Certain roads will beckon, haunted in their calling
enticing dreams, caress your head in pillows soft,
surreal, they wield black magic
leaving you stranded on roads unimagined, to unravel
dragging home, long through
dirt and gravel

my bones shift and crack under my skin
like they never have before
i can't tell if tension is coming
or going
or sticking in my temples where it is so familiar
bones shape me
make me
these bones seem to hate me
they need another way to escape me

i am not doing so well

There once was a prince
On a planet far away
A prince who liked to think
Of flying far away
He liked very much
To think of places so new
Of places with color
Like red, purple, or blue
Worlds with emotions
And rolling hills that sang
Stars who laughed
Or cried where they hang
Where ballerinas clapped
As the mundane people danced
Where enemies were friends
And lovers entranced
There only would be happy thoughts
And even Kings were never mad
Where at night there were celebrations
For the moon not being sad
And the prince just sat
On his planet alone
Thinking up worlds
He would never come to know
For the prince only sat
And he would only think
And never leave his planet
Except for when he blinked

Sometimes tears are beautiful
As they wave hello
To a smile
As they trickle down
Your cheeks

But sometimes tears are ugly
As they sneer
At the blood
That trickles down
Your arms

I am in love
But also at a fault
For I want to write poetry
But seem I can not

When you are in love
With a boy, the sky,
Or typewriters
You should write poetry
About eyes, clouds,
Or late-night novel writers

So what do I do
When I can't do what I do?
I write, silly,
A poem about you

I tried not to fall in love with Mila for she was broke
She who hid her crooked honest smile
Holding her coffee every morning
I said hi, she just never noticed I was the one that cared
Her eyes screamed 'help me'
Help me from myself
But no one could ever understand
She who sat alone in the mornings with her writing pad
She who walked alone staring at objects not eyes
I smiled at her everyday, she never looked up
She who probably cried every night
Everyday day
All the time
..
One day Mila walked towards me
I sighed in disbelief
She stared at me with her big brown eyes and said 'Keep this for me'
She handed me her writing pad
She walked away soon
I waited till the next morning
She never came.
She with her absence
She with her obscure self
She with her unveiling silence
All she needed was help
..
I fell in love with Mila
A love that was spurred from afar
For it was no possession
Admiration that was all
She who I could've helped
She who was so beautiful
She who understood how much life was doomed
She who's soul didn't belong here
..
Mila killed herself, for this was not her place, she went to try another universe
I'll be joining her there.

Adolescent smokers
Rather wicked minds
"They're just trying to be rebellious"
Maybe, but there's many different kinds

Time to pick my poison
Originality is dead
My peers start and yeah, I follow
Towards a sign with "Cigarettes ahead"

"But they'll **** you!"
So? Do you think I care?
When I die young cry over my casket  
Because even in death I've got
better hair

I actually really like them
Something id never dream id say
It's hard to pass up the pleasure
of exhaling your worries away

Addiction is an ugly word
And it's not something I crave
Therefore it will not be tolerated here
Or I'll send you off, without even a wave

i stole six pairs of earrings today
while making small talk
in a jewelry store that caters to the masochistic
and now i am
pinning their wings up on my wall
to display the reward
of quick fingers
and plaster of paris smiles

i didn't even really want them
i took them from sets
i wanted to see the missing holes
and there was no bin to put them in
now i have little secrets
pinned up on my wall
they join others
that i took

i don't mean to steal things