Skip to main content

Haunted (Part 2) (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

"We've been eight years dead," I pause.
We see a new tombstone with 2015
Walking through the dark graves 
The air smells of death 
It's Halloween again 
Let us not pretend 
Our dance returns
I yearn
Burn for your affection 
Your touch on my neck 
The cemetery so warm 
Our coffee still cold 
Yet onto this death I hold 
I'm still into you 
But I don't want to be
Year after year 
I want to hold your hand 
But you don't want to hold mine 
We're dying
Dying, dying 
We are here 
You shrug at the moon 
Not changing
My interior
Heart broken 
Pain awoken deep
My eyes draw blue 
That I'll leave 
Right after Hallow's Eve
Will this ever end?" you asked
Hell I feel at your question
I yearn 
Burn for your soul
I am still haunted too
Haunted by you 


Popular posts from this blog

This Little White Boy Who Wanted Some Nigger In Him (James Leland Ludeau III - Lafayette, LA)

Grew up on a plantation
Secluded from the world
I knew classes but didn’t understand race
Because what raced through my veins wasn’t something of which I could ever speak
My father could fuck the slave girls
But I couldn’t touch the men
It filled me with resentment
Fueled my resentment with lust
Until it was too much to take
It was a small contained community
White as the cotton in the fields
Only dark around the edges where the black men lived
Ploughing the fields
I’d imagine them ploughing me
Glistening with sweat as the sun bathed their shoulders
The sweat running down until it pooled around the waistband of their thin cotton pants
Their skin
Black, almost indigo, like night
Some like coffee with milk in it
Cafe au lait
I could smell their musk
Watched as their muscly bodies worked
I yearned
This little white boy who wanted some nigger in him
To fall beneath the weight of one
As he heaved
As he forced his throbbing cock into my crevice
I longed for even the pa…

God Will Cry (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

This is your soul trying to connect to you for last the time. We have come to the final crossroad in our life. This is the end. These are our last earthly breaths.
From this abuse of yourself, we will both die. You will be a rotting corpse. I will fade away into Darkness. People may mourn your death, at first, but you will be forgotten, while I am left here molested by the hands of Hell.
God will cry, “My child didn’t fulfill her purpose.”
I’m begging you; don’t do this. It has been a slow ride, a slow descent to suicide.

"I Love You" is Enough (Louis Toliver Jr)

Please don’t stress I see what you do all year Everyday you show me Through your actions How much you care for me But please don’t stress It’s not money or possessions That make me give my life to you It’s the moments that are small When people don’t care to look That you show your love most So don’t stress to demonstrate What you already know you do Just say “I love you” and… My underwear will come off for you