Take care of me
Coddle me
Tell me I'm yours
If I told you "I'm broken"
I'd be fishing for compliments
On empty shores

and the breath upon your neck will be ever so hot
and I will be the life you never knew
swirling around
dancing like fire
dancing like the tongue behind your mouth
every single fiber of your being will want me
every single centimeter of my skin will want you
and as fire melts the Earth
we will become almost living
magma
eating its way through everything
and everyone
slow and beautiful
breathing and breathing
breathing and beating
squeezing and squeezing
until we explode

The acid in my stomach starts to boil Hot blood in my vains curdles to a coil something hits my nose like sour milk; A three year spoil

You are a friend never trustworthy
A friend never loyal

Only the things we do not notice
are the ones that are the most real..*
Teach me how to love
and teach me how to feel
Why is it all your songs sound so sad?
You're the man in the moon who teaches me bad
in a cool colored waterscape...filled with purples and blues...
You will pull the tides back and forth forever.

Gonna be a conman,
Selling ******* to the masses,
Handing out bibles and rose colored glasses.
Life's just an ironic joke.
We're all just pawns in a stalemate game,
the place where everyone showed up ,but, no one really came.
Crooks learn to cook,
Mold grows behind refrigerator doors.
Those people on the street are zombies and, ******.
White, red, and little blue lies.
Parasites that feed,
And what do they really need ?
Fill up your cup  halfway with water,
But just so you know there's a hole in the bottom...

Every single person on the planet could drop
dead this second.
Life would still go on.

There is a group of people
They sit in a grey room with no windows and
Try to piece together their grey puzzles

It is silent.

sometimes they
take pieces from each other
only to find they do not fit and are more confused than they were before

Stuck on pride

There has been only one puzzle the whole time

It is true we are our own worst enemy
But
Can you even find where that piece hides?

I notice
feet first
soul second
as they dance around
circles of sounds
one being
one spirit
  
     suddenly I am ashamed

lack of concentration
ignorance of life
things done
things said

things forgiven

Death
Is a backdoor man
Comming in as sneakily
As he can
To steal your wife away

Although you may be livid
His ecstasy and euphoria is
Unmatched
And is making her happier
Than you ever could

Some would hate him to come around and lift them off their feet
Other wives await his arrival with excitement
Sometimes even to the point
They come knocking on his door
A few stay loyal and cheat him his chance

Eventually he comes and claims what is his
With a dominance no other man could bare
And when he takes them with this power
Pleasure is eternally theirs

Walk down the road of the starving artist
No friends
And drugs are harmless
We eat rats
We are rats
Lurking and observing
Everyone and everything

They watch the moon
Pitch
Ravens in the night
singing to death
soft sweet mournful songs
Blood and guts
wash down the streets
in sloppy waves of crimson red
Three little ravens singing
*"Every little thing is going to be all right."

So I'll write you a poem about what you ate
I can't promise it'll be long
Or promise it will be great
You love your body
And you put into it lentils, rice, tomatoes, corn, and beans
Tonight you'll be feeling it
Whatever that means

Come full circle
Turn back time
Everyone knows everything dies
But is it the end or the beginning?
The earth tells me it's the middle
But through trees and people
No one knows
Life gives us questions
death give us peace
Return to nothingness
Come full circle

1.
Everyone wants more of them  
So, their cells (and soul) begin to multiply
Once the death sets in
They are free
These are the ones that never survive
And suddenly everything they have ever created
Means more

2.
If I could write like I am dying
I could write like I am free
But this is a lie
And nothing will suddenly
Mean more

A writer for the right
But what if the write
is wrong?

and it doesn't matter
if anyone reads this or
not

It shall be a part of her soul
captured in words
Left behind for the world
Turning herself into something
more

tangible
something more real
something you can hold
something you can feel.

simply because no one else would,

and one day her soul will be all used up.

It's only until you are broken you are free.

My skull is made of glass.
I'm afraid there's nothing in there.

A small machine
Like a wind up toy automatically running
and
when you forget to twist

The body stops entirely.

Sitting there
Stagnant air
But the light still shines
All around
Skin
Breath
Sound

it's all fun and games
Until someone falls in love

Could it be you?
Could it be me?


It only happens when it's meant to be

Space is the womb
Of an unknown mother
In which the universe is waiting to be born

1.* Him

A love like
This one
Isn't true at all.
A love like
This one
Doesn't matter at all.
A love like
This one
Isn't really love.

It's her obession.

