- we are sitting on a bench near an office complex.
2. you are opening and closing my eyes like a valentine’s day card.
3. the cheap, themed paper slips we handed out as children.
4. you are pulling me apart, but i don’t unravel, i rip like fibers.
5. a heart shaped sticker, a seal without the saliva.
6. sometimes when i start to get upset with you i make myself stop thinking and focus on the rise and fall of your chest.
7. i can’t see you.
8. i’m alone in an auditorium and my off-tune singing is bouncing off your walls.
9. you never tell me directly that you’d rather be dead, but the only seatbelt you ever when we ride in the car is me.
10. i am made of the glass to keep glass from shattering and falling into your arms.
11. you are a defibrillator kept in an angry red case.
12. you only cradle me while i am awake and every time i cradle you, you end up asleep.
13. beer and snapple shots, you are singing along with the falsetto of it all.
14. you are my summer. you are my secondhand smoke. you are my sweet citrus skin falling into the sink. you are my sunshine.
15. i am not only.
16. it is not then, it is not now, but it is closer to february. i am a half a heart, hot red sticker faded to 17. winter pink stepped on somewhere in a church parking lot.
neither of us know.
"Thorned coronet or a spine ridden diadem
Columns of my vertebrae you rowed up to the side of them
And slid a braquemard, home plated, in my diaphragm
Brutus to a Julius or Cassius to a caligula
You're shaking when you speak and you act rather ambiguous
Piteous pit falling I'm spitballing
And ballin up all of my shit
With a straw on my lips"
i am not your diadem, i wear that crown
beside no man
and i made you a diagram, warned how i felt
bout lion men
these days i get inside of them
and make their caves abandoned dens
and slay the sly clawed underhands
who tried to eat the wunderkid
you see these eyes? don’t lie to them
i’ll shoot the guy who tries to land
a bullseye in my vibrant lens
you’re crawling back to call me sin
not violent, i'm just not contending
i will not be rendered weapon
when i’m more like armageddon
in the body of a woman
if history was written off the way that you wanted
i’d be a trident in the hands of a tyrant, loveless
and you would be a poor king, so innocently luckless
recklessly denying of each bloody broken promise
so if we’re drawing from the vein of the kings and crowns
let history go ahead and repeat itself now
i’ll be the advisor to the feckless frown
'til the body count draws out a map of the grounds
behind the scenes yeah i can see you now
if you wanna save the city you can go 'head and put that ego down
and no, this isn’t ‘bout the battle or the soldier crowds
it’s ‘bout what’s better for the citizens starving in this town
for the good of the people, i need to knock you down
so i will play your brutus and decimate the capital
ides of march around the bend, you sure love that pedestal
sic semper tyrannis, you declared it yourself
et tu brute? yeah i’m just here to help
I watched a play on Words
And you watched me jump on conclusions
I guess my bushes are worth birds
And your mixing good solutions
You let your eyes cross a road
That led pencils into paper
I get past the fact my frog was towed
To let the fire escape her
Our suits look so similar
I guess we can call it a tie
I could not forgive a helping hand
When your all time low is so high
My factory is dripping with sweaters
And books and have both been red
My eye is ugly from the way it looks
And I've never seen living so dead
Scraggly curl hair bounces in the air
wagging with whisky eyes breezy pleasing the eclectic electric hectic now mind
like finding a papaya inside an oyster
battery powered like a pomegranate passionfruit flower growing and glowing
around my trinity heart with the noise of a sphere's galactic orgasm!
Crystal Citrine Mountains provide water fountains of sunlight
as so tye-dye t-shirt hip-cat hippos smokin' coconut shisha bathe in barrels
Lion snakes spit words of worlds hurling nebulous timeline's spiraling
and crashing and splashing baptism ripples together painting Pollack Splatters
with the aroma of Byrd Jazz Jam on rye-whisky bread.
Fractal Berries served by the Far Out Faerrie Ferryman Skeletan with bejeweled emerald eyes
winks while I read in the reeds panting in pan-flutes while water rabbits scamper
into clay enclaves to bathe in pinecone designed sand-tubs.
