Georgette wrinkled by force
And will
Spun by universal magnet
Small space between sets of finger tips
Open a room woozy and uncertain
A reunion grasped right and held close
A team of hips sway in rudimentary crass
sartorius pronouncements like that of fine tongue
Linger in wisps of flair
Elegant syncopation lifts the heaviest of airs  
And
chaînés chaînés chaînés chaînés

A passion ever felt
Burnt with leather belt
Raws my skin bold to welt

Sunken in a sip
My glass begins to drip
Sweaty palms friction slip

Accents yet to the tell
Exotic depths of hell
Fleshy lusts to sell  

Sneaky window breeze
Cools my pulse with ease
Mounted in the air to freeze

Magnified magnetic faces
Tip toe at my bust

Burning building
Makes the window a door

Fossilized illusions
Topped in magic hats

Dogmatic ****** features
Outlined in rouge

Ice caps melt
And warm my beer

The lions have gone extinct
But I'm still here

He was a thief of the utmost malicious kind
He stole my heart
While he seduced my mind
His words melted my ears
He kissed my eyes blind
His skin numbed my hands
His taste destroyed my insides
He smelled of desired illusion
He took my senses for quite a ride

Once I was subdued sedated untwined
Fueled by the desperation of heartache he made love to the night
With a beat in his pocket
A stride to the right
His spirits lifted
With no regards to mine

You excel at walking on eggshells
A hidden perfection
You're careful not to spill on your clothes
I want to show you how inspiring you are when you don't do it all right
You're the glow in an over exposed room
Heartbreak that made me soar like a rocket
I was living with earthworms
Now my best friends are the stars
I'm the smudge on your white shirt
Not afraid of being messy
An imperfection you can't control
How scary of a thought when you're used to living on your tiptoes
Any second it could all break  
And leave you with the urge to runaway from your feet
Trained to disobey the very essence at your very core
But no matter what I love you for
the complete confusion you are
An oath I never chose yet, choose to a million times more

I was holding a tornado in a jar
Lid on as tight as I could *****
I heard the glass start to shake
Like a window, but I didn't think circles could shake,
I thought they were sturdy
In the roundest of sense.
I could've let it loose
Watched cards fly around.
But pieces of cardboard never have a choice. Let just fall where they may.

Where have you been my poet friend?
My forest without trees
My honey ***
With its side cracked
Repelling all the bees

Where have you gone?
My unfinished song
My note without a tune
My secret long unkept
Lyrically eating with a spoon

In your absence
I’ve cleaned trash from streets
Planted and picked a garden of lovely sweets
And even felt the kiss of eternal peace
But still I speak
to the aberration in the room

Forthwith forthright
Shaken by my runes
I leave a trail of crumbs
Leading to my tomb

I'm so many people in one day
Unintentional and sincere in the act

Dissociative in moral high ground
And desired end points

All entities hungry for different food

Falling after I held myself up for so long

Just another fit of defeat?
Another demon with a spear?

I'm a hunter of sorts
My strategy is to start as the prey
Perfect surprise attacks
Keeps me alive and caught in the act

Fine cloth of division
Separating novel writer
And supreme creep

I **** my selfs
Just to not die weak

Feed my soul with words that have meaning
Even if they’re not pretty
I don’t want shallow attempts
to paint the truth with limited false belief
I want substance
Even when the truth is covered in blemishes that gush black informality
Even when the truth exhales acidic breath
Even when the truth looks like untamed locks
Even when the truth looks like the translucent veil between pain and sanity
Even when the truth has bonded with chemical receptivity  
Even when the truth is vulnerable and shaking
Even when the truth feels like drinking fire

I want to roll around in reality and determine for myself what is “good” and what is “bad”

Always wondering
I wish I knew your first name
Until then live well

We would always get petty
Not for the sake of being petty
But for the sake of love

I ate your truth
Of fermented fruit
It left me dizzy in a sense of self

It's good to have limitations
Not expectations
Except sometimes it's good to expect no limitations

Even in certain circles in certain minds
in certain frames at certain times
We can't know what's true
And misconstrue can ring like
Miss you too

Self titles
Reign demeaning
And a finished product
Watched like a B-Rated pre-screening
Fed my gray matter
But the rest of me is depleting

Craig Morgan's playing baseball
Elliot Smith in the background screaming
Drinking OJ, it's how the Kardashians got there money,
Nothing good even came from the cover, trust me it didn't.

