I’m a terrible conductor who’s lost his train of thought.

“Stool sample….????
I’ll see what I have at my bar.”

If you love to race, are you considered a racist?

I use my left brain to make the right choices.

Let’s call it teethpaste. I have more than one tooth.

I like to push the envelope until it pushes back.

“What type of writer are you?”  I replied, “A typewriter.”

Bear traveling from north to south is a bipolar bear.

He easily cracked under pressure.  He was just so eggstrasensitive.

Rules are constantly broken; they will probably develop severe arthritis.

Could you find it in your heart to tell me what I mean to you? I don't care if I'm a molecule or a nervous little stain on your brand new carpet or a skyscraper built in the prime of the city's financial boom. Just let me know, open your mouth, put a pen to paper for me. Graffiti my heart. I've just got to know.
Maybe I'm not strong enough to knock down your wall of insecurities and doubt. But I'm not a wrecking ball. I'm just a boy. A boy with doubts and insecurities and negativity all his own. Bit please... For me, if you can find it in yourself to just do me this favor, I will be forever grateful. Forever content with the fact that you'd offer me this one thing. And if, by any chance, you can, then I can find it in me to make the right time and mend appropriate bridges and search and scour for the ample space where you and I may fit.

Yours,
X

Every time
I see you
It's like a wake up call
To the facts
To that I'm not so special
To the truth
The sobering reality
That no matter how much I like you
No matter that
To put it frankly
I might even say I love you
That my feelings are true
Truer than any other emotions along the same lines
I've ever had
But in the end
Every time
Every single ******* time
My insides sink
Like the Titanic
I hit a massive bulk of hard, frozen ice
In my heart
And what floats to the surface
Is balloon poppingly
Blood drainingly
Horrifyingly
Empty

Every time

We grow distant as the days begin to fade
I can already feel you forgetting my name

Everything is covered in a thin layer of ash
My lungs
My dreams
Nothing is as it used to seem
Now lay me down to sleep
Just you and I
Choked, by the smoke
Of my mind's demise

Handled
she felt with care
and sank in emotions
molasses into honey
she trickled slowly into blood

waiting
watching
shadows slowly getting larger
as they descended in a long slow motion
graceful swans of decay
an orchestra serenaded their way
deep into the pit of her soul
vultures nibbled at flesh
slowly blackening every piece

wondering
at the failure in her
the peaceful lax
she left her house
less and less
each day

vibrating
the screen commanded her attentions
a double life
that never existed
sordid communications
invitations left ignored

slowly sinking
the shadows ate her away
the lightbulbs dimmed each day
slowly blinking out
she did nothing
and covered her room in darkness
holed away
safe and secure
no change to report

she once
thrived
on change
living on desperation
and white rice
and fear
filling the holes in the walls
with toothpaste and
love born out of
loss and anarchist ideals
too many years spent
feeling like the caged bird
that sang because music
was the only joy
the only escape
the only way to feel free

still
she felt loss
ignored it with any substance available
still dripping and missing
wanting *** and a lovers touch
a lovers comfort
she felt incomplete

unable to break the barrier to true friendship
few saw past
the exterior
isolated and alone

drank
every last drop
her beauty
she left thrown around
carelessly
she dressed only for herself
and sang
alone