Oh negative, why won't you be positive!

Liable to sit in a boat, & row forever..

Waking up weak, too weak to open a box, everybody's screaming, tantalizingly freaking, the world goes black, you end up on your back, in the emergency room, again.

He SCREAMED, " I want to be more than a clanging cymbal." I cut your front yard, but the birds ate out my eyes, so I can't tell if it looks good or not.

If you cracked a remote in half, you'd see my brains pouring out. Oozing between the buttons, the channels always stay the same.

******, ******, misinterpreted.
So wrongly guided.
Molded into hands that hate you.
I can't pick my head up this time...

***; is just a word mispronounced on foreign tongues. Either way, it's beautiful.

Id write about rocks trembling, but I can't get past your face..

Boxed TV, commodity. Finer print, bigger screens. Wider eyes, popped veins.

What friends, am I suppose to tag in, pictures that don't exist.

Frame gaps

I'll be a catipillar my whole life, I'm not strong enough to climb that huge tree, or go out on the limb. You are what you are & I am what I am.
I'll sit in the grass, & chew on a leaf. Admire your wings, longing to be as beautiful. As the butterflys in the spring...

I'm tired of getting on this site, and reading some other artists write, on someone else's site.

I'll be what you need me to be, for a second or a minute or a month. I'll turn around, and hold my gut. As you get dressed, I didn't think I would become a ****. I didn't even mean to...

Dead soldiers boots, concern the hell out of me.

Gilden, heavy blend, 400. Bleached towls, burnt noses. Bar code, sole shoes. Makes me feel the Blues. ***** mug, cute mutt.

It's frothy puppet hands, send my love to the depths, never to resurface again. The ship went down in 1902, two little girls & the first born son. The storm was ahead, hadn't even reached my bed. When I heard their screams from the lower deck. I grasp for grains of sand, I'll walk the plank in the morning. A father shouldn't lose all his kids at once, the world should be mourning. These wooden planks became my home, I'll sleep in the mast until God takes me home. Waves took my love, and sunk my soul in a treasure chest.

There was a snake in my dress this morning, her name was seduction. I have her a kiss before, she latched on to my wrist & ****** me dry.

It's 64 in cross roads, real feel 68.

In some types of art, your form could be completely  wrong

Go to bed, you're making my heart hurt Bryce.

It's easy to have ***, when you're already; partially naked..

My mouth is like a garbage disposal

Be honest, is this what you wanted, your skin is still under my finger-tipped reach, my lips find your neck, like an over ripened peach, you taste so sweet. The canyons between each muscled tendon across your abdomen, know my tongue, every part of your body, wander lust.

Thanks I got it from goodwill...

Holy Monistary, three stringed guitar. I'll sing you to sleep, my little sun star. Wooden rocking horse, tall grass heart throb. I'll keep you at arms length, till im dying for a hug. This chair goes back & forth. Tell me when this distance is enough.

1933 Alice in Wonderland, Paramount Pictures.
Grasps my attention, even when my attention isn't grasping the fact that you're all I'll ever want...

Saw my feet off, hang them out to dry. Maybe lll be able to feel something, if I don't bleed out & die

God told me our fingers & skin match like clay & paw prints perfectly. But I rubbed the dust off your wings. I didn't mean to make you not fly.

In the shower lullingly, he's outside the bathroom with a belt. I don't want to get out.
Slugs & spiders tail.

I can hear you sun star, Avalanche. Madison get your *** up stairs. I ground my palms into the pavement more assure less allure. Sick inside from all the catastrophic disgusting beads of demons in my throat. Id put my foot down but it'll bleed threw this side walk. Two horns & a pitch fork, you gruesome step dad. I know that when I get home, I'll be dead as dead could be. So I'll drive to the nearest cliff. I hope your proud of me. I understand why it was important to write with number two pencils all my life. And when you go to meet God it should be when you're looking. Nice. God I look like a ****.  Xanax DIDNT shut me down like it shouldve. I can hear your screaming now, out down that wip I'll wipe away my own tears. I'll cover up the marks on my back and neck. And tell you I'm sick. Sick & dying. This tile gravity formality is freaking beautiful. If not just Angels, lord take me home. This musics so loud, I took apart my neighbor with a ***** driver. I lost the nuts & bolts. I wipe eyelids on the steering wheel. So sick to my stomsch

