You trend in my heart, when no one ever likes it

Bits & pieces of pixelated, ground up species.
We have conversations, but the conversing stops, when the lighting changes & the flirting fades. Between us we have nothing but a few soiled goods, & a bottle of cheap romance.


None of this poetry means anything, because your lips won't read the words. I knew you had fell out of love, when you...stop calling. The Cheez It's no longer held the same silly value. A back seat *****, you long forgot about.

I'd spend journeys, journeys with you. Lacing up laces. Crossed & laddered. Interweaving our emotions into one big shoe box. That no one will take off the shelf.

I feel nothing but a subtle head ache, missing & wishing the acid would kick in.

Eye sockets full of empty grasping hands. Penniless teletext marketers twinkling down bangers the lost boys cry. Be okay. Juicy covers, labeled lets do this again.

We collect things, for ****** adornment. Stash decohedrens inside a young childs brain. Expecting them to know the way out.
Nothing is as perfect as the final
Shot.
Exhale the photo copied cursed
Resurrection
This is our generation

You crack me up she said, as the pavement connected with the alignment of her cheek bones. And everything shatters....the sound of my voice will resonate in the place for eternity. Pull back you light posts, start thinking. Because the cracks in you will, soon connect with the cracks in be cement.

Perhaps, if I gather all the missing up, I could get one great big longing. Maybe that would be better. I've gotten use to this empty bed, your beautiful words packed up. They left my head.

Oh hello, oh hello. Brown bat, trap cat. Needle, consumption. Broken home, habits come to be redone by sons & daughters of guiltless mothers & fathers. We breath a sigh of relief because, that's not our kids. Street signs, bicycle rides. Not Ferris wheels. Blacks, against whites, gays & their rights. The only problem use to be if you are fat. But we lay that down, on the old tracks. The ones America doesn't use anymore. Instead we scroll through life, with a fingers & thumbs. Scaling stocks & bonds. We follow leaders with humor while the nation needs lead by leaders with the process of brains that we are only human. Not machine, just a man with a gun. A home, away from home. What if we just stopped. Consuming consumers.

God tear down pariah, minimiliests chopping heads off vantriliquests. Prospering, longing. Lord poor me out, even though my cup is half empty. I never got the chance to walk the path less traveled by. But when I get to heaven, I'll finally explain why I wanted to die. And my a young teen girl, will write the book I never got a chance to. Engines are mouth fulls when there's not fuel in the tank. We'll all float on anyway.

God, if your listening.

It won't matter how badly, you want to die.
How the cries just echo back.
they love you
The lies.

So you sit and you wish,
You could be bigger than the light that's,
Diminshing in your eyes,
You try to hold back,
The puke that,
You know is gonna come up anyway.

Tears well, like the welts on your skin,
Screaming unloved,
Into the oblivion,
Where is God,
It's time to show your glory.

Gory, back drops of blood stained tees,
Your ribs heaving,
Knowing that you'll die alone.


And why did you forsake me,
Why the rules,
Why the ridicule,
Why the hurt,
Slander,
And abuse,

How alone you are, your absence is a noose.
So real against my neck,
Cough, up blood.

Nothing makes you feel more fancier, more romancier. Than new underwear, & fine lace covering your *******. Underdressed, I've never heard of such a thing...

Send me back, all the unopened, postage notes. A penny or two for my thoughts. Lay me back against the cushion or your words. Be my bestfriend again, write me poetry you don't have to make me believe I am lovely. Just touch me, you were the only one who really knew what was going in below.

Fall for my one liners.

Making out with you, four simple words. Can't describe the amount of emotions, the explosions of atmospheres. Inside me. As you leaned in to say goodbye. Upside down, outside my car window. "I feel like this will be the last time I'll see you" your smirk still evident on your face. I yelled shut up, as the campuses walls quaked. I drove off looking back once or twice. You ran up to your dorm. Taking three stairs at a time. Till you got to the top of the world, so you could wave goodbye. Weeks went by, I heard about how you dropped out of college. How you're moving back to New York. About how you jumped off that boat. Into the worlds giant throat. And I cried, cried for a long time. Because I was just a kid, and now you're just a mystery. I still think about your crooked smile, and smashed up Doc martins almost everyday, please bring back the feeling of kissing by the bay. I salute to you, I salute to you. You dead dead dead boy, my bestfriend.

Clouded thoughts, like Cycloped clams. Shriveled up, beneath the sand. Wash away, gasp. Wash away, gasp.

Snaching up Galaxies, I can't remember if it was Jobe who declared "HOPE AGAINST HOPE" but it spoke to me. Flames sparked, the waiter looked at me like universes would be overturned if he would've looked away. Hope, against hope.

I'm late to meet my bestfriend in the entire world, average. Leverage, not special.

It always ends in ****, because the walls can't speak the honesty you need. Somehow you find the gratifying affection in watching other people make uncultured love in unkept sheets. We call this cycle, good enough. As our hollow hearts beat harder. Mass production of media, easily prescribed as a fault of technology. Mass media production is a man made reduction of ourselves behind glass emotions. Sickening potions, as you hit delete history. From your phones memory, but not yours kid.

