I am nature's manifestation
I exist only for its purpose
To do its bidding and command.

I am a starless night
A misty magic morning
Gleaming until the night comes calling again.

I am Mother Nature's cry
Her young child upon the earth
I am hers forever.

I don't remember how or when we first met.
I remember the first time I like you.

I don't remember what I said
I remember looking in your eyes

I don't remember your girlfriend
I remember wanting to be the last.

I don't remember saying good-bye
I remember your smile as I left.

scars and scabs
hairy with dirt
awkward limbs
covered with fat
how is this beauty?
pulling, plucking
washing never clean
smoothing down
starving for truth
show them something real.

I've isolated you on an island in my mind
Piling my hopes for us and my thoughts of you to create the walls of a castle settled in the middle of the island.
My tears have filled up the lake around it.
The clouds in the sky swirled together by how dizzy you can still make me.

Whenever I need it, I take a picture of the two of us and sail in it to you.
Your smile greets me. Sweet eyes and warm hands.
Strolling through phantoms trees, I relive our best moments.
I can feel you there, running ahead of me.

It is only when I run after you, that I am shook back to reality
In the middle of my bed, not an island.
I can still try to chase you
You aren't there.

the words are gone and I can't feel my breath
grasping clinging to what was left

the words are gone and I am bare
whispers floating through the air

the words are gone and I need more
crying twisted left on the floor

She grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the dance floor,
And I thought, ****! I should hold onto these hands more.
So I did my best to impress her,
Palms sweaty from the pressure,
But I wiped them off, on the dry of my pants,
And reached over, to try for her hands.
Success! We rearranged our fingers until they were laced,
And my kind of dry palms finally felt her embrace.
So they began to sweat again from excitement and being hot,
And though Lost was on TV, I was hearing little and seeing not,
For my entire focus was on our hands clasped by my side,
And how at first I was so nervous, I nearly collapsed when I tried,
But now that are hands are together, nothing could go wrong,
And now are hands are together, as I had hoped for so long.
And I realized,
Her hands are like hot chocolate when the weather is cold,
There’s nothing more in this world, that is better to hold.
And you really start thinking, how they get all this in a mug,
And I can feel my heart sinking, because now I get a kiss and a hug.
But I still feel at ease when I’m holding on to her hand,
And so I was wondering please, could I hold on to your hand,
When we sit on my bed, play cards and just talk,
When all morning I’ve read, and I need to just walk,
When we drive circles in the city, and walk the same streets,
When we each get one headphone, and rock the same beats,
When I see you smile, and my heart power starts and can’t stop,
When I start to smile, thinking about flower parks and those **** cops,
When I walk you back to your room, but I wished you could stay,
When next time your back in my room, and I’ll kiss you all day.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I really like these and all,
But the best in when you hold my hand, for no reason at all.

The cube of your quirk
swaddles the malleability of each
gap, whistling bones in your mouth
sensing each flicker of the tongue,
where the start of commas halt,
and periods huff their first breath.

When you pause,
the temperature of Chicago's
bittersweet icing shivers once more,
good-bye's of sodden mittens
lacking any human warmth.

Let me tremble again,
an aura a sense of plowed gratitude
that reaches the confinements of
wingless teachings.

If your pupils would embark
to the shameful crumbs of soil,
passageway to mass of mind,
I'd delve deeper to blinded chambers,
the cooing a menacing siren.

EVERYBODY got ‘em a cell phone
pissant with not a nickel to pay his rent got him one
i ain’t got one or the quarter to use this pay phone
sittin’ there behind me waitin' for me to feed it
and hear that jingle like some slot machine that always pays out
temptin’ me like some shiny new toy
but i got two pennies and i ain’t even rubbin' them together
back then, back when nobody had no cell phone
i filed pennies down on the street to make them the size of dimes
when one of them dimes could by me a marshmallow pie
from a vendin’ machine at the bowlin’ alley
that ain’t there no more
but some cell phone store is
but that don’t matter
i don’t want no cell phone
i would like me one of them marshmallow pies
and an extra quarter to give this hungry phone
yesterday, some lady give me three quarters
and i give two of them to Jose to call his mama and sister
he gave me two smiles
i kept that other quarter to make a call
but couldn’t think of no number
or no soul
want to hear my voice
so i give that quarter to a little boy
who was all alone
and didn’t have no cell phone