pure, white walls
stare back
at the figure
trying to stand up
on their own two feet.

said person staggers
and breathes
into the deafening silence.

it hits. hard.
like a ton of bricks
being swung at your chest
like a wrecking ball at a building,
it knocks you sideways
and you lose control.
everything becomes involuntary,
i don't even know what words
are spouting from my mouth anymore.

i hate losing control.
i hate this.

I'm not really good at not killing things
Especially the things I love

You gave me a rose bush
And I, and I lit it on fire
That's what you call desire

I'm misguided
My soul trajectory is off
Just like cupid plays with arrows of love
Sometimes God messes up
We are all astray



In this cosmic chaos
But I still met you and try love, you
In my misguided way

I try to put that soul into every cigarette I smoke
Inhale, choke, definetly definetly go broke
Because you can try
But, but it is all rigged like carnival
We're the ones telling ourselves the lies

We are Adam and Eve
As far as knowledge
We are only seeds

You can be certain of nothing
and anything
Superposition
You are, you are the fiction

Those petals, I want them to burn like those lies in September, the end the Summer kind of heat, humid like rainshowers above head in your throat in your lonely lonely bed.

So I put the cigarette down in an ashtray in a mirror house
I am tiny
I have breathed most of my life out

In ways my reflection is changing

God loved, us when he didn't need us. That speaks volumes. Words; to flesh. Tongue depressed, no longer. Because my King hung on that cross, & by His stripes we are healed. Made whole, crafted into beauty, not brutality. We were made, with a conscience capable of good & evil. Feed the wolf thaf leads you. You can't blame a God that loves you, forgives you when you hate him. You can only love someone as much as you love God.

If you don't love her,
Don't have *** with her.

Girls are so precious.
They are the core of wisdom and love
On this earth.
They are the living creations of the Most perfect art that men are lucky to Have the gift of being able to even be in their presence.

I am a male.
So as a guy, I speak enraged at my Fellow males who treat that perfect
Creation like an object.

Men take for granted the gift of being able to hold someone.
They take for granted someone who's beauty is immense for more than just her body.
They take for granted being able to spill their heart out to someone who will listen and love them.
They take for granted her smile, holding hands, her laughter, her eyes and the way they glisten under the moon.

Any man who treats women like a *** toy is not a man.

For **** sake, you take a woman, the only being in this world with more loveliness and grace then a heaven on white clouds, and you use her like a trophy.

Any guy who does this is the lowest **** of the earth.

To all girls,
You are all so gorgeous!
Never let a man break you down.
If you have to have *** with him for him to love you, then ditch him.
Find a guy who sees so much beauty in you, that he wouldn't even think of violating you.
Because you are all precious,
And deserve nothing but the best.

We wrote our love, in the seams of tomorrow's dream catcher. Praying they would last longer than reality. But I only sleep with pills, and jack Daniels.