2. Her

A love like
This one
Is the still silent trees before a hurricane wakes them
And
The silence of sleep after

A love like
This one
Cannot conform to cursive
lettering in oil ink on dust yellow pages

A love like
This one
Is the whole show 1st 2nd and 3rd acts
Leading up to the sucide of everyone

A love like
This one
Isn't really love.

It's her imagination.*  


3. Omniscient

A love like
This one
Has no end.

A love like
This one
Is unrequited.

A love like
This one

Helps her create
Helps him create

A love like
This one
Is beautiful.

A love like
This one
Is real.

A love like
This one

*is meant to be

Her madness is not beautiful
it makes her cold and unfamiliar
she isn't a real girl
and I doubt she'll ever be

She's a witch that uses glamor
it covers up her lack of empathy

She likes to play the victim and she likes to place the blame
She likes to judge others and uses them to seek her fame

She's a witch that uses glamor
am I the only one who can see?

She's cannibalistic a eater of souls and hearts
because she's heartless
although it doesn't seem


Her candy covered house lures you to that scene

and everyone knows what happened to Hansel and Gretel

So, why do you still believe?

We all know
No future
The queen is dead

God is dead also

So why aren't we free?

There's a power in solitude
When your words can drift in
the wind to be lost forever
To be alone with your thoughts and
to not go insane
To look straight in the eyes of the sun and not
be blinded by brightness

power is not paper

Power is to be alone
and not feel lonely

Your face is so clear
It's almost blank
Cold hard see-through
Looking glass
I stare through you
to the other side of the world
I can see the gases of Venus
Smooth and milky
Swirling and colliding with each other
as if the whole planet may just melt
away

Maybe when I'm dead is when I'll be discovered
"Miss Walts of the technical age"
Someone will find my art and say "wow she really got it she really had it you know she was brilliant, a genius, truly great"
The best version of myself will then be shown
The romantized self analyzed by doctorates and lab coats
They'll all wonder what I really mean
And I'll be gone
Gone so they can't ask me
They'll mold me into a piece they really want
After death I'll return as a pawn
Crooning the voice of the people of our age
We all scream
"I'm not good enough
And because of this I cannot do a thing!
I can only make art from depressive relief.
Society is telling me everything to believe.
I can't think for myself for the life of me do not ask me a question because I never think!"
A self medicated self asbsorbed zombie
"No one has it worse than me."

I awoke changed

I could fly

But then
a small boy caught me
in his net of lies

Flakes of azure drifted to the floor as I deteriorated beneath his oily fingertips revealing the transparency that lay underneath
It made me weak
Then began the tears

And no longer could I fly
with these rips in my wings
And he left me there
To die dehydrated in the heat of the sun
Not close to shelter
Not close to anyone

But then
You found me

I don't know how

You took care of me
Gave me water
Built me a garden
Where I could crawl around

Like I used to when I was a child
And it's started to help with the pain
After awhile

And even though I can never fly again

I live azure
I love you
You saved me
You'll always be a friend

We were both writers in a way
Both clever
Both artists and madmen
Disconnected from reality
Lost in translation
Bent with broken backs
From carrying the weight of humanity's misunderstandings

Yet somehow
We found our eyes for each other

I could finally see

That my capability for love was not broken
You were just looking for me

Oh melancholy sunset sky
Catch the raindrops as I cry
Give me your colors
All of them
Your pinks and crimsons
I'll fill you full of
Smoke and rancid
And you will turn it into
Something worth wild

Go ahead and steal this poem

Do with it what you wish
Because
I wrote it for you

So someone somewhere could steal something

Go ahead and steal this poem
It's what all poets do

does She capture fireflies
with Her smile
or is it the way She talks about God?
Her fields grow high untouched
with wildflowers and sunlight
She is a goddess at best
everything pure
treat Her kindly for
She is the giver of life

I'm a wondering man
Who doesn't know what love really means
I'm too young to be done but too old to be seen
I'm obsessed with a woman -
She loves drugs,
but she doesn't love me.
I wonder too much.
I wonder about God, the stars, and trust.
I don't know where I'm gonna go
Not enough room to roam
Hotel lights all alone
"You're addicted to your telephone."
Black out make out and repeat
All in the search for a new love..
I face defeat.
I wonder on.
I wonder on.
I wonder on.

Staring at the ceiling wanting to go to Bed
I could start to fall asleep now if I could only find my
Head

Lead
In my mechanical pencil trying to fit inside your picture perfect stencil
I color you in

Are we ghosts or are we just animals?

