#anthony trow

[sitonthecornerwithdrownsoda]

[sitonthecornerwithdrownsoda]

The gun’s void was wide as heaven no sound was made in 

purgatory

I lay and wait

upon a thickened black moss that stretched for miles

slithering

                                                      for that glimpse

of purity Hit me again Lay my head down

on your brain I’ve melted I can never escape this place

Fevered across your skin. The gun’s void an ocean of darkness I can’t swim I can’t swim back

[sitonthecornerwithdrownsoda]

I met a boy Who told me I look like Zachary Quinto We kissed after I smoked a cigarette His hands wandered exploring his conquered mountain I suppose I just let him do it Let him feel the coldness of my fingers over his Hand to hand Cold to warm I think he stole something from me But what it is, I couldn’t tell

I can’t help that I had no emotion when you climbed onto me I’d been doused in beer But my mind wandered to someone else and for that I’m sorry

[sitonthecornerwithdrownsoda]

The Other Man

I can't hold on to the railings any longer Without slipping into the abyss below You Like a tornado Blew into my life, in more ways than one Just when I thought time erased things -But it's not time, people erase things- You were there And I'm desperately trying to hold on When I know I shouldn't My fingers long to prize free from you From your hair And chest And neck. But how can they When my bruise-fist steals beats for you Even though we are magnetic Each of us turned positive Wanting to be touched Forcing us to clash But we fight so violently hard to stick our bodies together That we begin to repel It's more me though You're just along for the ride I don't want to let go of your railing rib-cage, I wanna break free what you keep locked in there, But so do they And they make prettier choices Than me, "The other" Never, "The one."

[sitonthecornerwithdrownsoda]

In my bedroom I try to fight through the fog To see some resemblance of day Shapes Shadows But I'm hazed, in my brain The duvet is chain mail Can't penetrate my body this way But I'm hazed, in my brain I can't form coherence because It all comes back to you And your fucking face of angular features Which I long to forget But can't when you're pressed against my lobes And I just fucking wish you could fan away this Just burn away everything I've ever known But instead I'm in bed, wooden prison Just break me the fuck out man

[sitonthecornerwithdrownsoda]

My lover was a drug I had to ingest he was calm and cold against my chest his hair was black and the texture of string If I had to I'd do it again Swallow this pill and keep it in check live through this, You fucking wreck I'm beyond all of you, he is my greed Liar oh liar feel this need

[sitonthecornerwithdrownsoda]

When you first walked into my house, you never were able to walk out my door. But now you're not even here Not a portrait on my walls Perhaps a stain All clinging to my bed naked, erect. I'm totally out of it now, honestly I made you leave, my room I needed you to want me, but you didn't I couldn't make you So I let go of your string What was so wrong with having fucking strings? I know you were broken, but you never knew me If you had of tried, I would have held you together But I am tired of trying I am so tired of trying Of getting you to see my worth It's so lonely, I know But you don't make it better for yourself You're filling in the gaps with endless sex I know because I'm doing it too and it doesn't mean anything to me Nothing means a thing to me

With men who barely knew my name Who didn't scream it out at climax who think I am nothing more than a 'pretty face' When we are goddamn GODS That's what we are You should have wanted sanctuary in my body Because it's a private temple You could have sang symphonies on my back You could have had my altar Honestly. Now I am somewhat aloof to other men I can't help to barricade all my holy walls They can't penetrate me no more out of choice begrudgingly mind you, but still>,,,,

[sitonthecornerwithdrownsoda]

#2(?)

Unfurl your pages, let me taste your words, let me let them flow off my tounge I’m going to speak your language baby, wrap around your subtext. If only I knew in advance how this plot is going to play out, I always want to read the last pages, I always want to spoil the end, Even though you may actually just be fictitious, please let me peel away your cover, absorb your blurb, I don’t need to know about who has read you before, I just want to taste and feel what you offer me, Gestate in my brain, worm your way in, I wanna keep you here, in my tomb of past sagas.