My tummy hurts
But my heart worst
10 second love
Hit a growth spurt
With more and more
To insert
Now I ache
In chest under shirt
Of decisions made
Of lessons learned

I'm feeling all kinds of tired
Like I've lost a piece of my mind somewhere
In the blossom of a new desire
One for which I didn't prepare

It stalks me
I keep my eyes open out of fear
How can I return to the me I used to be
Because no matter how far I run it'll always be near

I hold my breath
And refuse the air
If I let in the oxygen my heart will expand and flutter

Maybe I'll give a crap more
Maybe I'll take crap less
Maybe invite my enemies over and burn them like they're in-scents
They'd be looking at  beverages thinking 'I probably shouldn't drink this'
No ****, its melted flint if you asking out of interest

But since the law and moral cause don't really favor ******  
I'll post a an ad in the paper asking if anyone wants to get sawed up
Find a willing part-taker and grind them into saw dust

But on a note of real talk I really don't have murderous intent
My thoughts might seem cruel and rigid, but they're savage at best  
Honestly all I want to the get some Gang Nam respect
Maybe then I can turn my enemies into friends
If that's t0o much to ask
Honestly I couldn't as for less

It's unhealthy
But you left so stealthily
In the  morning while it was pouring ounces
Remembering those days ever since
You stepped out into the rain from where my love is
Now I'm hunched over the basin trying to rinse
Your face out of my hair

She'll be dying with the coals
When the last ember dies
Pushed along but the wind
Fluttering in the night...

And everyone will say
"I thought that she'd survive"

I don't like passions
That passion the lovers speak of
I keep those fires at a great distance
I use them for heaters
I can feel their heat and not allow them in
To breath life to foolish hopes or give entry to sins
I don't like passions or those types of things

Crystal, Silver, and Diamonds
if i give my life to you,
would You love me too?
Shimmer Glisten that Ivory
i lose my religion to you
to make me beautiful
the Lights are Shinning
Brighter than lightning
my One True Love is here
Shattered the atmosphere
I'm dressed to the nines in Him
head to toe striking
my One true Love is here
Mr. Velveteen

Will there be anything more exciting than knowing you?
An experience you've set aside for a select few
In a selection process they were not privy to
Now the joy of a ray of sunshine peaking through
The slow trickle of morning dew
A whisper of words so dearingly true
The world was just a page
That became a story because of you...

I want you
Don't float around thinking I don't
Person I hardly know
Person who doesn't know me at all

When you feel insignificant to the story
Like you're just a name to fill a line
In a page everyone's ignoring
You'll be a line I've read a million times

I've a stiffness hurting my wrist
But I'll hold out my hand and blow you a kiss
Bury your face in my neck, I insist
As I buried my heart in your fist

Sunrise rise from the dusk
For all the animals to busk
From the elephants tusks
Fall the butterflys husk

I know you want me to say
Sorry for lying
but I'm just crying on my  pillow
like I'm supposed to do
to get over you

I know its easier to keep you
and just admit that I was wrong
but I can't be the loser
so I just play a sad song
like I'm supposed to do
to get over you

Although everything is my fault
as far as I remember
I won't lead you to resolve
and I'll ruined your December
Just drinking coffee in my car
heart is sore and tender

Winning never feels good on this tongue
I've been bitter since I was young
Now you know the woman you've loved
Now she's just another sad girl
trying to get over you

You've got her stuck in your teeth
I taste her whenever you kiss me
The aftertaste of what could've been
a bitter sweet remembrance of everything you're missing
while I lay here in a space left by another person
barely fulfilling the taste after which you're thirsting.

She is trapped
The sun had caught her
She's hasn't been a child
She's nobody's daughter

Going on getaways wearing nothing but wits
And the almond cream lotion she butters herself with
The sun disappears, it's not beauty that fades
Under her white bikini and Versace shades

The waking will shake you
But it won't **** you
And soon you'll be so taken with reality
That falling asleep will be a torturous task

You played the the biggest role in the background
So the audience never heard your song
You spent all that time being ugly
When you were beautiful all along

I want to feel love
Swelling up inside me like a cancer
that doctors can't cut out of me  
And spreads so rapidly
through my entire being
so that even my soul feels it

Wasted time
combed thin and fine
washed up on the rim of the bath like grime
given like a mirror to the blind
taken from the absent of mind
How quickly you've disappeared from my eyes
My dear wasted time...

My hours are gone with the wind
They're soaked in the folds of your skin
The minutes spent touching
Amounted to nothing
And I'll never see them again

Candles melt
They melt on tables
And leave thick lumpy messes
Messes that I'll eventually clean up
After I've blown the candles out
After you didn't walk back in
And allowed the smoke to taint my dinner

Webs
Strange how they only made of thin white hairs
They don't seem so scary when they dangling from an old lady's head
But when you caught in them,
Its hard to image them being harmless little strings of thread
I suggest caution around spiders
They hold a deadly weapon

When I was a drinker
I would swallow my weight
And lay weightless in the bathroom
Until I forgot  my  own name

The light reflected off his jawline
It made the sun seem like a dim light swinging in a damp basement
I suddenly felt angry at my knees for giving in under me
But those arms
Well, I could never be made at them

You have a pretty kind of ugly face
With a silly kind of goofy grace
That I don't mind to see everyday
In a desperate kind of needy way

