We spoke of many things
While Adventure Time blared in the background
And my heart throbbed
And my head filled with fear
If only I lived a little more with my heart
And a little less with my head
I might know that she’s mine, for sure
She’s not anyone’s girl. She won’t ever be, probably.
That’s why I like her.
Wild as wheat in an abandoned field under beating sun
And her hair was soft as a cushion
And I used her stomach as such.
I can’t help myself.
That’s a lie. I can, slightly, but I don’t want to.
I don’t know if you’re sleeping or leaving or nodding (that’s unlikely - is it?)
You’re probably not gone
I’m probably just freaking out
At least I have art as a consolation
Even your sweat smells good
Who I don’t know and I know too well already
I want to grab you and fuck you until we’re one
And have lost you to the world by spring.
careful wanderers into wild wanton beasts
kindergartners follow them right off the ledge
clutching lunch pails & daddy’s ideas
about class warfare
prices of coal, oil, other things doomed for obsolescence
& how not to love
just lie there without saying anything at all
& watch it all crumble back into squalling baby dinosaurs
it’s midnight & I’m with you
you’re learning about economics
hyperbole & statistics
the way my freckles move depending on my frown
& how not to trust
never bet on anything that talks
push your pencil close & mark me
my psychoses already knows what owns me
watch the pupils turn in the eyelids
hear me name the other thing that torments
move closer & pretend I called for you
cover my mouth with those utilitarian hands
remind me who I’m whipped by
take the throat
remind me who I stay by
& who I’m slain by
grab the blunt end & point the sharp one here
wipe the crust from your eyes
wake up! wake up!
God needs you.
Shall I keep the friendship we shared?
Shall I continue to honor it by remembering what we did?
Shall I remember the first time you spoke to me
and all the fun things we did thereafter?
For some reason, you just stood a little further from me
Bit by bit,
and now, you're too far away. When I reach out my hand
You can't grab it. If this was a sinking ship,
I can't save you.
You can't save me either.
Shall I forget what used to be you and what used to be me?
Right now, you've found a newer land, a greener grass,
but you wouldn't let me step on it,
you just bid me goodbye slowly but you're being so cold.
You wouldn't tell me directly if you're simply pushing me away;
you're like a block of ice I'd slide down a hill and let it break into many pieces.
Stop being so cold, at least, but if that's what you want to be:
icy, distant and unfamiliar,
I wondered where the old you had disappeared.
I bid goodbye to her forever.
A new day will come and I will shed my old skin and
all my memories formed with it.
What you doin girl? I sez
Fuckin suckin run amuckin
never actually rebellin
Bashin yer head INTA brick walls
Tryin ta grab errybody boy by da balls!
Cuttin yer wrists with razor blades!
Yer full insane!
YE KNOW IM JES TRYIN TA FIT IN WITH ME PEERS
LIKE YA TAUGHT ME TO
JEST LIKE YOU DO!
I put down my newspaper
Wars drone airplanes bombers
Bankers pedophile rings and corrupt
Politicians bankers businessmen
All the real things
And I thought
All of us
I like nude photographs. The beautiful ones. Black and white bodies silhouetted, frozen in time. Long legs with pointed toes dance across my brown eyes, leaving me wanting more. Arms reach, and stretch to grab my baby cheeks. I see her collar bones and I feel so peaceful. I've never seen something so beautiful. So graceful and fluid. Just like roaring waves of an ocean, her hips curve into her legs and follow through. Her photo haunts me. But it makes me feel alive. I appreciate her body, and how god made her so lovely. So fair. I love her.
Everyone is looking for The Secret.
A formula to life,
an eternal elixor.
The secrets are hidden deep
within our spirit.
Learn from nightmares.
Talk to dreams.
Write in such a way,
that thoughts pour from your fingertips.
With an eagerness to be read.
Be the person you want to be.
It's that simple.
Discover a romance.
A romance to challenge even
the most tragic of love stories.
A romance with yourself.
Embark on a journey of peace,
during a generation of hopelessness.
Inspire those around you.
Surround yourself with artists and musicians,
intellects and authors,
teachers and adventurers.
Children with a shouting to the Nations.
Grow, learn, mold, teach.
At a time when there is
a disturbance in the galaxies.
A planet in high alert.
Violence. Demons. Hate.
Reach forth and grab a hold of friendships.
Others will see a light.
A florescent adolescence.
The secret should never be,
in fact, a secret.
Let it be a telling.
meet me at the ocean
where the water caresses the sand
and the horizon melts into the sky
chase me to the edge of the sea
grab me hard
the cold, navy water promises things you cannot
Have you ever
Stretched a rubber band?
Just grab both ends
The tension builds
The rubber gets
The tension gets
The pain that comes
That brings tears
To your eyes
But just within
A short moment
your words are delectably dark
the most intriguing sentences form in my ears
i can barely take them all in
you have me hooked and i sense my soul being
dragged under your blankets
but i can't feel a thing
i grab your face and search it for something i cannot find
where has it gone?
i sink back now
you aren't who i fell for
You don't know how long i've struggled
crying each and every night
but today's the day I redeem myself
as I sit here writing in this light
I write the last chapters of my life
and place it on this shelf
then I go to grab this kitchen knife
waiting to take my place in hell
but now it's time to wonder, who really knew me well?
So by the time you dress up in black,
my story has been found
but don't you weep young one
cause even the mighty have fell.