Poetry of the Swarm

Since several of us are poets, here's a place to post it.

The black bones nailed to sketches of pine trees frozen in flight

produce blue residue that leaks rivers into inky lesions
and blots on the ghostly space

Split knuckles estimate my worth. I respond: hurling the fractures open

A writer's fluid sleeps into sores like a bending physique, an awareness of creation
curling into completion until –

the snow cradles a cupped hand of softened white organs
pulsating without a body.

The Swarm is a place
Where gamers and nerds flock to
To have their own fun.

What lies at the end of a broken dream?
What will I see beyond crumbled emotions?
And what's there? I don't know.

EVERYTHING SUCKS
DEAL WITH IT
GOOD LUCK
BITCH

1 2 3 4
I'M A WHORE

Jen...that last one was so awesome! Kappa

Before you take off your clothes
I wanna tie you up with some garden hose
Slap your tits and rub my balls on your nose

Before we do the deed
Before I cover your box with my seed
I'm gonna pound ya 'till ya fucking start to bleed, bitch

MY MUSTACHE BE GLISTENING
LOVE HOW I GOT U TRIPPING
HOW I MAKE YA JUICES START DRIPPING

WEN….

IM EATING YO PUSSY BABY

I DIG HOW U TASTE SWEET N SOUR
YA JUICES BE FLOWING LIKE A HOT SHOWER
HOW U GET OFF ON MY TONGUES POWER