Don't touch those unless your fit for burning
Little burn turns to a little learning
Screams so loud they
Shatter the top of this glass roof
The shards do as they do
They cut through the skin
Time is nothing when the flame
Turns on you
A minute
A second
They rush around
Twisting my head
Like a tangled up night gown
Freudian slip
Through the thick sound
What can you do with the flame?

He shows eloquence in his side step
So close to the touch of death
Yet still breathes in soft breaths
Mine were quick as I grabbed
My stomach sick
Little boys turn to men
Better when they see
The world as it is
I was told
Cold
Nothing says the elderly tongue
Looking for reaction from the younger one
The boy saw
Colors blended by deep holes
Lifting red over
The muscled body torn
Thick legs plan another
Foolish attack
Trickery over the bold
My eyes were wide
As it fell not with grace
Pulled by its legs with rope
To remove from the show
Felt a feeling I did not know
I knew I would one day
Know.
Death
No satisfaction does it know
Pat on the shoulder
From a hand
I might have seen as cold
To this day I still don't know

More passion than a man laughing
After the whip's 100th lashing
I feel quick sand coming thick
Add the caption
First you see me but then i'm gone quick
Learned lessons the old teach
The ones who share blood.
I had none
So I had to spill blood.
Focus even when tying my shoes
Only have one life
One trip and there you lose
Coughing out demented thoughts
Attempted plots like a twister
Once your too far in
Then you spin
And now you're gone.

I saw it
Those eyes made me shudder
I know what you're thinking
But it was genuine
Emotion like no other
Playing on the ledge
Dancing on it with
The tip of my toes
Through the twirling
Never once did I look down
If I had maybe I would fall
Laughing away
But you know
How you remember feelings
When their that certain type of cold
That cold I know
When the sweetest skin I touched
Didn't want to touch mine anymore.

The rain to the storm
The hand of a strong man
And a woman's lovely thighs
Sitting alone
With my little mind
Committed to the grind
Of a simple type of life
The bus will be here in five
Aluminum under my ****
Cold and not too dry
A little water doesn't
Get my eye
To blink one time
Eyes drift off
Not one thing they find
Some thoughts in mind
What is love?
Oh my
The old question
Answered without words
Cause words are not enough
To describe
But my mind
Howls all the time
At love's moonlight
Cause nothing is a fine
False love is a missed crime
Bus should be here soon
Be alert don't let it pass by
It always comes at nine
Haven't missed it
For a long time
Drift off again in my mind
Certain ones can be cold
Others would like warm arms to hold
Pity for the theif
Crippled for his sins
Sitting on the bench
Only difference between him and me
Is no one did see
My deeds
Which were not so sweet
Not so kind
Rude type
When hunger was all that was on my mind
The bus did arrive at nine
At the time
But I was not there to abide
Sitting at the bus stop
Now i'm always on time.

My hands aren't touching yours
And the fact that that's a fact
Is bothering me
I ask intently in my mind
Could you bother me?

Thoughts and angles for your attention
I'm clawing at desperately at desperation
But you pass by
And I'm the cliche
Guy who didn't try

Just cause you can walk through clouds
Doesn't mean that they don't exist at all
Like happy families and chivalry
Where you been means not much to me
Cause where your going is where I want to be.

Built up too much
Your not ready yet
One day you'll turn
From teacher's pet
To teacher.

Know
You'll never know
Wear
Wear a cloak
Hide
From the what you truly are
Scarred
That's why you don't need
The honey on the spoon
No umbrella for rain
Pour it on me
The water represents
Every missed swing
Tragedy wasn't a chapter
It was every word on the page
But once you took center stage
The play turned from sorrow
To a lovely display