Spirals building affections
Feeling insecure
Please reload me another shot

Spinning around the crowd
Temptations growing under my fingernails
Trying is only saving me for another mistake

Life is a hoax
Please, please, drive forward against my thoughts

And that’s the end.

You gazed behind me
Roughly hosing your minutes
noting all entrances to the nearest exit,
Nursing my emotions unwilling to care for me
Let this chaos end to begin please.
I plead for you, baby.
Reverse, there will be a content position waiting in my arms.

A sentimental hug confronts the overbearing sigh.

Idling memories spraying views based in realm sleep

Gone you are only to return flourished in a new beauty.

I miss our dreams dearly my love.

I'm here still.

Skipping widely throughout
Your soul beginning
To re-wish my mistakes

Oh love
Oh love
Take my bitter cold news
And scramble the salary baby

Missed seconds sweating
Away holding your hand

Imagination spacing my vision
Told me to wait
In line forwarding back to you

Shooting stars crossing above
Reminding you of the content days
Loathing away next to me.

Perfection was based on you and I my love.

66 is some number
Upside down 66 is one step away from 100
As lonely as 66 may seem, all numbers are lonely.

You lying so calmly
Me lying so often
This equation solved
From the beginning

The chemistry
Was perfect beyond any lab
I’ve witnessed

The moments breaking
Down the atoms
Re-building during sleep,
What a waste of air

What a treat
It is to
Write for you
Darling

A steady beat followed us
For some time
Soon after what was once us
Only became the silent echo

Your offside comments spaced you
You truly are a master of short stories
You once were there with me
In a hollow bubble of joyous days resenting the future-

Onward till better moments preach your conscious

Keep your signs close
But keep your chin up once more.

I saw once a cloud.
Only reactions could see this one.



Goodbye...

As the seasons change
Beware what you think before
Mother Nature strikes

You two are pure for each other.
The roses are immortal.

My heart is glowing of a million suns for you.
My soul is at ease with a million moons for you.

History isn't relevant currently.
The present is the present.
Patterns represent the future.

Kitty litter has made it's way to the earth's crust.

The harsh dry winter days won't disappear.

I'm a summer baby.

Two dollars to wash one load of laundry in 2016.

1966 seems further away now.

Mainstream is the new underground.

My days of looking through fields are expired.

I've been sleeping around my routines.

It's been years since I have felt inspired; 2012.
Food is bland like my interactions with name droppers-

It's not always about me,
But it is though.

I can't have five seconds of silence without observing the nearest mirror.

It's not the point of making a point but thinking beyond "that" point, okay?

The sunflowers pass away every winter.

Why me?
Why not somebody else?
All I did was think about you…
You were the only one I really ever liked.
These feelings I had were so incredible

Nothing else was more amazing than you.
Your beauty would blossom like a flower
Once we broke up last summer I knew it was over
I knew you didn’t feel the same way
I don’t know why it went this way
You said it was you, but it was me.

I just think about the best times were with you so far
All those we held hands I felt nothing but you
The best time with you was The Bright Eyes Concert
Holding you in the rain getting my cast ruined was worth it
Because I was with you

You said it was weird when we hung out I agree
But what if I had lived closer?
Would things be different?
I will never know

I’ve tried so much to get you back
But in the end I failed…
I’m done trying I’m sorry I ever met you…

( Written 11/25/13)

Underling hypothetical reactionary
Forces between us
I step with caution
Understanding the imaginary boundaries.

Drifting thoughts –
A car drive
Now swimming in a river

Corals belittle dandelions
Crows eavesdrop on swans
Conversation sparking something

Daylight Savings protects humanity.
A westward expansion
An absolute truth

The clouds pester the prehistoric,
Awaking graves.
A spoken prayer,
for all life

And it’s all just
aqua.

Giving credit to those who deserve it.

Looking for ways to remember you,
The structure is blueprinted,
I need to finish our outline before earning your trust back.

Life at times feels about 24-hours,
I'm nervous to touch you.

I'm going to force the evil Gemini out and destroy him;
I'm not my father.

To make matters heart-fully correct;
I need to commit to my heart.

I'm surrounded by love,
Considering leaving all support for myself.

I think about the afterlife when I wake up.
Wanting to give up all desires is a nightmare.

I didn't do that.

The two are searching for her,
But she left only to come back.

The hand-print disappeared,
Because of science.

My new eye-wear won't scratch.
I paid a pretty penny for this set.

Goodnight.

Don’t copy paste me.
Water is a treat for humanity.
An introduction inspires fulfillment.
The loss of love intercepted Eros sleeping.
Excessive honesty paves structure.
A source abandons wisdom witnessing circulation.

Pause. Pause. Pause.

From grasping your delegate clammy hand to gazing beyond your existence, fewer have not.
Worshiping has discovered failure.
Destroying Spanish Flies to correct malicious actions.
The binding of profitably has anxiety.
Tabbing tab to tab permits demands.
wabi-sabi is flawless and unconfined
Discomfort falsifies imagination.

Proceed. Proceed. Proceed.

Making your bed while the moon is awake, slowly but quickly depriving arguments with you.
I have prolonged self pity, constantly rendering speechless moments with you.
The keypad begs to be touched.

Galloping through Nebraska summer cornfields.
Drinking natural crisp unsweetened tea.
Childhood reeks of off-brand gold antibacterial hand soap.
Mead Canary Legal Pads kept my father stagnant.

They keypad begs
The moon awakens slowly while
You argue and I pity the moments
We washed over cornfields in Nebraska
With sweat glazing our foreheads
And the scent gold Dial soap in the distance.

A canary pad,
A tan leather jacket,
A tray of amber glass,
A bunch of sour grapes

Vast unwanted prairies hovering on mediation techniques,
The primary and secondary sources exist,
A well-spoken dialogue isn’t contemporary for you,
To want a Trinity amplifies organization,  
The 5 love languages foreshadow “limited warranty”

Stomping elderberries while consuming champagne,
A 300-watt incandescent light bulb allows me to gaze through the negative of you,
Honeysuckles enthrall lucky moths,
Clones materialize formal breeding,
Standard, Somatic, React, Receive to Receive, and Idiom

Fantasying a gloomy unpredictable picnic for 2021’s lineup,
Freeloading basic cable complicates structure,
How would I consistently reboot without revolving doors?
How would the emergency signs operate without Pantone's?
Oozing tension, the adrenal cortex working overtime, and I lack a spine

Distorted flower burning by a touchstone
Flat benches extend, extend, and extend
Trappings collect cool and dark
Hound vs hound for a meal
The being with thumbs holds to the left
Reprising fruits of our labor
Rotten vegetables decomposing, warming me
Beanies not covering sound
Don’t block the tunnel
Pull and slide wherever

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