Silly worms, impregnanting ovulated pennies, coin star hearts, puking in starburst wrappers, hug the bed post. I walked with buddhas father, along the ivory tower. gravel in my eyes, make me see brighter. Than the post in yours

I remember when my brother & I would play pretend therapist on the docks in summer time. He would scream, they're just lines on a board I don't see anything.
It's funny because now you're twenty, & I'm picking you up from therapy. You grumbled as we drove home, "that chair isn't comfortable like it use to be" I slammed on the breaks, and realized they're just lines on a board, I don't see anything.

It'll break cause it's just plastic.
Map out a conquest, a Great Dane on my lap,
Welcome home mat, I burned with a match,
Matt died last spring, April first wasnt a joke,
May 9 is the first time I'll drop acid,
It won't go bad, I hope.

10 seconds of insane courage.

And besides im about to ask you a horrible question. To that I say, keep your lips sealed shut. The aftermath will be horrendous...

Cut jeans into shorts, a bra for a top, & *** kickers for feet. Can't wait for tonight.

I don't understand simplicity or the beauty in it. It's hallow & holds nothing worth keeping. It is a book on a shelf, the first hole on a belt. A guitar with no sound. I don't want to look at life, I'd like to live it. & if the road I have to take is bumpy & jagged. I'll sure as hell ride a office chair tied to a crate full of aligators. Snapping & gnashing their teeth. if we fall into the freezer, for a deep sleep I hope my body is torn to shreds, my heart to a pulp, my mind a wasteland. Dried up in a draught, I'll give you all this wisdom. If you're fed up with simplicity.

The air conditioner turns on at 12:23, I just want to sleep. Not freeze my *** off, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Hope found its home on my lips, you can find rest on my chest after you're done sleep walking...

Someone wanna come on an adventure with me? We don't have to come bank, or maybe we won't ever have to leave...

If I lie in the bathroom half awake, the blood draining from my veins. Me & Mr Lucifer felt so much despair, he sat beside me and braided my hair. Wrote poems on the wall, I wish it was in you to be more caring. I have the boxes of seeds, I'll plant them in the tiles. Capturing sun flowers & daisy a in my garden of hate. I fall asleep to the sound of flushing toilets.

Sleeping with your back to me, does not put walls up. Just leaves room for...more kisses and petal touches. Typing poetry into the pores, letting them sink in. You sigh, falling deeper asleep. I pull at the hair on the nape of your neck. Wrapping my arms around my mate, keeping him direct. Directly in my path, in my sight. I glance the the muscles conjuring the light...

Where's my zig zag,
I watch you sleep on the elephant pillow,
Small talk,
Sick whispers,
Light hops,
Down steep staircases,
You drift back to sleep,
Leaving me in reality,
It kills to see you this weak,
Under the weather,
Under my sweater,
I keep my heart clenched in the fabric,
You grumble,
Your chest rises & falls,
You're alive.

If I let you down easy, would it be okay. That I've reserved my love for another, but maybe some other day.

I look at the cracked screen, blistered. Shards ripped, fell into the earth. Glass on my hands, glass in the dirt. Glass in my feet, it doesn't really hurt. Glass in my brain, not fully comprehending what I've just done. Grounded for life, & one broken phone. I'll pay for it to be fixed, I pay for it anyway. But what I pay for most, is the lack of responsibilty. Please lecture on, about my carelessness.

If I look down, they'll be a thumb print. Branded on my hips, from all the nights you held me. Melded together, perfect minerals

And I know that I want you, I could dress all your wounds. Wrap them in silk, kiss the pain off your shoulder blades. Love like felt. Feel the tension uncoil, fleeing your arms. In one simple embrace. Forehead kisses, nuzzling noses. This picture puts me to sleep.

Of atheism, you want to be the God of your own life.

Love is just an awful tendency you try to stray from.