The hieroglyphic phoenix twists and skip-scats neon green vinyl
turning the wind inside out to x-ray flames of fireworks.
its been two long years since you were released
but know in my heart i could never blaime you in the least
we were a tourchured family to never find love
but this is what either dreams or hate can be made of
even when i saw your eyes roll back and the blood on the knife with your marijuana pipe so black from the residue packed
you cut till your arms were just red
then smoked enough to leave a teenage stoner in bed
i dont blaime you for either, you were hurt and you needa cope
but was tradeing the love of your fucking son worth that toke
you were my mother, supposed to hold and love me
but i found myself being yelled at thinking im just unlucky
still i guess i could of looked for love from my father
but he was to busy showing love to his two daughters
i was to dumb, couldnt sing a song, to him i ddnt belong
so you ignored my exsistance for many long years till it braught me to tears
but where are we now after i lived a long 18 years
dad look your oldest daughter left and your youngest you only hear hate underneath the tone of her breath
so i guess im all you have left to bail you out this mess you left
so now to watch over these two as if they were as delicate as children, they have only me to watch over them as my mom bleeds and my dad cant breath the weight of debt needs to be repaid i dont know what else but you will regret how you treated me when im gone one day
momma maybye i just want you to stop with the drugs
looking everywhere just trying to find a buzz
till you look at your son amd forgot who he was
tired of goin to bed everynight to never sleep
keeping one eye open in case i have to call n emt
nearly watched you die remember that moment and i still fuckin cry
so i lay with a knife to my throat livin a lie knowing i jus wanna die
so this is my last birthday song remember when i saw love in your eyes now im jus tryin to get by
I keep writing you into manuscripts that I'm never going to publish
as if I could ever find a way to keep you,
immortalize you into something worth loving completely
I am never 100%
anxiety puts me on the edge and depression throws my body off it
so how could I ever find a way to keep you here?
When I can't even write you down as one person
my characters are full of your traits
he has your brown eyes which I never liked until I looked into yours
she has your intelligence, your Gemini know-it-all but still love you trait
there is a piece of you in every person I write,
in every person I see,
I guess that's how I can keep you here
Because you never really leave.
Into the night I softly went
and treaded on sleepers' dreams.
Those quiet hours though were spent
not as quitly as it would seem.
Through the dreamers' eyes I saw
dragons fall and kings mighty rise;
other worlds at which to awe
were sprung to life before my eyes.
I danced among the expanse of stars
of colours only the mind can sight,
and in the waters of Lethe's reservoir
submerged and took delight.
There were mermaids and pirates there,
a chesire cat upon the crescent moon,
castles high up in the air
held aloft with big baloons.
To think that when they awake
these wonders they won't recall.
All they see here they do forsake -
to dreams they leave it all.
But when the hour breathes the dawn
and the dreamers' eyes hold the day,
I find my night still beating on -
with my dreams I choose to stay.
how it is possible to forget someone
someone who never loved you back
because every time i try to
i only remember better
as if remembering is another way of looking into
another way to lay him down
another way to loose myself
The only thing worse than being with you,
is not being with you.
The only thing worse than talking to you,
is not talking to you.
Every time I try and go cold turkey,
I find my hand automatically
I grasp and open my fist,
but nothing is there.
You thawed me out,
a task previously thought impossible.
I can't stop melting.
How dare you give me these feelings,
turn me into this,
when you get to walk around solid
I'm a wreck.
Unrequited love is too pretty a term for whatever this is,
the ugly, confusing mess that has
The one you engendered.
I hope you're happy now.
I hope you can sleep soundly at night,
whilst I toss and turn between images of you.
I hope you can look me in the eye when we speak,
whilst I try hard to find the floor,
the clock on the wall,
as interesting as possible.
most of all,
that one day you'll open your eyes
and finally see me.
I'll be waiting.
Sad thing is, I think you know it.
everyone writes about the reflective surface of his eyes, the way her irises rival oceans and you can feel yourself sink into them.
but what does this say of the brown eyed boys? the black eyed girls? where no emotion is betrayed, where darkness sits and darkness stays? you don't love us, that much is true.