Time present is that
what you make of it.
Time future is the
great abundant unknown
to those that search
for a new soul.
Time pasts will always
be present in time future.

Do not dwell in
the things you will
never know.
Just look around,
take things slow.
Memories will echo,
the paths that of which
you chose to never go.

Kiss them in dreams,
turn back time in
the areas you wish
to not feel the need to bleed.
Don't lose focus,
this is but a game of
a magical circus.

Know all along,
you are better than
what anyone perceives
you as for so long.

There is vacant
cloudy smoke in my mind.
These thoughts are
extreme roller coaster rides,
the moments turn
into a fun filled vaction.
Only my head
controls the time.

They say that
the good always dies young,
but that just
is not right.

How can something die
when I have
too much fun,
and all these thoughts
play in my head tonight?

He speaks with salt,
healed the wounds
from past wars he faught
Only able to remember
The different feelings,
She speaks with sugar

Morbid and horrid
he takes the life of those
that question him for a why
Of all the different ones he made
she quiver's with fear and remorse
with the final one he bestowed;
Thy true self

Blue Ribbons will do
just fine.
The taste of less fortune,
one of the few
now only able to stutter
this heart of mine.

She dances careless
but only in my daydream.
Show them how that
ugly body can truly caress.

Bright red,
wipe it off.
Whipped beige,
that color never stays.
Deep black,
tell me what you
would have liked.

Run her hand
through her hair,
tell her what
she's always lacked.
Rewind, restart.
She lives in pretend,
she plays where it never ends.

If I touched you softer,
if I round my hips
and match the pout
on h e r pretty lips.

Can I touch you like that?
Can I make your heart beat
like a heavy acid trip?
The same way your eyes
do in five seconds flat.

Smug smiles,
bleak future.
She'll make it look
pretty and luxurious
for that white-lightnin',
psychotic cruiser.

Unsuccessful dreams,
she's back to being sixteen.
Reach for that boys attention,
she never dares to mention
that she doesn't need introduction.
She already knew of
such sweet perfection.

He's a mystery,
he could control her
with such mastery.
He's a worldwind,
leaves her deep-end.

Fight that dwelling.
I sip grenadine,
taste remnants of
his eternal sunshine.

It's a feeling she
could never hide,
a longing that he
will never mind.

You do it so beautifully,
poetically speaking of
the great divine.
Life could've been sublime,
every day would've been
our very own sunshine.

Mixed together like
velvet and silver.
Taking another chance,
she already knows
this foretold song;
the decade lingering
of a cold shiver.

She backs away,
in the darkness she lays.
Reciting fleeting moments
he'll never stick around
to relive anyway.

Watching and learning,
I master in loving
things that doesn't
even have feeling
to give something
to believe in.

There's beauty in all of her.
In the way she
throws her head back,
covers the half moon her
uneven lips creat.
In the way she
cries some nights,
dies a little more in others,
just to wake up and make
everyone laugh and to
make them feel wanted.
In the way she
has curves that illuminate
in time and possibility.

She craves warm hands,
cold glances cursing
her very existence.
She craves neck kisses,
tummy tickles by hands
that are long gone.
She craves to be
a final, golden chapter
in a book void
of any mistakes.
There's beauty in that too.

She yearns to be free,
a childlike innocence
in the depths of
hills and meadows
in her fickle mind.
Another beauty passing eyes
never dare find.

A mighty smirk
clothed a
mousy lurk
He's got skills
that goes for days
He likes to witness
your slow decay

A majestic road
that likes to be a runner
He likes to spin webs
in a sickly thump-er
Last woken memory
is a head bouncing
*****

Could sit here
pass a pen
point those fingers
But there's room
for everyone
to win the
blame game
with nasty little fibbers
To each their own
Grave of three
waiting to be
called home

He deserves the kindness,
the one to find power
in all his blindness
He deserves the one
who will stay,
the one who helps
find the way
The ins and outs of
all the wander filled days

Search and find reason
to write beauty and
the one who's worth it
The one who will be
the real truth behind those words

I tried to taste your love
I leaned in for a lick
You poked my rib
**** of the jaw,
I stabbed you in the back
And left a trail of
water, blood and teeth

I had a dream.
Loaded up a cold van,
drove miles and miles,
blistering sun left
arm uneven tan.
Blaring repeated tune,
your heart now beats
for a different moon.

I had a dream.
The kind where
I'm on the side of a road,
I yell like a forgotten toad.
I'm met with radio silence.
Eyes that never cared,
eyes filled with violence.

I had a dream
on the edge of an empty bed,
I rack my hands through
my stormy head.
The sunsets,
casts shadows through
blue tinted shade.
Deadly icy frost,
it's long shed.
Memories never lost.

Morning comes,
met with beautiful sunrises.
Parallel to the words
I tried to find behind
your timid, deadly eyes.

Bursts of blues and pinks,
swirls of silver and grays.
They crescent over hills
and barrels of wild hay,
they reflect in mirrors
and bring start to day.

Purple and orange,
yellow and fire.
They seep through
the cracks of blinds,
flood the wandering mind
of ones still awake.

Black and stormy,
violent and dreary.
They lead to a moment
passing metal,
concrete, cement.
Crane neck and shameful,
bowed heads.
Wicked smile,
vengeful bob of head.

Starving for that beauty,
Starving for the power.
Black rimmed eyes,
you'll be enough
one day.

Singing soft grunge,
her hips sway softly
to the undertone of
a beaten drum.

