Sometimes I'm high
and way of in the sky
I find peace
tripping out of classrooms and landing on my front teeth
spilling **** water like secrets i wasn't meant to tell

Sometimes I'm too high
and The clouds ripple around my head like mountain peaks
scrapping the ******* sky
sky scrapers got nothing on me i use them as shoes scrappers
take the **** of my feet,

Sometimes I come down
and i transform, curling into a space plane
sub sonic I'm pealing back the atmosphere,
red hot to the touch my existence is on another plane
more often then not though...
i wish i as here

Sometimes I just need a hit
just one,
please
Keep me up
I don't want to go down
I dont want to fall again,
because my fingers are singed and my hair reeks of smoke
my clothes are *****, and my pokets lined with coke

I love you,
no
not you
her.
in my cone peice
in my lungs


*e
x
h
a
l
e

A poet dies not when he looses the will to live
But when he looses the will to write

Take a little bit of this girl,

I will show you what I'm on,

is this  not the beginning of something ?

It feels like we're living too fast to fall asleep,


Take a little hit of this girl,

I will show you the way tonight,

And I promise,

That this could be everything you needed,

This could be everything you dreamed of,

And I won't waste a minute of time that we're living

I won't waste a day less I'm wasting my days with you,

I won't waste away less I'm wasting away with you,

and the world will end, not with a bang
but a whimper
a simmer
a cry
a soft sound echoed through thoughtless walls
a trusty hounds screams retched out through countless mauls,
the humanized mother nature we've created has been branded
with logos,
so without us, the Starbucks oil rigs pulling black blood from our soil will collapse
the fields of fast-food will be left to rot,
the web etched network of roads will crack and loose luster
we are the earths bad ex girlfriend,
because when we go, it will sting for a bit
but after a little while, no one will even know that
*we
where
here

time lapses and fat rats run in packs
spit wads like cannon ***** the classrooms a war zone,
the geeks have the technological advantage screens spitting words of fire
faster then  fingers can type them
the jocks ridding high have the big desk
the largest land mass,
and the biggest muscle mass
brawling in tight lipped alley ways among themselves the power struggle is as real as the love club
The corner crew is torn up by their civil war
along with their own wrists, their forces bleed dry before the war has even begun
combat peaks at lunch time,
that special point of the day,
where cheerleaders jeer on skateboarders with glee
and the smokers slip away,
because when the car riders come ,
their cavalry fed in gasoline, you know the swooners will come in swathes so ripe and clean
to beg and plead and please and tease and trip through halloweens
so dont you say school is easy
dont you try to tease
my school yard is a battle feild,
and its a fight  i loose with ease

im skipping through the day,
flying away like fairy dust and dripping gold like a caramel bar
grinning ear to ear like a Cheshire cat
because most everyone is mad here
and im not altogether here myself
3 parts infected  2 parts sane and 7 parts mad
my heads on a spring like a bobble necked pin
not here !they scream not here!
so my mind leaves,
truances my classes skipping through feilds of poppies and clovers
where all the rainbows end
my Conscience  can hide from the lies my eyes tell
so ive lost it 12 pence at a time,
rounded down to dimes,
raving lunitics prance here, in the halls of my brain
10:16 like its 420 again