She "is" but won't be for long.
I have this whole world that I want to share.
It doesn't sound like a lullaby but
Sometimes it feels like one.
Sometimes the sun sets at the perfect time and
Dawn begins to look like a rusty image of color.
It begins to set in and dissolve.
It pix-elates and creates an overdose that
Flat-lines and shapes the figures that come my way.
You make me shift with every move you make.
There is something about the darkness that alleviates.
Something in the way you talk that makes my breath palpitate.
There is something in the air
And its setting across our universal states.
Dust seeps down on the miles that we found
Between us, I cant settle down now that it is dawn.
I want the drunken and drugged Queen's crown.
I want everything that is wrong,
Everyone that is alone singing this lullaby song,
I want every black tear that tears from that witch's heart.
I want a dry dreary summer to settle into and forget
Every bad dream, sad song, primal love, and every instinctual cheap bet.
When I woke up I did not remember dreaming.
I did not feel defeated by the rising of sun and
Everything that it encompasses in second.
I ate a lonely breakfast and reflected.
In a day,
I am the person who chooses misery over dispute.
Openly accepting each movement and action I meet.
Not once have I pushed against the grain in vain.
I made my coffee and drank it in peace.
I get lost in an infinite timeless thought.
I come face to face with inevitability and its sisters.
Bravely I encompass every thought and feeling
That is placed inconveniently in front of me.
I have become a stone wall against the storm.
I have learned to live with everything I see
And soon my voice will be a whisper in the wind.
Soon, I will be deterred and I will rise high
And then come down on it all
So very, very hard.
comes down so fast.
Wanting all her high.
Lying in the sun, she basks.
Oh, she was once the girl
Who hated this world.
Taking all the books,
Ripping all their covers off.
Now she takes it as it comes.
All as they are.
She "is" but not for long.
Empathy is a disease.
It's a mirror that you always look into.
It is the situation that you are inherently bound to.
Empathy is asking for spare change on the corner of a street.
Empathy keeps you dedicated
Like a nun in it for the pearly gates.
It stamps a scar on your heart that can turn to hate.
Empathy is the cheapest coffin in the whole place.
Empathy encourages that charitable sorrow
That plagues the psyche with a bittersweet notion
Of unbearable understanding and sympathy.
Empathy is all alone, drinking wine and watching WWIII on the t. v.
We are mad as birds, in love in a dark home.
I wished I could be you.
In the drunken daze of submission with aggression,
in the Nicaraguan touch that has turned blue.
Touched by the cold trained tongue that you have become.
Both of us not right in the head.
Both of us not quite ready for bed.
You sit high on your thrown these days.
I weep for apologies at your feet and
I wish for months for your gilded heart.
I remember in the beginning,
you were not so mean.
Both of us have made our bed
Both of us will die in it.
Words are sexy.
I love words.
If you were a word I'd marry you.
I'd write you over and over and have sex with you.
Ill use my tongue a lot because that's what sexy words like.
They like to roll against my tounge like a french kiss.
French words don't roll off my tongue.
The English words have run a muck.
Now that the night has arrived
It feels right to glide into it.
To give up the fight
And the daily draining
Of my soul into the sun.
It seems right to hear the cars
Florescent lights as a gentle sight.
The twinkle, glitter of the sky
And the breathe that is not quite a sigh.
The bushes sway right to left
While the wind works like a caress.
It kisses and commands everything it interacts with.
And everything around it works with it.
And everyone here likes to go with the flow of this life.
I am color blind.
I see dead people that look alive.
I see a dream
That’s deeper than an ocean.
I see kids playing while they still can.
Before that American dream
destroys their youth and
Crushes their soul.
Before they become anti-social
And afraid to jump,
Afraid to take a chance.
I see the youth being told
That the world is scary,
Everyone wants to rape you
Or steal you,
And drill you,
Break your heart,
"You’re not that smart".
I see the kids while they are still kids.
I hear California dreams.
A living obnoxious lullaby,
A living nightmare
That is shared by you and me,
And we wait for the change
That is only found within one another.
We wait for someone to save us
From the nightmare that has become a pester
And a seamlessly ever lasting fear.
So, please dear, just for me,
Just do it.
You’re gonna regret and forget it anyway.
Both are bound to happen.
I forget a lot of things I regret
It’s all irrelevant to the time and the position of the sun.
