The paint on the walls have started to melt
dragging all the the colors I painted in my own mind down.
Drooping like my body in this heat.
The weatherman informs me of no change anytime soon.
As the summer creeps up from behind
and kisses my winter body.
Leaving me in a shock of goosebumps.
This feels so un natural
in the heat you made me feel.

My heart jumped at the sound of your voice
and flew at the hope of your sight.
Now it falls like an anchor entering the sea
hitting harder than the sand ever felt.
Everything jumped down
hoping to catch it.

We danced to many serenades
in the colorful ballroom of day dreams.
The queen of the night, you are.

Now the old wallpaper screeches
with high pitched misguides.
I had no intention of them revealing themselves so soon.

Based on a thought
will be the death of me.

Take my hand and come with me.
My sun could light your storm
and your storm would cool my sun.

The wind's attention seeking tonight, borderline on needy. Who am I to deny, when I never listen. It's a good day for a new lesson. Although it must be odd to see me sitting in this field. On my solitary hill. The grass whipping like dozens of cat tails across my arms and face like Lola use to always do when it was touch she had to chase. Electric shivers sparkle up my spine, tingling in a dance that is divine. The cat tails hit my nose and the tickle is too much. I shake my head and have a rampant itch. Memories I had forgot about the little ones I miss. I lay down and engulf myself within this world. Aliens come to greet me, little green men with antenna and spiking legs. Feeling such a thrill that they came over to say hi. I am just a stranger but on my chest they lie. Although this place held wonder as the sun warmed my aching heart. I knew I must leave soon. To the place that it all starts. Goodbye strange world where I felt as one. Where my company was greeted. Where I am loved despite not even speaking the language.

every girl just looks so damn good
I try not to be a lion on the prowl
bite my lips & take the drag of a cigarette
I need to help restrain myself, to
breath in the fresh air and constrain
myself; don't pounce girl, you've got this.
but he's still the name I call to while dreaming
the hands I want on me
the lips I need to be kissed by
& the air I dare to breathe.
He is the man who moves me
try to understand, he's the magic man
shifts me inside in ways
no wife I covet can.
He's the one I'm nervous to lie with
scared I'll lose myself in the thought of him
that's all it is, really: the illusion,
the daydreams of a girl who lives
more in her head than in the world
distant sometimes hazy others
& totally unreachable occasionally.
I wish I could have him
under my skin
but I'm not ready
to deal with the consequences
of being his girl.
I'd love to
live beside his shadow
the relief that washes over me
when he says my name
erodes the disorder
lifts my eyes from my feet
makes my heart
swell & my body melt.
it's the kind of contentment
that I know will destroy me
in the withdrawl.
it's the kind of baby young love
that encapsulates the happy victims
imprisons you in the sugar & honeycomb sweet wonderland
that turns sour when you relax in the beauty
& forget that lambs
are often lions, too.

I just let you drive by.

My heart still cries
Everytime
I don't try
To plead my case.

Warmth in human form, she wore an electrifying charm,
when she passed him from behind even without a glance,
his heart felt a yearning forgotten for a long time.
Prithee, mercy on me, his heart cried in the voice of an abandoned child,
didn't feel below his dignity to plead the ray of  light to kiss his brows.
Then she gently turned back and smiled, grace transmitting her fragrance,
both were blessed by that moment, the caress of angel's wings.
One look of the girl evoked,  a caring feminine lushness: mother, sister or lover,
her evanescence in him brought a pleasantness that  lasted for ever.

What a useless pit my stomach is and meaningless behavior to spoon feed these tired bones to chew, to taste, to swallow. I will take it in when the chest's un-clenched and I'm not moments from tasting bile again. Such a perfect soul, she could feed my will. Should I just choose to sit and stare, Or if a fit of courage broke, to ask her if her days been fair.
I am just a common spook. The locals ignore the spirit walking. He is just a harmless ghost. Don't pay attention to his haunting. He's a partial dead, a nearly headless Nick. Waiting for his final blow and a moment for his peace to show. He doesn't shake the entire time, in fact I often see him crying. Sobbing gently out of reach in the rafters where he's flying. One time I saw him on the roof, as if planning his suicidal jump. I felt I had to let him know, he had no heart that pumps. He closed his eyes and stepped away, hanging in the air. Scaring all the shoppers away in violent cries, while we just stood and stared. Only one old gentleman, with gentle eyes and a baritone with soul. Who seemed to try and calm the little guy with the comfort of the old. After that an ambitious youth said, "for a price I can chase the demon down." Curious what he would try I paid the boy to try to get him down. He tied a dream catcher to a rope and gave it one big swing, caught the fellow by the kneck then drove him through the streets. I still don't know if he let him go or if he the ghost broke free. That is why the soul you see, looks like mangled meat.

i am starting to get bad again
my heart ceasing to an empty end
yet my mind's overloading
satisfied with drugs, pain, and dying
uncontrollable shakes
forced harming to wake
no signs of courage
restless and wornout image
my heart stops beating
and my head starts pounding
i am starting to get bad again
and i am craving for my dead end.

-djs