A blurred division
between consciousness and reality,
this is where I dwell.
It is absolutely certain
that I've lost the line.
Someone has to pull me out.
The flames cascade across the floor
and eat me alive.

Why must we destroy language with abbreviations?

In my phone

And on my computer screen

The words lack worth

Lack depth

Lack the luster

The way they taste on my tongue as my jaw works the syllable

ILY means I LOVE YOU

See also: If I had to choose between holding the world up like Atlas or holding you

I’d hold you till the earth shattered.

BRB means BE RIGHT BACK

See also: I am not leaving forever and in a few minutes

You can once again have my undivided attention

*** means WHAT THE ****

See also: I can’t believe you left me like that

I mean WHAT THE ****?

BFF means BEST FRIEND FOREVER

See also: I don’t care if it takes forever for you to say that

Take all the time you need

DTF means DOWN TO FORNICATE

See also: DOWN TO ****

See also: For an evening

I am going to leave my best friend forever

For a girl who makes me wonder

What the **** I am doing with my life

For the chance that she may actually one day tell me

I love you

But the first morning after

As the breeze cools the sweat off our naked bodies

As she finally wakes up

Looking like the safety of bad memories

I kiss her on the forehead and say

I’ll be right back

Only this time

I won’t be

Insanity lies there, in corners,
Along with spiders of my mind
Their web it's made of irises
Of my memories left behind.

Memories, dreams and feelings.
They all passed over my beliefs,
On a floor of spinning ceilings,
A sky of autumnal leaves,
Withered bits of a decrepit soul.

Time is fierce...
My skin is rusted, hard as stone
Maimed and parched to the bone -
I need a pill, just one more.

Dawns won't pierce
My thoughts falling high
In a sea of toxicity -
There's a pill which might
Bring me closer to the light,
Far from its velocity
And its painful shards
Dissipated in pitched, soften clouds.

There's always a pill
And another pill -
To strengthen up my will.
Though, I will never feel
My emotions crystal clear.
These fake illusions
Will never cheer
Heavy whispers in my ear.
Diseased blood transfusions
Of my dreams becoming real,
The world has stood still
While I tremble, poisoned with fear.

*So I'll take another pill
Because I fear...

My lingering fire has failed to consider the ruin.
It has raged an Hour past all Hope... As Providence evaporates -
Long before the Landscape is visible to Angels descending.
My annihilation is complete and yet -
I cannot be Undone !
I Persist in Flames, my Vacuum is Defied !
And what Sorrow comes to understand
Can only be described as The Soul. However vanquished -
I am not Consumed...
Merely swallowed whole.
Impervious to the Luxury of Death.
Though my Inferno has no Talisman.

Instead
A Terrible Will is at Work -
Renaming Constellations
To Suit my Astronomy

Is All.

i told her she didn't want
to get involved, but she
told me that she was
going to be,
anyway.

and i was a little
relieved that someone
had gone through
the trouble of making
that decision
for me.

you scare me to death,
like i'm the one to be
scared.

but when you show me
that part of your thigh
that you haven't shown
to that many people,
i start sectioning off
my body with the tiny
pencil i keep in my
nightstand to
keep score.

i told her she knew
she'd regret it.

i knew i could
prove her wrong
if i wanted.

late last night i got home
and the skin between my nose
and my upper lip

was raw
from your mustache
and i didn't put lotion on it,
which is something i would normally do

and i didn't brush my teeth
or put my retainer in
and dental hygiene is important to me.

i just walked in through my front door and sighed a deep happy sigh

like the sighs you sigh for me so often.


my hand smelled like your hair.


and i've been taking hourlong baths
lately
which is something i don't normally do


my room is getting more and more ***** every day
and i can't find motivation to do laundry
(this is so not like me)

and i find myself daydreaming about you
while at work
and my heart starts beating.

it's never had a beat before, i swear.

and it's fastfastfast and
hard

like the way we kiss
but then we slow way down

and we play little games
with our lips.
i love smiling into your mouth
because i can't help it.

The twentieth century artists
took art all the way
to nothingness
and I love it
so I say
that there's no
wrong way
to do art,
since there are
no real rules
and wrong art
is sometimes better
than right art,
but it seems to me
that if the artist
wants to get somewhere
they have to do it
daily
for their whole lifetime.