She pops bubbles
in her minty gum,
he points fingers
shaped like fiery guns.

Tears of gold
in the dead of night,
she beckons the
innocence she can
no longer hold.

Playing in games,
playing guitars.
Seeing stars,
they're filled
with shame.

She has a hard time
letting go,
a hard time admitting
what she already knows.
She gets walked over,
she still tries to be clever
for the sake of a smile.

She still loves him.
She still craves him.
She wants the best,
she loses rest.
He seems happy,
guts another hole in
her sunken chest.

She still likes him,
it's a joke really.
Catching her in passing,
makes her feel silly.
But she's just dashing
to see her grand--mother.
Spotted by the unknown,
he makes it known.
But she just wanders
in her little girl blue wonder.

Her daddy once said
to watch out for
the monster's 'round here.
She played it off,
acted all fine.
She walks out and looks around,
wait for them to dine.
Meat is plenty,
but if a soul they long for,
a pathetic one is
all to be found.
She tries a hand at optimistic,
she doesn't like it when someone feels pessimistic.
She isn't artistic,
she isn't easy on the eyes.
She can make anyone laugh,
she's always there for one's that try to play fine.
She cries because she feels alone,
she just wants her heart that was dipped in gold
back from such an evil throne.

I can tell you about addicion.
It comes in many forms.
It creeps in the night,
steals all of your might.
It is futile to fight,
it grabs you by the eye sight.
It's the kind of pills
that gives you all those good feels.
It's the soothing dew
on a glass that holds ghosts of two.
It's the image in the mirror,
the one you can't go any nearer.
It's the daydreams of the past
you can never let go of,
the present that never lasts,
the future that never comes fast.
The way a whisper can make you melt,
and the hands you never knew you'd be able to have felt.
It's the reds you still find chasing
in the guys that only fake it.
It's the curly hair and big eyes,
the ones you still see when you cry.
It's the one you long to know,
wondering when he will finally show.
The dark abyss,
the time travel into infinite.
It's the way you somehow
build people up when everyday
another couple hundred of the
billion stars inside of you
burn out.
And you wonder,
would anyone ever notice when
the last one burns out?

Finding beautiful art
that could have
been but isn't about you can
really break the heart

Rose-gold,
flared cheeks,
specks to tote.
He can find
quick fixes,
but they don't
mend all the mixes
in that lonesome soul.
Did he find it?
Does he have it
to hold?
Is it more than
his bare soul could
ever bold?

I break in to
the souls that never mend,
I crave attention
without ever knowing
my own destination.
I am a horror,
I am a bug,
I am the slug
on the bottom of your shoe.
I cry for help
that never comes
I swallow them
in pieces
like chewing gum.
I do it for death,
I do it for the means
of a safety net.
I take and I take,
I spend until my last dime.
Try to shield the truth,
I cannot hide as well
as my past times.
He's back and
better than ever.
I'm floating in his win,
light as a blue feather.

Hopelessly a lover
and a dreamer
And that will be
the death of me

Now that it's passed
tell me,
how did it feel to hear those words?

Strolling down the walk
under the blistering sun,
would I have been
good enough?

Showing me your
favorite spots,
eating late lunches
on the dock.
Would you have
held my hand?

Late night talking
in the cooling summer breeze,
how is it that I
still find reason
to daydream all these
pointless dreams?

You look
fiercly new and ultimately
something akin to
worthwhile,
like you could have been
the best place
to have called
home.

Words hurt.
Silence is defining.
Erase, type.
Type, erase.
Catching up in the way
you're already far ahead.
Never mind. It doesn't matter.

Messy hair,
no longer care.
Car's a mess,
too busy dealing
with stress.
Disconnected from
the present,
the past is
where it's at.
Bad life choices,
does my failure
help you get off?


Stop and stare,
you pass by in
every aspect.
Uneducated trash,
the one that
doesn't care.

It is about choice.
You have the
ability to choose
how life shapes you.
I am not the same anymore.
I change,
I rebuild,
reflect.
There is coincidence.
Going somewhere instead
of another place and
somehow meeting
someone that
changes your life forever.
There is decisions.
You decide to
find him,
you decide to finally see him.
You decide you both
deserve something up close.
But there is no fate.
There is no magical hand
somewhere in the sky,
moving us around and playing
a nice game of chess.
I hope you learn that one day.
I hope you are the one
to control your heart.
I hope you understand
everything you deserve.
Life doesn't wait,
it's not fate.
It's your choices,
your actions,
your decisions.
It's your heart and
it's everything that will
always matter.

I find the
things you hate
and the things
to make
it known.

Was the purpose
to string
me along?

Or was it
to bring
light to
the things
that are
much
too
late?

I have
no choice but
to go searching,
looking for life in eyes
that watched me when I
was a careless teen.

I search but
I am never to touch
or speak where I
am not wanted.

You have grown
big and chiseled,
looking so dandy and
chipper.

I could ask
if life is being fair,
if you're finding
everything you wanted.

And you can tell.
Notification of
who viewed it last
probably, or
you just know because
it's what you wanted.

Having the one
who you spent time
pinning after but
turned out to be
so carelessly blind,
on the verge
of tears because
could that be
me with you?

Enjoying the sand,
the bright sun.
Could we have had
that same amount of fun?

Doing things without
remembering me,
I suffer from
being the
dumb
one.

too bad your jokes in a lab
couldn't have been as funny as
the joke you made of me.