Why do your words feel like slaps on my wrists, hands and fingertips.

Sun drops and ciggerate kisses,
Hot pavement buildings,
Side walk cracks,
Flower stems,
Fish kisses,
Fall for me

The key to good writing is knowing the very last word to the story before you even know the first. That’s when you play god, that’s when you rule the world.

Growing hurts, but we only focus on the hurt, & not the growing.

If I look down, they'll be a thumb print. Branded on my hips, from all the nights you held me. Melded together, perfect minerals

I know I fell in love with you for a reason,
I found the forest In your eyes,
The angle of the bones in your body,
Aligning with mine,
Skin that you live in i call home,
You let me love myself,
There's no one like you.

3 minutes to sit down, the rest of your life to walk around. Down town is my favorite, artist never look in your eyes. They're scared, one day they might just see. Your eyes.

He erased his love for me,
Swept it up so,
I wouldn’t linger,
Long,
Longing for his embrace,
Only lies left,
Heart unbalanced,
Heart beating,
Barely,
Breathing,
Stop.

I'm not one to drink much, but I could hold a beer or two. Three perhaps, possibly four. But I'd much rather, sit under the bar stool, counting all the feet that propel inside the door. Hands stuck in sticky ale, a spilled brew. Wait for my face to grow into my mind. Finally match. It's all about perspective.

Please highlight pertinent information as it applies to "Ideas of the Age" and "Literature of the Times".

Snot nosed pilgrimage, from the left to the outside of the bank. Spending New Years alone. Thanks

No one has an excuse to be mean,
Your mood swings unbearable,
Laughing & carrying on,
Accidentally choking on a life saver,
Ironic,
Fury fills your face,
From the bottom up,
You exchange, blow after, blow after, blow,
Fist connecting with skin,
For the first time,
I don't know you brother,
Like father like son, good thing I'm a girl.
Tears well up faster than a river full of water,
Headed up hill,
Facing the son,

Cry until your head aches worse than your freaking heart aches, that's my mantra.

The sky cracked open,
And a voice screamed God I can't do this,
I hate you,
YOU BREED THESE MONSTERS YOU LET THEM LIVE WHILE THESE CHILDREN ARE DYING THE WORDS WITHOUT SUFFERING THERE IS NO COMPASSION RING THROUGH MY HEAD THEY NO LONGER HOLD ANY MEANING TO ME IM JUST A ROBOT A SLAVE TO MY OWN NOT UNDERSTANDING A FATHER DOESNT SIT IDLE WHILE HOS CHILDREN ARE MAIMED GOD WHERE ARE YOU I CANT SEE YOU ANYMORE YOUR LOVE USE TO BE LIKE A WAVE NOW IM STUCK HERE ON THE SHORE DRY SAND BETWEEN MY TOES THEY SAY THE TIDE WILL NEVER REACH ME BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SWIM I SAY ILL ATTRACT THE SHARKS WITH ALL THESE WOUNDS IM HOLDING IN

Saw my feet off, hang them out to dry. Maybe lll be able to feel something, if I don't bleed out & die

He brought out all my scars, with backhands and ill tempered beers.

Momma stay sane.

I took a bath in alchohol, to clean the wounds no one could see, all the sins washed away.
I let my hair down, and took a walk in the wind bare.

I picture you as Mars, habitable, alive and thousands of miles away. I'd float around your atmosphere without a mask, sharing air once more. No tubes or crators trapped in your skin. No land rovers or machines for your body to be plugged in. You ethereal being, my heaven, world, and planet. Mother Earth number two, unreachable but seeable. One small step for mankind, one giant leap into the after life. I miss you.

Gnosticism guacharos, live disorderly, in the thick of the juncture. Junkyards plethoric, plagiarized with pandemonium, adapting to the actuality that were all inanimate commodities in well built bodies. Garage permeated minds...you cannot preserve a disposition. Then I shall have the upper hand my friend. Cracks in the side walk lead me home...

I watched an astronaut,
Sit on a park bench,
And fish for the universe.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful.

Captures hearts, with words from your lungs. Gasping captivating waves, as the tides come in and out. I look out to shore but don't see my....captain.

The way you say names, like each of them belong in your mouth. Falling from your lips. Sanctify these bitter solutions.

For the love of God,
Just love Him.

Breezes wave like cold girls.
Where is the stormy shark?
Hell, courage!
Why does the sailor endure?

