he told their stories to
the sea and even it
can't help to weep

Everytime I'd think of you
I'd send a memory to the sea
Riding on a paper boat
To somehow bring you back to me

Time and time again
I'd send dozens and dozens more
Till one day I found all my paper boats
Washed up on the shore

While I was sending you paper boats
A storm had settled in
Brewing and stirring the ocean depths
Taking my boats I sent within

My paper boats never reached you
My paper boats came back to me
My memories are now upon the shore
Haunting me endlessly.

HOW ONE MR. TONY PERKINS GOT HIS COMEUPPANCE!

** ** ha ha
Louisiana floods

destroy the home of
Church leader who

says God sends
natural disasters

to punish gay people.

See him escaping
in a canoe

from a deluge of
"almost Biblical proportions."

I love God's
sense of humour

when outing a bigot
and an idiot.

Good for God.

There’s a small square box
I keep keys from locks
From out of my past
Where things didn’t last
They fit a locked door
That I opened before.
Each one there within
Lying dormant in tin
Keeps a life and a love
I’m no longer part of
So as I glance inside my past life's portal
With my mortal soul, I become immortal.
Dj

Hold on to these swiftly wisping hands, the fading fingertips
Don't let them go.

Keep a grip on these crying eyes, this swimming mind
Don't let them sink.

I’ve never been in love

Ben said, if that’s all you have to worry about
then you’re doing pretty **** well

After some consideration
I decided that it’s okay for now
you should know yourself
before someone else
could ever hope to reciprocate
and the biggest lie I can tell myself
is that I have it all figured out
at twenty two

I feel like all I am capable of writing about is love
and cliché lines like
her eyes could stop freight trains
or some nonsense about
how she moves like the phases of the moon
but there is one thing I have realized:
you do not need pretty words for your poetry
to have meaning

All I know for sure
is that I like root beer and whiskey
and the way I know spring is coming
by a scent in the air that I just can’t put my finger on

I know I have a hint of north Baltimore accent
and just because I couldn’t make it at a university
I am not a failure
dorm life isn’t for everyone
and sometimes I would rather drink alone

I’ve never been in love
for now that’s enough

Ink spilled from the needle tip
that slipped under my skin.
I didn't think, I didn't think,
it sinks in every time she cries.
I only suffered pin ****** and laser burns,
to her it stings continually
and sometimes stabs, stabs, stabs-
On those nights I want to take a knife
to the defiled flesh and cut like hell,
dig out the pigment, remove the skin,
but I can't, I can only say I'm sorry.
What worthless words,
stupid, worthless words
that can't do anything to ease her hurt.
She hurts, she hurts,
I'm the worst.