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.

The Sirens are in love with me.

I’m digging a hole so deep,
I’d rather continue to dig and dig and dig.

The calm winds bring thunderous predictions.
Bicycle rides send mixed signals.

The Sirens send backup.

A victorious guilt has won,
But I fear the next day.

The snowflakes come swimming in on May 1st, 2013.
I’m a lost body browsing for comfort.

The Sirens reach their destination.

A collection of material items,
Will only irritate the burn.

I haven’t lived for one billion seconds.
My mind is trafficking against my will.  

The Sirens have won.

I'm here still.

Little organisms swimming ever so freely
Birds fly home to feed the young.
And what does this grasshopper have?
Only, but self-confidence to live another minute
Finally it all makes sense.

Sound explanations opened up this complicated lock.
Do I know the circumstances for this delightful satisfaction?
Modest difficult thoughts pushed this innocent feeling downwards.
Gradually repeating towards the trouble-filled head
On no particular appearance she acknowledged consideration for her tears.
Somewhat this feeling sought to release uncertain of confidence.
“Lets just rummage our feelings together”

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.

Finding a cure
Won’t benefit
My addiction.

Picking through
The crops isn’t an advantage,

Shuffling around urges
To dial numbers.

Latin is the cure.

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

Consuming the uplifting beats
Produced by Killer Whales.

Casting lures in the Arctic Ocean,
Considering and contemplating.

Drinking a few cups of tea,
60 days without toxins,
Eating a few sparks of air,

Denying the soft memories
Guarding a sudden breeze
Exterminating the rancid conversation,
Painting blurry images of you
Harmonizing dead ends.

Undead thoughts breaching
The conclusions.

A little *** and spirit
Make days tighter



Easier moments
   dense air




Heartful silence
Islands hosing negative measurements



Singing folk tales

I see you browsing textbooks asking yourself, “Will I be thrilled defending myself?"
Others stare while you browse facts explaining your future.

I assume you’re a gypsy.
My vinyl collection has increased after you woke me up.
Every Snapple cap is being used currently.
While you slumber I’m frightened to close my eyes.

I’m a hypocrite according to myself.
Bleach the lies and the truth because you are lost in a world you’ll never solve.

These sentences are timed therefore I’ll never dream.

Who are you?
Look inside a little more through the exit
Breeze upon my mind until matter knows me
If you must consider me worthy
Look under the door mat,
There you will find a Rose blossoming
To its full peak, known as beauty
To consider this beauty, we step on the
Rose trying to reach its full peak
The sad beginning and the happy ending
Is all the Rose will consider

Recovering from intensive
Effective breakthroughs proven
I’ve just drowned.

As summer falls to autumn
So does our love.
Medicines will only make me motionless.
A bottle overwhelmed with a splinter of stubbornness.
Unimaginable, nevertheless a certain carved symbol pondered upon…me.
Line six doesn’t exist.

Belly full of water
Brush, spit, and repeat…

Temporary painted cobweb of ******
Crust, synthetic yellow, and discomfort

Constantly sightseeing shirts I don’t own
Slim, disproportionate, and underweight

My senior-prom photos exist, still
2009, RIP: Caniglia's Venice Inn, and tie-dye.

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…

This whole connection
Turned out to be a misfortune
A misfortune that I saw in my dreams

My dreams are
The only true inspiration
Drifting my life away

Always getting a
Head start on
The end

Patches of lies hover  
Overhead; turning, transforming, and ironically
Never meeting the criteria

Focusing intensively  
Never seemed
So helpless
To me

Airbrushing the ego
Rapidly before we
Overturn a mirage

Unholy methods to
Keep me from
Contacting old souls
Is keeping me alive

The beginning
Feels unbearable

I miss the years
I didn't have

Scriptures dealing with
Nostalgic by yours truly.

Remembering the mixed tips
Always rewinding time,
To a location above myself
Draining my body fluids

My emotions far
Too extreme blown
Away casually as
If I was
Old news lingering
Upon her dresser
Underneath photos of me
Self destructing to
A pure heart

The late nights barely living
Breathing is only an option
Tab the next line

It was just a hug
Maze that she put me
Into and I got lost

I knew you before you existed
The beating conscious in my mind
You somehow skipped right through life

Explorers declared the voyage
A lost cause during the layout
To confront their existence’s

Opinions approached the cockroaches
Spreading the lies and truth at the same time
But, they accepted the hypothesis

Nothing really happens for a reason
It’s just more of a bluff

Rolling around the liquor
Drifting hits of LSD
Ha, I would assume so

As I steadily rush away my feelings
Down this trench full of lost lines
I look over the waterfall only to confront
The reflection that isn’t there

Candles burning in melody
Drafts sneaking beneath the floorboards
The furnace is broken but I’ll build a fire for you

A hopeless romantic I’ve grown to become.

Every ounce of courage was brought forth,
Spilling my heart out to you.

A fool I am?
I resent nothing I’ve told you.

I’ll continue to climb for you.

You are the grains against roots
You are the pictures to the poems
You are the music to the seasons
Utterly mistaken for one, two years

Shifting your moves
Reconstructing images from the page
Searching new views
Resting your chin knowing
The crickets will never rest
The oceans will never forever forget you
The forest will be burnt

A paradox will be solved
For you, crashes require reboots
Setting leap year back once more

The flowers will forever
Bring you a demesne

You are a pastiche
Your voice is mellifluous
A formal fallacy resents
The starting line logically
Helping you recognize the beginning