There's fire in your eyes, like my favorite lighter. I'll keep you in my back pocket even though I don't smoke anymore

Your thighs or a drum set for Christmas. I’d devour easily with two extra packets of sauce. Save the planet and lick the plate displayed haphazardly across my lap.

I remember when my brother & I would play pretend therapist on the docks in summer time. He would scream, they're just lines on a board I don't see anything.
It's funny because now you're twenty, & I'm picking you up from therapy. You grumbled as we drove home, "that chair isn't comfortable like it use to be" I slammed on the breaks, and realized they're just lines on a board, I don't see anything.

When a little sadness creeps in, seeps in all the nooks and crannies of my life I don’t have enough buckets to bail myself out of this sinking ship.

Boys with lengthy hair, trembling voices &, sparrow tattoos.

Were all just dancing bears, kissing daiseys. Pretending that were okay.

I sneezed my backbone out,
It's okay you didn't have much of a spine anyway.

What's the conection & suspension;
Between words.
***** you, could desperatly mean something,
Other than what the blinds say,
So close them & I'll show you,
The wrong path all men take,
Towards a girl beautiful & broken,
Wide eyed & open,
Innocence has fled,
Conection & suspension

Today a guy,
Tall an lankey,
Said,
You're out on a limb dear,
And you've handed everyone a saw,
I laughed, but he saw the tears

These hills play better music than the radio could ever dream of.

It's 64 in cross roads, real feel 68.

Swinging on a swing set, surrounded by old bullies, swing a little higher. Oops that was ****.

I smile & lick my lips, you're already mine

It's one of those corner handed walls,
Cracked tiles and half smiles,
Holy Spirit,
Present,
I like the way the lights light up the ceiling,
Nothing else,
Your voice calms me,
I've got a lot of people,
Playing hang man,
Trying to fill a void,
Where God should be.

It's 1:00am,
Thoughts are catching up,
This is when all hell breaks lose,
My heart begins to beat faster,
The tears flow freely,
I press my hand to my mouth to muffle the shouts of my anger towards a world so cold and distant,
It stifles to a sniffel,
I close my eyes for a moment,
Wave after wave of exhaustion hit me,
But I toss and turn like the sea,
Too many voices, too many scenarios,
I love the King and the King loves me,
I still feel so empty,
Maybe a few more episodes will fill the wholes of all the times you forgot to say you loved me,
Mom and dad, more like suicide and death,
I love the King, and the King loves me,
It's almost six,
Time to mentally tear myself apart,
Sigh

I don't have to look at the clock to know what time it is, my body decomposing after the last ring on the last hour of the day. All my composure & magic dispersing in the garden. I wrap the blanket around the rags to stop the bleeding, seeping out from my pores. I've held out my hand so many times, to be bitten & framed for so many crimes. I've never commited, but yet I'm still commited to you. I've got no fancy slippers, or ballroom dancing shoes, just ten toes painted red.

The instrumental to Secrets, done by the Dallas String Quarlet makes me turn off the world

I don't want to get out of bed today,
Even though I'm already out of bed,
You don't understand,

Sun so bright, eyes watering only because of the fact that the sun is shining, running down the field full speed, letting your black blazer fly off,
Your muddied blouse forgotten, hair whipping,
But all your doing is smiling, cheering on your flying kite, a rainbow against the sky, it's more hot than windy, the sun beating down on your back, nothing matters, for those few short seconds, it reaches up toward the sky, forgetting the fear at home, I started building a castle in the clouds, it's beautiful I screamed, over the shouts, walking home your head hangs low,
Slowly having to bad memories put back, your rooms a reck, not good enough she screams, the tears start to fall, I wanted to live for the fun of the day, not work, work, work.

He only knew her by the broken glass in her hands.  They ate of the plain bread. Drank of the new wine. Yet still felt empty. Thirsty with an over flowing cup. We find ourself at the dinner table ample opportunity. Not blinking as they're realizing they're missing a guest. Eyes over the toilet bowl, bending over it's depths. Nothing can drown out the sound of a holy communism. Blade meets flesh, young girl at best. Her true colors vibrant in her lubrucated eyes. God where are you. But everywhere. Tunnels flocked with paper cats, no stones here.

I am so depressed, there is no other poetic way to be beautifully honest about the crumbling ruins of your insides

Cancers got her ***, they said

I watch Gods creation,
Be torn apart with scalpels,
They call it evolution,
I call it get the hell away from me.

You make me smile, that's all that matters.