Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

her poets wear suits sewn with pretense and magic
you know she won't stay unless they keep it dramatic
has to feel they'll
leave young via death quite traumatic
when the pen scrawling black's bled dry of the tragic
her poets fuck drunk and starving devour
every vulnerable inch no matter how sour
leave her fragile heart filthy with the shame of the coward
who fell prey to the charm words carry when dour
spells cast by wolves dressed up in rhyme
keep her craving the crisis,that need in the lines
they've written while panicked,and drowning in wine
mistakes them for those romantic princes of verse
who long ago left this realm and it's curse
her poets are snakes,their venom posing as prose
they strike at her dreams and poison them so
she welcomes their hiss,though she secretly knows
the insincere ache in the seeds of loss they have sown
forever take root to choke a soul as they grow


[This message has been edited by chrissy (edited 11-23-2001).]

[This message has been edited by chrissy (edited 11-23-2001).]

*sighs*

between the sky,the sea,and the mood in me
we're all three...so terribly blue together
so imagine if you will a heart forever filled
with the torture of an unquenchable thirst
for a night to come again
like the night i knew back when
we could have kissed forever
had we kissed once ever
christ knows i'd madly drink it up
and even eat the holy cup
it came in
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i promise to stop editing. or posting. or something. i'm feeling fickle.

[This message has been edited by chrissy (edited 11-23-2001).]

I'm sure glad I'm not one of your poets!