I hope you find this
easy enough
to understand
and toughen up,
I love you
and will,
doesn't matter,
I will still
if you don't
pay the rent
and you don't
continue spent
of happiness
and reason in life,
although I take
a similar strife
and deal with it.
I'll love you still,
I promise I will,
so it's my time to flee,
I'm going to be free
of twisted words
and theories unheard,
the democracy
with a dictator king
in a vacuum bag
of kidnapped wings,
I'm going, I'm leaving
for the sake of our dreams,
and for the sake of yours,
I hope you've a queen.
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 10:03 AM UTC
I see your eyes,
a flash fire flies
behind my own,
within my bones.
If you've ever thought
of love at first sight,
you've burst into flame
without making light.
Beaming with soul,
in no grasp of control,
and receiving love too,
not stopping at truth.
So, the radio spin
will stretch and wear thin,
as your voice is the sound
to fill static space,
and spill on places forgotten;
the most beautiful home
I'd ever known;
a moment of years
of living this life
in the eyes of the man
who would make me his wife.
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 8:48 PM UTC
I knew a rogue gardener
who had a peculiar mind
and walked as if
he had never seen a kind
of flowers, fully bloomed,
for the sunshine consumed
was enough to be happy
for the world.
Roots soaked in acid rain
pump sweet life on through veins
faster than the gardener's car,
which couldn't get him very far
from brilliant potent petal potions
bursting plant like a star.
I was a super nova spinning 'round
when a garden knife cut off the sound.
Sitting in vases
in a pool of life
drinking from a filter
and watching you white
your head, shoes, and coat
although you're quite the antidote.
Digging through my secret grave
to **** the roots and fight free slaves,
quiet, growing 'neath the earth
and recognize what life is worth,
is a duty but few will come to do;
flee the blind or pay the due.
The only difference
lies in soil stains
because for flowers and master,
flowers drink rain, eat sun rays,
and bloom again,
despite the soil on their roots
and sharp edge tools lined in soots
held by seeding hands
and a heart run with moot
points a direction
and plants a firm foot.
Today I ran the other way
and it turned out to be the best day
I've had in my life.
It may not be right,
but I know I'm not wrong,
so I'm leaving tonight,
tuning out the noise,
seeing the sights.
Good bye for
as long as it takes.
Good bye
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 4:53 PM UTC
At least in the end
when I look back as a friend
I can see all that I did
and how you won't do ****
but karma exists
so the smiles I resist
aren't premature
Hopefully you'll learn.
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC
The truth
and our souls,
for the love,
once and for all,
for our lives.
For the vanishing walls,
and telescope eyes,
inhaling peace,
exhaling sweet sighs.
no matter each skin
no matter what high
no matter your burn
no matter how dry
We are ourselves,
and we have agreed,
of the love we each hold
and grow to give,
you can take as you please.
no matter the time
for the time I would cry
no matter the rhyme
we preach and reply
no matter the thought
dancing rings 'round your head
no matter the people
speaking rhymed riddles,
they've vision gone red
Never say never,
because you are who you are
and we'll love you forever.
This heart is your heart.
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 12:09 AM UTC
I thought you were going to help me
I thought it would be alright
I thought I would be happy again
But my thoughts always fight
I thought you were the answer
to each question I asked
I thought you were a solution
to everything all messed
But I didn't think
not for one second
you would turn on me
and **** me in the ***
Now I can't stop thinking
and my thoughts are all undressed
Now my thoughts are all running
and I can't run from them at last
It isn't fair,
it's not right,
but in the end,
you can't change what you fight.
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 11:50 PM UTC
I'm the ribbon floating on your breeze,
a ballet slipper spinning on your floor;
I'm the tobacco burning by your fire,
and the smoke slipping 'neath your door,
I'm going to dream with you
because we are tangled,
I'll want to scream with you
when your thoughts are mangled.
We are heavenly,
we are heavenly,
I'm an angel in your universe
of dreaming deities.
I'm in a room of dark
standing by your glow,
I'm in a place of light
laughing at the show,
you'll be standing at my side,
because you need my voice,
I'll be standing here
because I've had no choice.
We are heavenly,
we're in heaven, see?
I'm in your fire lane
burning as you please.
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 10:54 AM UTC
Violet smoke is in my eyes. I'm spinning, spinning in two.
Ringing screams are in my sides. I'm crying, not crying for you.
Fluttering lids when I want to sleep,
shuttering words when I want to speak,
and I know, deep inside,
not so deep,
that I want to hide.
Strings in my head pull my skin.
More uneasy to hide what's within.
It hurts to hold on, it hurts to let go,
it hurts my soul because I know
it's me.
Only me.
From beginning to end,
I'll be my best friend.
It's me. Just me.
To the demons I will tend, until the end.
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 9:48 PM UTC
A yank around the branch for an unripe banana tree
makes for peels at the tears; an aggrandized detainee.
In three proper pieces, breathing spiff in the fog,
split flat on the soil, in an envelope of slog,
it doesn't really matter because
nobody knows but you.
It only really matters when
the answer is ubiquitous.
A pupil to imbue
labradoritic hues
will disagree to acquiesce
and suffuse bleeding happiness.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC
Sorry to disturb your peace,
though we know,
peace comes and goes.
When your room brightens white
and you notice,
it is near or there,
lingering.
When your bubbles speak in roses
and pink lotus,
you've got flowers to spare.
Thank you for disrupting the rest,
well, we know
peace is all we have left.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 10:54 AM UTC