Tongue-tied, he holds his breath
Inhaling the air like it's crystal ****
Tongue-torn, he bleeds it out
Love stains on his mouth
His heart bleeding for her
His glass eyes stop and stare

To him she's his only way out
From himself and his paper skin
Cause these tears are wearing him paperthin
His love, his heart he's lost control
This love, this heart he's lost his soul

Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
lives like music in the skin
and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord.
I want high school report cards
to look like this:

i would rather eat nails then be apart
swallowing the pain of sorrow
each nail is a sin i have
every wroung i have done
and ever tear i have caused
thats why i have a mouth full of nails

Deep down
I crave the sacred
Now that everything is
Just a dust mote limping along
The curvature of a light beam
in this dilapidated house

I've winked
At everything but the kitchen-sink --
Although, I do have my eye on it

Cynic
Know-it-all that knows he knows
Nothing
Conflicted

I wish I knew subtlety

Mona Lisa's quarter-smirk
Makes my emojis feel
Sorta slutty --
like they try too hard ya know?

^.^

Heaven:
Rainbow-colored
toothbrush mustaches
And
Killer drones friended by elm trees

Dissimulation is
my religion
Because
it just explains things,
It walks back the big crutch
It makes gods into amoebas

All. I. have. are. words.
******* scribbles.
Stillborn syntactical limbs of whim
Severed at the moment of send

Yet still
I deliver and hold them
Close to me
They are my ex-press
A last confession straight to the quick

The world doesn't spin it screams
We just Van Gogh it with
Slurry nite nite sleep tight's

God, what I would *give

It was in the way he looked at her, and the way she looked back.
The fleeting glances filled with hope and curiosity, and sometimes filled with specks of love.
He felt for her what the sun does the moon, the way he always stepped away to let her shine.
The way all the people looked at her in awe, he did too.
She felt for him as the fish feel for the water. She needed him, her kept her alive, kept her going.
The feelings were like those of crashing waves in a storm, strong and feared, yet strangely beautiful.
The fleeting glances slowly stopped until he had the courage to say hello, and her world expanded to invite him in.
As all fairy tales go, the pretty girl fell for the handsome boy.
Unlike in the fairy tales, this prince didn't get down on one knee with a rose.
Instead, he stared at the lovely princess.... Looking at her with fleeting glances.