Green light.
Driving [five] miles
over the limit and if
accelerating gets me there
faster it's worth risking the ticket.
Holding on to time tight
as we race by each light
on our way to routinely
ending our perfect night
and if what we're doing is
wrong then I don't want
to be right.
Bright light shines yellow.
Speed right past it. Moving so fast
I'm stuck wondering where my past went.
She's removed it from my memory
and the present is what matters. I made some stupid comment
but am repaid by hearing her laughter.
Coincidence isn't what happened and I'm not sure if I believe in destiny
but the girl I've dreamed of is sitting right next to me.
Looking into the horizon my mind comes up with an idea as
I begin to press on the brakes.
The car comes to a stop
and before I look in her direction I realize the
stars look beautiful tonight.
With my only motive being
stealing kisses at a red light.
We're one half of a pair of jigsaw puzzle
and like many puzzles, we will meet
the wrong other half
before we find one that is made
to fit with us
but what if along the way,
in the process of finding our other half
we have deformed ourselves
in order to try and fit with the ones
that are just not meant for us?
Does it mean our original shape will no longer
be for the one we're destined for?
And we missed the chance of our
fated happily forever and after?
Or are we meant to be damaged?
So we can fit with another shape
that is also damaged,
but the type of damage that is supposed
to go along with you?
Drowning in my fantasies escaping what is wrong
You sucked out my last breath of joy left me with remorse
Just one thought of you and i grow cold
Just give me a rest, we all have flaws.
OH! We don't have that love from our past, how could this be real!
The dark side won't set you free it's been always your friend
I can't be sentiment for you, the way you changed me, i can't heal.
From now i'll survive on my own, going into oblivion.
I dream of a world so perfect, unflawed
Fairytales and fantasies, wishes and pure hearts
But we're living the ultimate fraud
Fairytales are a fake, Hallucination of arts.
I want to give up, surrender my white flag
Looking at pictures, just feels so sad
Lighting a cigarette, taking my last drag
The thought of destruction, now doesn't seem so bad.
I dont feel your words
Not like a slap, or a sting
Not unless its fucking me
In the brain
Reminding me what you lost
When you were scared
I tried to explain
That I care, that I cared
Only now I regret it
I wish to take it back
I miss the smell of your skin
The taste of your lips
But not your slap
Or the harsh grab of my wrist
Your hands in my face
Lips in the wrong place
I miss the way your skin smells
Like adrenaline and old Hollister cologne
But not the sweat of exasperation
From giving me elaborate explanation
"I didn't mean to hit you so hard.."
But I haven't been here to care
"Did I give you that scar?"
Back then you didn't care
"Who the fuck have you told?"
They haven't been here to care
"I'll still love you when you're old."
We both know you won't be here to care.
Well, I like preposterous and cirrocumulus,
curmudgeonly and humungous,
audacious and bodacious, scripturient,
irradiance, iridescence and magnificence,
flamboyant, fandango and flibbertigibbet,
(but this is difficult to say when you’re drunk),
voluptuous and vertiginous,
sumptuous, salacious, slithery, sexy and glistening,
crepuscular, strumpet and strawberry.
And I may as well include whipped cream
here as well, because this can be laid on in dollops,
and dollops is really an excellent word.
I also like anthimeria to mix up grammar
and make things all the merrier.
Drooling is highly evocative, too,
and I don't need to be provocative to observe
that even weapons can drool
when they're in the wrong hands.
However, I'm really very flexible about words,
because in my lexicon, low moaning noises are OK, too.
These sounds are part of the chord of creation
and reverberation from the time of
primordial ooze, which would be great between my toes.
Then there's protozoa, spermatozoa and also
wriggling flagella everywhere. So there.
And fecund is my second favorite word after love.
I also like ejaculation, and
I think we should celebrate salivate,
along with onomatopoeia that helps choose some words here.
And really, orgasm is good too,
particularly if you try to defer and prolong this.