What happened to Johnathan was sad,
But what happen to Sarah was equally as bad

Time is not a clock
Its a stopwatch

i’m not compatible
With any codes or formats of the human animal
i’m an identity cannibal
With hungry dementors creeping out my finger holds
i’ll sink my teeth in any other being until i become actual
That’s simply transnational
i’m fictional until proven factual
But what can i truly be called?
i sometimes wonder if i’m an extraterrestrial
Or i could be a disease
You probably wouldn’t even notice
That next to you and inside me too i’m not part of your species
But believe me
If i could be a human i probably would be
Instead of living in the facade of my human personality
Maybe i could be a demigod
A diverging half person while merging with a centaur
Maybe as a child, while meek and mild i was left on the step of a synagogue
And monks and priests prayed over me and summoned up my human parts
Or maybe i’m a deception
And during birth i fell to earth and grew up into a desk job
But late at night when out of sight i transform into an autobot
Tare off my human skin and do some tricks in the parking lot

Or maybe i’m just a person
Who doesn’t really fit into any kind of person list and
Just maybe my ways are little bit reversed and
Maybe next week i’ll send this verse in
Bold letters into the universe and
Just maybe it will send me a tombstone and a hearse and
i’ll just die to the self outside of myself
And become an actual person

You were my everything
                  and you left with bags of me
without all my stuff
                  possession-less
Nights still matured into days
                  days still died to nights
Flowers will bloom
                  regardless
Heaven will shine
                  regardless
And I'll buy all new stuff

We Live In A Dog Eat Dog World
The principal rule of life
As beaten in every door
Is to get your fill
Of the the great big pie
That the world offers
But pieces don't have names attached to them
And there are only a limited amount of slices
So when in line
Standing one behind
Disregard its structure and the numbers that form it
And find the front
Quicker than your eyes can see it
As to not go hungry
Such is the way a human lives amongst humans
We are only food
To fill each others stomachs
And I've seen every type of meal
I've seen everyone devoured
Strange enough though
I've never seen a dog eat another dog

To imagine is to be more
To be only human is as useless as being your work PC
But to close your eyes but still be able see
To be awake but still be able to dream
To run a mile without leaving your seat
To be to center of all these things
That sure sounds a whole lot like being free...

I patted down my pockets to hide the bulges of passion you left curdling through me after you walked past
And I knew I was different
And the Lord would never permit the want I had stored up for you in my heart

Pacing up and down
Is a good way of carving a hole in the ground
Thinking out loud
Is a good way of putting yourself in it

I'm in the wind about it
Blowing away
If I was to tell the story
I'd have nothing to say...

Sometimes anywhere is nowhere
And sometimes thats the most comforting place to be

I want to be in love
I wished upon all the stars in the sky
And they collectively shook heads
Saying that I should know better than to wish on sparkly dead things in the sky
My coins fill fountains
And side walks where they spit them back out
Pockets are empty like the valve in my heart that pumps out romance
My body is starved for it
Yet my hands search for the feeling
Wish bones split
And lay in two
But I still search for you
My sweat love
That I am yet to get a taste of

I drew a circle around you
And set you aside
I plucked you from the masses
And called you mine

The better collective is outside of me
The parts of the world that could never converge with me
In my chest is a hollow nest of surging threads
That scrap and pulsate against each other
The unrest carries itself into my flesh and makes me shudder
And makes me lift my hands and arms to hurt my brother
But the world around me is a blissful sea
Of people who don't know what lies beneath
The soft sheets that forms me
There where there is strangers passing each other in the street
Without so much as an acknowledgment to speak
There is the place I want to be
Far from the familiar haste that Lives within me
That breaths and beats and eats constantly

I've traveled through the night
Against the currents of life
So my troublesome soul
Can find a place to be called home
When I do, its coloured gold
So pure that I can barely hold it
Inside my finger folds

Follow the tides of your heart
Hold fast the driftwood afloat to your passions
This slow flowing river that meanders without warning
And reveal rappids and white waters when the winds start roaring
Is the only known way to find who you are
And what a person you'll be
When you meet the sea...

Creative, I'm not
But sticky and soft
And bubbles of blue and circles of froth
I'm stains on couches that ruin the set
But without all those faults there wouldn't be much left

Let it bleed
So that your blood can solidify and cover the wound
Even though it'll still be red and raw and ooze endlessly
Endlessly as though it seems
Soon it'll start to heal

Another love song sang into the wind
Another rainbow with no beginning
Another sad poem about these things
Another me strolling into town
No more lost than found
Or falling asleep in the lounge
As cotton filled as just another couch
I never expected anything more
From both life or the cornerstore
I never thought of both any differnt
Than plain old common repletion and persistence
Life is but life
Like traffic after four at night
Just another thing to get through

Your love is like being deprived of the pain that has built the character for which you love me
And I'm afraid if it continues I'll disappear and you'll no longer want me

could you climb inside my skin and become a part of my insides?
could you leave parts of yourself bEHIND YOU WHEn YU DO?
IF OUR STArs ALIGN WILL THEY STRIP DOWN AND COMBINE?

Let your lips run like water
A complex irrigation system from your chest
Give all the dying flowers nourishment and let then grow from water you've provided

How lovely it is to be lovely
How clever and cunning to have aquired such a charm
How absolutely lovely it is to hold such a power in your palm...

Perfection
I chanted at my reflection
As if answering a question
asked by their rejection

You think you understand everyone's contemplations
When actually they're all your own considerations

And while you're considering what they all consider
You fail to recognize that you are made of mirrors