mouthwatering
anxiety disorder
dishes of psychopathy
Bulimia and ADHD sparkle
reach in a hand
take a few
and a few bottles of ritalin and prozac too
you will love it
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
The whole world was you and the christmas lights above my bed
Your face lit so soft and the soft curve of your hips
As they rolled closer to mine
A morning of the freshest air I had ever tasted wrapped in your arms
That night a celebration out in front of your house
An independence day party where we made wishes on sparklers
And ran in the streets
One wish on our minds our whole lives
May our paths cross again
May they cross again my lover
May they cross again my friend
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 6:43 AM UTC
I laid down and closed my eyes.
They open.
Brown blurs of dust and memory sweep past as my mind is slowly centered.
A force pulls and I am walking.
Drifting though corridors of clutter, the scenes are ***** and familiar.
A decrepit house from memories past surrounds me and engulfs me whole.
I turn a corner and see her there.
The swirls of dust somehow do nothing to obscure her certain presence.
It is her.
It is her who I have longed for but could not have.
Drifting lazily but surely, I approach and make conversation.
As the words leave her mouth, suddenly everything is different.
The shadows focus and become definite.
The fog in my mind blots away.
As if a crystal clear presence .
Sweeps away the cobwebs from a dusky corner.
I know what I am.
I am a dream.
A dreaming entity who is merciless and invincible.
Her eyes are clearer than my own imagination could envisage and I know.
She is aware too.
A world of mind at my fingertips, a thrilled flourish runs up my spine and the only thing that occurs to me is.
'Run.'
Come my dearest, we must run.
The dream world is infinite.
But only in size, not in time.
My god I love her.
Grab my hand, we must hurry, must rush, for perhaps if this house grows so too will our essence.
My lungs, as they are only neurons, are free and wild and carry my thoughtful limbs to the reaches of my conscious.
We run and run.
Past the doorways and wallpaper imprinted with illusions and dreams blurring past me, I have never felt happier in my life.
I have the layout of the disorderly house of eclectic architecture.
Imprinted in my mind and I lead her around corners and past dark windows.
Photographic bits of floor and wall find my eyes and I take in every detail of them.
She is behind me and we are laughing and whispering and running.
We have stopped.
I have found a room with no other exits.
One door is slightly ajar but it is a nonthreatening closet with an array of fancy santas nestled within the dust.
I shut the doors.
She is in my arms and we are spinning and laughing and darting about the room much like two gleeful fish in an aquarium.
I fall on an aging and very welcoming couch.
In fits of laughter and take her down with me.
Her arms around my back, there is nothing that needs to exist any longer, not the house, not the memories.
Not the walls not even running.
In this dream it is now, it is here that I only wish to be close to her.
Our faces close the distance.
Our hands roam through the waters of conscious and over each other's skin.
Our.
It is our shared mind and shared dreams.
It is now that our souls are truly connected with each pass of the tongue and each glorified breath.
It is now that the house of memories is being weakened with each passing moment in this new situation.
We are an unstable force.
The dream is crumbling.
The edges of our world are closing in with light and the dust swirls madly.
The harsh physical plane is manifesting.
The cool shadows are melting.
I take in one breath.
And you
are torn apart
from me.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 2:37 AM UTC
tell me when you last felt your heart grow
like it did in front of me
I saw it swell when you spoke
your words would echo like a symphony
twice I paid for bright red yarn
to patch the holes up in my heart
to leave you with a quick goodbye
sometimes the seeds blow away in the wind
sometimes your sewing doesn't stick
sometimes a frost hits the garden
and the air gets very thick
I showed you my home
picture frames and board games
you showed me your home too
light and warmth and life and I knew
I could never leave
I could never leave
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 7:02 PM UTC
Conventional wisdom states
That a heart beating is a heart alive
But some hearts beat solemnly
And drag along solemn shoes with tired feet
Although this heart may pulse it does not know where it's going
The feet not a clue it's objective
And shoes that feel no purpose
Perhaps I am a hopeless optimist
Or if you are a pessimist, I am one too
Well my eyes see no living heart
Just the steady drum
That drives the undead
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
Rows and rows
Brick by brick
Cubicles and doors
Everything is happening
The moon is the same moon
The sun is a shared one
Every story is different
Each room differs
By oceans
Vast interconnectedness
The walls keep us together
Appearing to keep us apart
Feelings shared
Never at the same time
Or at the same thing
Turning turning
Spinning sputtering
Smoothly now
We eternally go
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 3:49 AM UTC
I was born
To the rhythm
Of the hot July sun
Beating down on the Earth
And you must know
That I love her so
With her swimming pools
And all
But taking my soul
And holding it dear
Can only be done
By Her Majesty herself
The ever-magnificent
Queen December
Gliding in on a
Berry-red sled
And feathery gusts
Of excuses to cuddle
And the twinkling lights
Pour brightness into the eyes
Of all who admire
December, darling
Be good to me
Wrap me in the warmth
That only white landscapes,
Silent icicles,
And hot coco
Can bring
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 11:58 PM UTC
Mock what I am made of
I have deserved it
And now you are delivering
What only is right
Slicing at what I have built
Out of the slices of others
I had a high rein
But what goes up must
Be rebelled against
And must fall
And I fell hard
The never-ending branches
Of complicated things
People connected to me
Like lace fit for Satan's bride
Vain relationships
Flimsy fake friendships
I had so much pride in them
Even I wonder why
Why I had so much pride
I have nothing to be proud of
And I never have
But I know now
And I deserve it
My rein is over
Goodbye my timid subjects
I cry for the pain I caused you
But my eyes are dry
For the blows I receive
As my punishment
As I fall
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
Some say I'm too emotionally invested, love
Some say it's all gonna fall apart now
I know it will, yes I know
But I can't bear it, no I won't bear it
Losing you to time, darkness creeping in
Now we are happy oh yes so happy yes
Just look at us laughing look now
I know deep somewhere though, stop telling me
Tell me more jokes now, love
The dark isn't there, just disregard it please
Us two will be split soon
But it's better to ignore the inevitable
To save the pain
For later
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 11:50 PM UTC
The dark isn't all so bad
It will free you
In lightness there lies
Wretched daggers of light
Stabbing your eyes
If only light itself were porous
Soaked with the blood of our kin,
It would be
And dripping with desire
Which glints like diamond's fire
But touch it and it will burn
Burn you like the embers wrought
Across Poe's own chamber floor
And pushed into a darkness
Light
A darkness unlike the darkness here
The sheltering, nurturing cool swirls
Of navy beauty
Rest assured here,
that nothing can harm you
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 4:13 PM UTC