Words I don’t like include don’t, can’t, never,
stop and mustn’t. Also, irascible, indescribable,
unmentionable and ineffable, incoherent,
impotent, incontinence, leaking colostomy bags,
importune and misfortune,
gawping, cavernous and cretinous,
circumambulatory, circuitous, and pursed lips.
These words should get the heave-ho.
And I definitely don't like parsimonious and mendicant,
which are miserable words.
Shut the fuck up and piss off should be taboo, too.
But the word I really dislike is cunt,
because this is an insulting word, and
to be taxonomical,
the negative score of this word would be astronomical.
Hate is also right up there on this list. Hate is abominable
because it tries to destroy love,
and love is indomitable.
Indomitable
is the
mightiest
word
of them all.
Mike T Minehan
Losing control
sucking in sin
in amber shot glasses, beer glasses,
goblets red like blood and twinkling in the fire
I try not to mind it
I love him and he just turned twenty one
the age of no more
I try, I promise I do
But I watch a woman drink herself to death
Every
Single
Night
And it occurs to me that I cannot see
the difference
between out of control and completely sober
It has gotten to the point where I see horrible fires at beer commercials, lighting them all up, eating away their sin in explosive technicolor
And I want to hurt the woman in the Spirits Store
even if she has done nothing wrong
but sell my mother the evil
No, it's not actually evil,
but still, I want to choke the life out of her body and keep squeezing
until I feel vertebrae pop
red grapes in my hands
will you partake of that wine?
The pleasure is still there, a kick of adrenaline.
Will you partake?
My sin, though worse than yours, is still sin
Waste not, my friends
suck it in like rats
and I will fall upon you like an avenging angel, reaping
But then I realize
that's crazy.
That's unreasonable.
I should just go to bed.
I am twenty years old
I have never been in love
I have had my fair attractions
As for true love I have not
I imagine her though
Beautiful too me
I'm not quite sure her name though
Nor have I ever seen her before yet she welcomes me in my dreams
I think if I were to be in love
I'd like to be at the start
The start of something new
Something so pure
As pure as the bright blue sky
With the sun shining bright
Yeah I think that's love
Waking up next to her and seeing something like the sun
Don't get me wrong there are cloudy days
There will be raging storms
I guess in the end I'd like to be at the start
The start of a sunny day
I guess I'd like to be in love
Some people like to
rip the flesh off and sink their teeth into
a beautifully golden apple.
Some people like to
destroy and obliterate every minute trace of
racism and discrimination.
Some people like to
scheme and plot in an effort to
save the planet.
Some people like to
crush the dreams of those who
would destroy everything society has worked for.
Some people like to
drag their heels and remain stubborn no matter what because
they know that this is not what you really want.
Some people like to
shove and push past everyone else because they want to
be with the one they love more than anything.
Some people like to do things you or I,
may find strange or wrong.
But they are not.
They are just being
themselves.
Don't tell me that something that feels so right isn't whats right for me
Don't tell me that I'm waiting again for a someday...maybe
Don't try to make me believe that we don't belong
Don't try to make me feel like its all completely wrong
Who the fuck are you to try to fill me with doubt
Who the fuck are you to tell me to turn a deaf ear as my heart shouts
You just might be right and all thats left here is yet to be cried tears
You just might be wrong and we will live happily for the rest of ours years
I hear voices..Telling me to do wrong,
Take a life and make it last long,
A serial murders life is what I'm living,
Insane I never said I liked living,
Death on my breath every step I take may be your last,
Beware of a person who will kill your ass!!
I'm foul make you release your bowels,
Gun smoke is my favorite smell,
Yellow tape a body and a police report,
No remorse you will never see me in court,
Case closed, call it an unsolved mystery,
In my own way I'm leaving my mark on history,
11 o clock where are the children?
If I find them I'm sure to be killing them,
wrapping them up, marking their grave,
A finger or a news clip is all I save,
My beginning is your end my intent is to weed out humanity
If I get caught I'll plead reason of insanity.....