Playing in the attic
watching stale t.v.
Television stattic
The best thoughts - they come at 3AM
When no one is awake because no one has taken them

It's something beautiful that no one wants
Dandelion ****
My brain is empty most of the time but wakes and knows when to feed

We all just tell people what they want to hear
We're just going through the motions
I'd rather die than work 9-5
Strap bricks to my feet and throw me in the ocean

Let the waves crash over my
head

Are we ghosts or are we animals?

Are we really alive or are we
dead?

Like a *****
I'll take it all
Down my throat
Gasp for air and
Choke

You take her to an action movie
And take her to dinner
Then you drive her home
And you talk about the movie  
And laugh

It's always red hot fun
Touching a burner when your mother told you not to

It's the same every weekend
Sometimes she starts a fight about pigs, pearls, and forgotten dates
You don't listen

You both only ever saw glass
Thick, dark, and impermeable

you never thought to ask
why we never fall in love anymore

But it's just fine
When you're bored
There's always another waiting

A million souls
Are trapped inside a body
Each a shred of your own personality
Making up the person that is you
A tormented hell,
But God lives there too

Write something with meaning
Write something with substance
Read between the lines
Think of something
Think of anything
Importance possibly

make
someone somewhere somehow stir
Inside


And I will then exist.

I buy petty impedimenta
for maximum price

whoever carries it
goes thin and floppy like rubber

so they bend and I bend
but will never

*break

Put me in your mouth
Like one of those
Cigarettes you smoke
Light me up
Embers so hot so red
Breath me in
Like one of those
Cigarettes you smoke
My ashes fall to the ground
And you'll feel so good too
Embers so hot so red
I'm an addiction
Like one of those
cigarettes you smoke
It's all I'm good for
I know you want more
But you can't have any baby
So hot so red
You used me all up
Just like those
Cigarettes you smoke
And I'm so bad for you too
As I fill your lungs
Into your boiling blood
You're inside me
I'm inside you

Even when the sun is shining

The sky
is
         still

                                      *Blue

I think I've lost it
My creative spark
I try to be different
But **** that **** is hard
You have to write
They tell me things about
Running water and faucets
But I swear to you it's turned off
because
I really think I've lost it

Life is just a theory
Every break through
Every thought and idea
Every problem and solution
It changes
We don't know
Until we know
So I will forever never believe
The "truth"

Stranger living in this
world all alone

I know your journey
Is strenuous
Long

But don't ask me to
And please don't call

Just keep on walking
Ramble on

The salt water washed away my face
As I made love to the man in the moon
In a gentle tide
I felt out of place
From the turbulence of the open sea chaos was my life
But his light bathed me

The sea glowed with a somber incandescence
The sea calmed almost to a halt
The sea slowly simmered within me
Burning

Me and The Moon

The storm was finally gone

The white hare smiles.
It smiles with the smile that a girl ought to smile.
The hare is fast enough to outrun it's predators,

I am not.

And even then, sometimes the fastest hare is caught.


White becomes pink
Pink becomes red


These are the colors of my brain splattered on the plastered
wall.

The hare is alive.

I am dead.

She wishes she were a tree
She wouldn't have to think
She wouldn't even have to breathe

I was born for the noose
Because I love to hang my head
I don't do much with my life
*Except wish that I were dead

Shatter that glitter
Dark blue glass
Christmas bulb
And I'll pray they all go out
All at once
Leaving eyes blind as they should be
Blind as you should be
Sitting there with your nothing
Muttering to yourself in the pitch
Saying something about how I don't understand
And
something about how I lie
If you were awake
at least half as awake as you say you are
It wouldn't take so long to pull the sleep out of your eye
It wouldn't take so long
even in the dark
to see

You were created from
nothing

Born
Into a world
Where people believe you need
Something

To
Be
Happy.

Give me something to hold on to
Other than repeating the same
Mistakes

Why do I do this to myself
I do it all of the time
You put me back on your shelf
So then I'm hurt and "remember to Rhyme!"

Is it for the sake of art
Or is it for the sake of love?

I try so hard
But still get none
I try so hard
But I'm still not numb

I'm just dumb
You see at the end of the day I'm just a stupid girl


caught up in compulsion
Stuck in the current of the muddy waters of her own mind
She screams and screams
But the thoughts still take her away

They take her away and she loses herself

Obsessed with another one
Not a man
But an idea

I can't help it
They all only give me so much
I can't help it
They never want to stay
I can't help it
I only want to be enough
I can't help it
I call it love
But it's not the same