Burning
your own bridges
makes life
a longer
road to
cross...

the devil he is evil of that there is no doubt
he will twist your soul turn you inside out
he will sit in wait in the shadows of your mind
hidden in the dark hiding in the blind
he will do his best to take your soul away
there inside your head the devil he will stay
you must cast him out send him back to hell
then inside your mind  no longer will he dwell

more news to day on the missing plane
finding objects yet again
no ones proved its from the jet
not confirmed they cant say yet
families shattered with missing kin
faith and hope is wearing thin
time is passing so very fast
maybe soon be found at last
they may solve this sorry case
and proof at last we can face
help the families in there despair
and hope survivors are still there

I’ll run my hands through your hair and gather the thoughts that make their home in your mind. Grip my thighs hard enough to leave the bruises on my skin shaped like misconceptions and sin. And I swear that I’ll wear down that opposition the same way you wear down my patience. But patience is a virtue and momma always taught me to wear white. Oh, these words are getting stale as they sit on my lips, struggling to break free while I tell you this. That I don’t need, but want. That I don’t like, but love. That I don’t feel, but crave, and ache, and want, and need, and love all at once. A walking contradiction dressed in makeup and curls. Run away with me, I scream from the top of my lungs while I stand on the pier. Telling my secrets to no one but hoping everyone will listen. I’ll whisper my secrets in that bottle you gave me and toss it in the ocean hoping that it will get to you standing five feet from me. But I’m content with friendship, and I’ll live with the laughs and the look in your eyes when you say my name. I’ll store them away for another rainy day.

It’s one in the morning, I’ll sit with my head in my hands replaying every word you’ve ever said. And you probably won’t remember, but I feel that I’ve only just scratched the surface of your skin. I feel like the sea, calm on the surface but a whirlwind underneath. I still remember the way your hands felt wrapped around my back. And the way your legs were intertwined with mine as if to calm my heartbeat that went so much faster than yours. I can still smell you on my pillow, and you still linger in my head. A stoic statue of a man who for 20 hours gave me a glimpse into the private showing of the film he created. And you’re right, for as many times as I’ve watched the day come and go I have no idea who you are when the sun comes up.

the words being spoken are just lies swimming away from their death.
They retreat and spin in circles like its the hardest thing ever.
they cant see eachother because they are different
they dont accept eachother into their worlds because they have never seen it before
the change happening is what they are scared of.
they are scared of the similarity.
they are scared of the voices being screamed at them.
they are scared of the words.
they are scared of the truth.
it wont be accepted but covered with the glare of hate.
they are not what they want to be
they are someone else
someone hated
someone shamelessly hiding in the shadows not wanting to be seen by the better
they are wanting an escape
but cant find the right door to the right place
they are stuck in someones shoes
and the shoes are too small
they are running but stopping every other second because it hurts
the sizes are shrinking and so is their minds.
they cant grasp the idea of indifference
and it slowly kills them

i am a cork, set upon
the rapids today.
a storm, rising in
the darjeeling tea.
lightning, in the sugar jar
all bitterred up and jittery.

i am a feather, caught up
in a whirlwind,
on the edge of a cyclone.

running laps incessant, on the
hamster wheel,
of insomulance, that's me.


frenzied, fury, frenetic energy.
revved up, to beyond the max,
caught... ******* in a box with
bright,binding string.

claustrophobically, confined,
ready to explode,
my brain confetti, tizzy-fied.


why you ask?
            what's the go?

that's the ****** problem..

i don't know............