"She's in your hands now
Treat her like a Princess
You gotta respect her mind and her body"

"Welcome to Shaboom Shaboom"

The frosted grass reminds me of you
Like most things do
Frigid but beautiful
Cold but lively
Lacking itself but promising
Potential is a dangerous quality
Because once the grass thaws  
Once it's vibrance and summer texture
returns
Everyone will forget that it was once frozen

I listen for one voice in maze of white noise
Nonsense dribbles in and pounds on a drum
Startling me into a ****** plateau
Fluctuations are never wanted more
A cliff to crumble beneath my being
Or a sea to crash me ashore
White noise taunts me
The ghost of a ghost
Withers against the deep curve of my back
Posture writhing in tension
Heart beats in subtle frequency
And blatant apprehension
Music, I crave music

Words! Words! Words!
What are they

Unlived dreams
Unrequited love

Worn desires
that fail to die

Miscommunications

The very fruit of sorrow
fermented in twine and woven onto
innocent eyes

Does any word hold value
In a world made of steel and rust

Where ******* dreams thrive
And love is brewed with angel dust

Where actions are spit polished
Derived from conveyor belts

Where plastic is iced stiff
All the rest is good enough to forget  

A kind word blossoms with potential greater than the destruction of man

Yet, words what are they

Do we even know

Or use them selfishly
To ease our own pain
To create our own peace of minds

Words like a million pennies
All have value but waste away

I don't like to fight
I don't like to compete
I ramble on
I'm not very neat
I spill ****
Half pick it up
I'm drained
I don't really get what you're saying
I'm tired, you don't get it either
I'm sick of explaining
Everything's exciting at first
Then dulls out quick
Your words are *******
But you think your slick
Instead of working that dollar
Go buy a brain
Because
You'll end up leaving
As soon as you came

Words like radioactive waste
Your mind is flooded
Intentions displaced
Desperation has taken
Root
Tangled up with the strings of your muscle
Causes the dips in your chest
Along with the deep cracks in your skull

Shot an arrow where the earth meets the sky
Dug your hands in the hole
Started to pry
Covered yourself in the dirt and darkness and never stopped for a moment to ask yourself why

Seeking company a constant
Skin starts to eat itself
When left alone
But never get too close
With more slides than a trombone
Just enough to see a body from your corner view
As long as it's not just you and you

It's as if you've never learned
The difference between yourself and what's wrong
Nothing has a meaning but aiming to please
Your very essence
Is in messure
Of self-displeasure
Forearms toned and defined  
From turning tables
And grating the rinds
While the rest of your body is starved of nutrients and sun
Cauterized your lips closed
When you tried to swallow it whole

I hear your name every day
Against my will
Sometimes it starts in the morning
After a dream
Sometimes not long after waking up
In the songs I listen to while I drink my tea

Sometimes on licenses plates
Because it’s such a short ******* name
Sometimes being called out in the streets
Because it’s such a common ******* name

Sometimes buzzing in my brain
Honey soaked name
Sticks to the folds of my gray matter
While the white waits around for its weekly drip

Sometimes your name feels like Voldemort
Sometimes your name feels like a Crucifix
Sometimes your names feels like a direction
Sometimes your names feels like a 404 error
Sometimes your name feels like a bag around my head
Sometimes your name feels like a stepping stone
Sometimes your name feels like medicine
Sometimes your name feels like a sickness
Sometimes your name feels like home
Sometimes your name feels like an anti-hero
Sometimes your name feels like deprivation