Laying in a bed of flowers,
Built on your words,
Alone,
A mane of hair framing my face,
Your body blanketing mine,
Toe curling kisses,
Your mouth to mine,
Sighs & moans bouncing off our bodies,
Intimatetly bound underneath the sheets,
Nails to back,
Gasping for breath,
Your hands guiding my hips,
Making love to you requires no skill,
Only love and free will,
My eyes stare into yours,
Sweat dripping down your face,
I realize Id always want you,

The last time I heard "Beethovens 5 Secerets", I was in your arms. Writing amazing poetry. It came on tonight, ***** shuffle. My heart stopped & I danced & for the first time in weeks I didn't have to miss you, because your feet were next to mine...

I’m as poor as a rich man, but I’d buy it every night for the rest of my life.

Please shove more violent words down my throat, driving me closer & closer to that black hearse. I never meant to disapoint you...with shakey fingers I etch out my goodbyes across the smooth cold tiles. That empty place in my chest, filled with sorrow. I wipe the makeup off my face, I don't want to meet God that way. I don't want to disapoint anyone else. They say the first 20 years are the hardest. But I know 40 year olds that never got up on their feet. I won't be like that...I won't be like that. And when you scream out, help me it echoes off these dungeon walls. Sobs come & go like the ocean tide, Ocean I'll miss you. And they say to grieve the living not the dead and most of those who never knew love and love I'll grieve you. It's a violent time this life, I can tell You how you'll make it. take a deep breath & fake it. But I cant, because I'm selfish. So don't grieve me when I'm gone, just walk the art galleries back home. You'll find me there...

I want to hide myself, in a forever fall.

Moving today, packing your things. A couple states away, hometown. You said, when I get my phone back I'll delete your number first, I can't have anyone from my old life in my future. And I know it's going to hurt. Eight years of amazing friendship. We have such an amazing past, I don't understand, why can't we make this last?. Its going to be a fresh start, I hope you know. You know.

I'll always remember that day in the city, when your sleeve slid, up what was under wasn't pretty. A bunch of slashes and scars that screamed out MY PARENTS DONT LOVE ME. But I loved you so much that day, because we matched. I knew something about you, that you didn't know I knew. Something so personal, right down to the core. All of your flaws, I loved you more. I got another instant message, a couple months later. With, a got to tell you something across the screen. You told me all your problems, and where they all layed. In a perfect little latter. Across your pale skin displayed. I told you about how I knew, and how mine were just like yours. A friendship build on battle wounds. Who knew mine were like yours. I sit here & think here. Recovery time, will be eternal eight years of friendship. All gone, in one instant message.

He pulled the fire from her core, ******* beckoning a silent O from her lips.
They found her six feet under,
Burned up in the coal,
Her frost bitten finger tips still cold.

This ones for you.

I call so many men daddy a night, I named this stage in my life fatherhood.

No man,
Tells you his life tale over a cup of tea,
And a good solid book,
Or a beautiful painting,
It comes out,
As he's lacing his boots up at 6am,
Hickeys and bite marks on his left shoulder,
His cologne still fresh on the mangled sheets,
He forgets your name a couple times,
As he's babbling about his past,
About the time,
His momma dropped him off on the first day of middle school,
And never came back,
Packed her **** and left,
Headed west he said he believed,
Leaning back against the pillows,
Letting go of the built up air in my lungs,
I closed my eyes,
As he whispered thanks for the fun dear,

Today I did all the good things, my hands shook, my knees knocked and almost got swept out from under me, I asked questions and sweat and swore under my breath praying you wouldn’t notice.

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.

Crouched down on the bathroom floor,
The moon overtaking his tear filled eyes,
His lips brushed against my ears,
You let them steal your light,
I said I'm sorry as i dropped the knife,
2:07
Step it up,
Or step out

I fear men in suits, with fresh apples for heads. Black and white profiles, bayside views. Falling in love when life is just one big satire. God's ink pen is running out, just like you...

From time to time, I'll check my email. Sort through the spam & useless adds. Right to the old messages, of yours & mine.