If my voice could echo, I'd let you know. The sound of it bellows, through the great unknown. If sinners had wings, I'd stray from the clouds, curl right up. Into your waiting arms. And everything would hush...

I wonder if you ever ******* knew what was in that hole, that hole. That great divide in time & space. The ghostly masterpiece of your disappearance. If you've fallen in, did you die? Everybody knows your name, it was our secret place. A forged identity, a solitude of symphony's. All you ever knew though, was ozones. I'm starting to wonder if you became one. I sit outside the looking glass.

Making love to rhythms & chords. Hallowed out heavens, between my shaking finger tips. Gentle chattering, strumming. As the next verse comes around.

How do you decide, which song will be the last you'll ever hear. Sitting up, lying down, which position is your favorite? 1:09am are you really ready to die? Stomach sick & turning. Not like the raging thoughts in your head. Insert bullet here, now all the memories are dead.

forks are knives in disguise, slitting your wrist with each bite.

I pick things up, to hurt myself. Like knifes & alcoholic genes. Today, it was a red bell, with your little name. Scribbled across the front. I killed myself. Myself. Myself. Myself. Myself

And I will, read your works. Knowing which one was for me, when theres dots between the words & phrases begin to hyperventilate. About kisses & vortexes. Piano keys, and bad impressions. And all I will think about, is all the love we left. Between those paw print sheets...

You're so beautiful, hair kept up tightly braided back. Eye brows arched, cheeks highly pronounced. Lips lushesly calling for him, sweet salvia could bring the dead back to life. To your trained jaw line, swimming down your Pearl like neck. Diving into the collar bones, right before your heaving chest. Tan, trembling shoulders. Your body complete, your over flowing *******. Silk. Like hips, water falling, cascading into sweet secrets. We will go no further.

I don't know how to breath, you make dying so easy.

They think, you're kidding when you say; " I wish I was dead." Don't cry on my tombstone, you buried me long before I was dead.

It's so easy, to remain dead inside, while half the nation fakes a smile.

I'll keep you waiting...waiting...waiting...WAITING...WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO CARE!! ITS HARD TO LIVE UP TO ALL THE STRIFE YOU PUT ME THROUGH. I wish...wish...wish....WISH...WISH...MY MOTHER WOUDLNT HAVE HAD *** WITH A NONCOMMITING ******* WHO DOESNT GIVE A **** ABOUT ANYONE BUT HIMSELF....and I'll keep waiting...waiting...waiting...for someone to give a **** about me.

Romeo & Juliet, more like ***** & stupid *****.

Made spring feel like summer, you left before summer started. Hurt some, but I'll be okay. I write my best poetry half awake. No thanks, to you.

If I could've died that night, I would've to avoid contact. Failing to find out how fractured your heart has always been.

Heyo mayo, catch ya to be able too see you soon enough for the next few years ago when he was not immediately available from my house and my dad just called me a little bit more than one million people in the world to see my mom and I don't think that I have a great way of saying that it was the best of luck with your life and death in a statement issued by the end of the day before I go to sleep now goodnight everyone else in my head.

I wanna kiss you, & her & her & the freaky one.

Plucked the flying feathers from a young bird, to lazy to ask how they work. So she sits broken hearted, madly in love with the boy who named her flightless.

Age cried out with longing, as her young adult years; bled from her throat. Into a trash can.  Labeled wasted youth. Barely keeping her eyes open, she takes another swig. Blue moon juices coursing down her neck. Clawing it's way out through liquid fire. No one to hold her, on a Tuesday morning. It has nothing to do with the past, as long as she can't remember it. Stay sober kid, you won't regret it.

who...the hell am I...the world gently weaps to me...

Waiting for the poison to poison me. Liquid vampires in ship stares at the moonlight.

But as the blonde hairs, sway against your baby doll face. Your wounded heart beats, out uncontrollably. Were the selfies with shots, really worth the absence of memory. You only live once, they say that should be enough. But I'm someone new each night, so far I've lived a hundred lives. Wasted busy chasing, liquor not boys.

her mane built out of fire

Body

The tub is cloudy with blood, awapuhi ginger & mud. In a week from now you'll count the scabs & yellow tinted bruises.

Trace loose spines & backwards shots of ***** with trembling tiles.

Honey moon hum, humid hellos between half sucken cheeks. Hey ghost, red tail lights going north, I'll follow from afar. Out & about, God believes in you.

I waited for the chamber of absence to leave the extracting anomaly of nothingness of your eyes. They're still just as bright.

Hypnosis,
I drunkely post this,
You made love to a can of bud lite,
Too cool too cool,
Burnt ash on matts deck,
One hell of a night,
You carried me home.

You stole the word,"Nuzzle" from my vocabulary. It's a boundary I will not cross,
A lime light loss I cannot deal with. You're a warm cup of coffee beneath my finger tips, a little sweet; a little bitter. A Sunday night, you said goodbye. And never woke up in the morning.

Proactive hip gestures. To lady lusters. Do you know what it's like to have someone shove their hand down your pants involuntarily. Sip your free breeze bundles of Sundays. I'll float on.

And God I swear, I remember what that six stringed instrument sounded like. Before your sand dollar face washed away the memory. I don't play anymore, my heart is out of tune. I'll crawl back into the nonexistent plexi glass ordiment. Of your eyes.