It depends on our mood.
It takes shape from our experiences
And our darkest secrets.
My secrets are pearl white.
There is a man in my class who looks like you.
His skin is like skim milk,
His voice projects across the room when he speaks.
He knows everyone in class but sits alone.
There is a woman in my class who daydreams.
Once the talking head begins to speak she flees.
Her gaze is connected to a tiny pale desk,
That she secretly hates.
At the head of the classroom is where the Doctor sits.
Sometimes he parades by speaking of Mandeville and bees.
His eyes snow down from time to time,
A gentle two second glimpse of the cotton covered tits.
I sit in the seventh row out of eight.
The eighth seat back out of eight.
I am on the third floor out of four.
One foot in the classroom and one foot out the door.
We don't say much.
But we know each others words
and we both have a way with them.
Silence doesn't say much,
Yet its presence is deep felt.
We'll meet at the end of the street
In the dark shadows covered by aging leaves
And studded by light aged stars.
You remind me that we were their dust.
That we will become someone else's dust.
I didn't say much.
But we both know what will come next.
The words don't mean much.
We both have a way with them.
It's this feeling that is drilling
Calling me to come
And i hear it loud.
It rings to me
It sings to me.
It doesn't see
and the complication
of these feeling and
where you and me
end up- near a street.
Don't dream about summer
In the winter.
The Fall wasn't that bad.
But now the Spring
I am a condition.
I am a state.
I am a situation.
I am especially an Un-
What are you screaming my name for?
You know I don't feel right.
Don't wanna go out tonight.
So why don't we move on?
While the sun is still young.
My friends they are gone.
I'll meet up with them
When the sun is gone.
These days are too long.
And when the stars sway
I guess I'll see you some other day.
Why are you saying my name wrong?
I thought we were just fine
Turns out it was a big lie.
So why don't I move on?
While we are still young.
Since all my friends are gone.
I'll find some other ones
You make it look so clean
It looks so good
That I wish I could.
But you look so high,
I wanna try it twice.
You look so mean,
I wish we could get clean.
I close my eyes
and now your walking by.
And you look so good
I wish I could.
When he looks at me
realization of a color coded sea.
And I feel so high.
Someday I'll make you mine.
We look so neat,
I wish we could be clean
I love you
because you come in black.
From head to toe,
You always bring me back.
That secrets lie within.
Your flaws reflect my sin.
There's a white
bed beneath my skin.
Primal black eyes
That look within.
These nights always bring back.
To kiss a Knight that comes in black.
Pour over me.
Again, again and again.
Under your skin- Just
Let me in.
The Old witch,
She howls at a moon
that don't shine down.
With silver rings
And magic things
She can't live down.
She sits in her room
"I'm to young to be this old"
One year it was too much.
I got down on my knees,
"Oh lord won't you please,
Make the second year a little more fun?"
I caught you in my bed
So why are my hands red?
What in the world are you running from?
You had a bad day and now you're on the run.
And nobody told you that love wasn't fun.
Suddenly you don't give a fuck.
Here we are again.
A million thoughts rush my head.
Everything is the same,
Just another day.
And you'll never change.
You will always be the same.
Yea, that ride was fun but honey
I've had enough.
Why in the world am I staying for?
You did it again and you did it before.
And nobody told me that love wasn't fun.
Suddenly I don't give fuck.
Suddenly you don't give a fuck.
Suddenly no one gives a fuck.
You roar above me,
You roar beside me.
How loyal are we?
Dance through a starry
Night. Speeding down roads,
You must feel just right.
We ride all night. Wind
Hair, tornado trips,
And wanton dreams, wan-
Ton life, you and I.
Do not give a procrastinator
Time, ever -they will never use it.
"Don't wake up a woman in love. Let her dream, so that she does not weep when she returns to her bitter reality"
— Mark Twain
You sue me for the kinds of things that bug you
Sitting around and drinking the kinds of beer that please you
The world is on fire and it does not phase you
This is so wrong, why do you feel so right
I don't think I love you anymore.
To many beers and tears.
And you're right all the time
And everything is yours.
Do what you want
What a beautiful man you are
In your eyes I once saw the world
But your wrong and I am right.
Use your strong hand to cause my life plight.
Smash the windows baby-doll
If it makes you feel alright.