what doesnt **** you makes you wander
those frozen minutes drag out longer
what doesnt **** you makes you ponder
hearts no longer growing fonder.

hold on for dear life
before it throws you off the edge
sometimes its all you find that's left
it gets too hard, sometimes
for us to remain in line
but don't cry, little soul(dier)
everything will turn out just fine.

Once,
I asked a real writer
for some advice,
how the craft was done
& the answer was quite simple,
I was told to just
"Write."
And when I thought
I was finished writing,
to write some more.
Write in the morning
& in the day
& long into the night.
Use pen & ink
to spill your blood.
Don't ever let up,
keep the pencil to the paper
& bleed some more.
Bleed until you're bled out.
And when you're bled out,
squeeze your dried carcass
into words
that readers can understand.
Don't ever give up,
don't ever stop,
not until you drop,
leaving your heart behind.

Lonely rides along
A shadowy figure breaking hearts
His sad lot in life

You never touched me,
But your fingertips found lips
And entered, in dreams.

Yes, I want perfection
Efficiency I seek
Unless my words are faultless
I never dare to speak

Yes, I want prefection
And no, it's not a crime
Instead of looking foolish
I'd rather bide my time

Yes, I crave perfection
My flaws, so very many
Through many years of looking
I've not discovered any

Yes, I want perfection
And no I don't regret it
As yes, I seek perfection
But know I'll never get it

Golden infant, left abandoned, in a world you'll never know,
Cupid found you bathed in sunlight
And he froze you in the snow.
You are sleeping, I am weeping,
Both for you, and she who fled,
She will keep her grief so secret,
You will never leave your bed.

You can burn all the candles you want,
throw chicken bones all over the floor,
even consult the tarot,
but it doesn't matter,
the results will always
be the same.

I've got a spell on you
& it can't be broken
unless you know
the magic words.

last night i had a dream that you picked me up.
i got into the backseat and you said,
"you can sit up front, you know?"
so i did.
sighed and said, "better than my own
bed."
and you laughed beautifully because
you thought i was kidding.

well maybe i want you to objectify me
one more time before i never see you again.

i didn't mean to feel that way,
i didn't mean to let it get this far.