Tucked away
Hiding in a little pocket
Zipped up
With a padlock
Hiding from anyone
Who'll take it away

It will always be there
Never be gone
Always lurking
My feelings for you
My love for you
In a special place
Of my heart

That's What They Say About Me

If any of you have played the first BioShock, you may recognize the name Sander Cohen. He was the artist later in the game in which you had to go and find people, kill them, take their pictures, and post them up on Cohen's art collection. After playing BioShock 2 for 3 hours and staying up until 3am, the idea for this poem just came to me. Hope you all enjoy it.
Ps, for those of you who are Cohen fans, you might recognize a subtle nod to Cohen's poem "The Wild Bunny".


That's What They Say About Me
[A tribute to Sander Cohen]


A little weird
A little cuckoo
That's what they say about me

Why hate my morbidity
I'm just weirdly creative
What's wrong with being an artist?

A little wacko
A little crazy
That's what they say about me

The poems of hippity-hopping psychosis
The pictures of monstrous pain
What's wrong with being an artist?

A little demented
A little fucked up
That's what they say about me

Torturing the models
Slaughtering the muse
What's wrong with being an artist?

Very much demented
Very much deranged
That's what is brilliant about me.

Harbinger Moon

"They say tonight is the brightest moon we'll get in a while."


Crawling through the bushes
dirt climbing under your nails
mud caking to your pants
rocks scuffing up the tips of your shoes
screams run through the air
defying the volume made by the voice of man
following, ruffling inside,
coming through the shrubs
the howls call after,
the howls you're running from
the inevitability chasing after you
the furred monster,
bringing unprecedented dread
as it's feet clunk up behind you
gasping for one last breath
before the monster takes it away.

Ew, an emo poem...

I think
I put too much faith
in humanity
thinking they can be there for you
when they won’t
thinking they won’t make the same mistakes
when they will
thinking that one day you can rely on them
which will never happen
it never will
there will always be people letting you down
I guess
it’s really just how you deal with it
do you sit around and let them
or do you go out and forget it
either way
it will find it’s way back
to rip you in half
all at once.