Imagine a balloon
So high up in the air all you can see is a red dot
With a string, miles long, connecting it to a golden anchor
By your feet
And you have a pair of scissors
Would you cut the string and let it fly into a mysterious oblivion
Possibly just a balloon graveyard, but maybe an adventure, where the whole sky is pink save for a few golden threads
Or reel it down and retie it on the anchor, beautiful, but static, only a slight wind to add any variation,
if there was ever even a wind at
all
Or would you cut the balloon, and take it with you, where ever you choose to go?

Celery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.

I am the sufferer and you are my God.
I thirst for ******* and defy you not.
I take delight in your daily abuse.
I am the victim and you are my muse.

Come to my door, and you will find,
no answer there from me.
For I have gone, I've left behind,
her aching memory.

I have gone away from here,
like birds across the sky.
Not in formation though, you see,
it is alone I fly.

A man I am no longer called,
my heart inside me dies.
Every time she turns away,
with sunflowers in her eyes.

All innocence she'll claim to be,
as she leads you to the ledge.
And at the last, her rosebud smile,
will push you off the edge.

And as you fall,
and fall,
and fall,
Your eyes behold the skies.
And see there, cast in cold hard bronze,
Those ****** sunflower eyes.

Yet as you strike the bottom rock,
no changes would you make.
'Tis better to have loved and died;
lived not for your own sake.

Her flowered scent is all you'll miss,
though she's your demise.
Her bell chime voice, her wholesome soul,
and those sunflower eyes.

J.R.A.S

I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.

I dreamt that I'd tell you,
  I dreamt I'd convince you.
I dreamt you would love me
and I too would love you.
I dreamt of perfection,
a dream so romantic.
I dreamt you would smile
and carefully panic.
I dreamt you would hug me.
  I dreamt we would both see,
together we're better -
  I dreamt you weren't choosy.
I dreamt up the ways
of how I could tell you.
I dreamt up bouquets
and a time and place too.
I dreamt that I told you.
  I dreamt that I could do.
I dreamt that it happened.
  I dreamt of a breakthrough.

instead i told you
at 3am   drunk   on facebook
*and i took it back the next morning