Funeral this evening,
They say they'll bury you at sunset,
I feel nervous inside,
Not because your dead,

Insides twist, and leap away from my heart,
My scatter brained emotions,
Always fleeing with the start,
They're going to bury you,
I'm scared to throw the Rose on your casket,

After work in the bathroom,
I'll smear gloss across my lips,
Shadow on my eyes,
I'll have to sign my name in a book,
To prove I was there staring at your dead face,

My favorite part about funerals,
Are the driving in the car,
Slowly creeping behind the hurse,
Your last car ride,
They'll bury you at sunset, it'll be beautiful

It hasn't even been ten minutes yet,
Already outside sweatpants hanging off my hips, you can finally see the bones again,
A ciggerate between my lips so quick,
I don't have time to remember that I don't smoke, but the offer was there so why not take it, I've got more toxins in my body I can handle it, cold hands on colder concrete, I can hear the boys next store talking about me, they say I'm a broken bird in a world where I'm forced to fly,
They whisper the words pathetic, yet have never outstretched a hand to a childhood friend, who's dying, trying to believe in a God,
When every else knows she's lying, the unforgivable sin always dancing in, her brain, a mess, a wreck. Her heart, a detached chain link fence, always looking through but never reaching, and she's sick and tired of all the needless beating, the 3 am screaming, knocks on her bedroom door during the night send her reeling into terrorized wakings, remembering who's always on the otherside waiting, what did she do wrong this time, like living in the hood, but all her family thinks it's good, the way her parents raised her up. They don't know about the glass and beatings and the blood. Cause she smiles, & Yaweh smiles they use to say, but it all leads back to a scared little white girl in the suburbs, sitting on the porch step, asking God what he's doing, she cries out," lord my love for you is abundant some days I get lost in it, 1 hour of intimacy and feeling wanted, I walk away broken and daunted, sitting on a porch stoop waiting for the next train to come by, you won't see me in the morning"

I will pack up myself, into the card board box I started out in. I will roll away my emotions. Ship off my words, and say farewell to myself. P.S If I don't wake up tomorrow, you can keep my 7.96 cents & all of my Harry potter movies.

What made you call a ***** a *****? I mean you asked for it? Dressed for it? Wanted it? Are you the ***** or she a *****? Is me a ***** or he a *****? Did you get lost in the infinity of self acted human nature? Where we move together and we're all ****** on same levels screaming out names of Devils that sleep in your bed.

And oh my god, does the brown bleed into the white. Across the lake, you made your home. Smooth legs, & strong *****. That's how you liked your women. Optimistic, unrealistic I wasn't enough. Rowing back home, on my sinking boat, this useless canoe.

I can never find peace.

I want my chest to stop aching, I want to know that I’m leading myself in the right direction.

Snot nosed pilgrimage, from the left to the outside of the bank. Spending New Years alone. Thanks

I like the beat, the shoe makes on the steps,
Skipping three,
Flying down flights,
Down down down,
Who is a man, that lays his hand on his lover,
& calls it tough love.
Up up up,
I like the beat, shoeless feet make on concrete,
Cold or hot,
Naturally hurts, but it feels good,
I hate beatings,

Feeling a little bit crazy,
Lifes getting kinda hazy,
Is this more than a crush?

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

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.

The element of suprise is delved into the path of how tiles are placed. I sink my toes into your love, just one more dip.

I could fight you, I could fight you. If I wanted to, if I wanted to.  Yet you have your hand gripping me tight, and we won't fight, fight, fight. The light light light, keeps me tangled in your sight sight sight. Sigh, and focus.

There's another she, waiting for me, to ***** up, another poet with all the "knowets" I'll never have, it'll callborate in my mind, rewind, rewind. To when I thought I was perfect, worth it. Playing games with a fairy tale life.

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

Something was done, now that I'm driving consistently. I don't have the time to write down the thougts, that come across my mind. I wonder if it's worth it to die, my flame wiped out on this very road. Blood mixed with metal, fibers of well written verses.

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

I sneezed my backbone out,
It's okay you didn't have much of a spine anyway.

Lick the sap off the nape of her neck...count the rings on her thigh, is she legal?

It sounds like blue

I live for rainy days,
Up hill hazes,
And beautiful gazes,
At a boy who says he loves you,
Only after midnight when he's other girlfriend is fast asleep,
Wandering through a wheat field in mid July,
Sunburned back,
And heated heart,
God give me the strength,
The orchard is my home,
Bees everywhere,
Apples ready to pick,
Winter cold and frosted,
Across your concerned brow,
We stay cold, you refuse to light a fire,
You're the only one who says sorry with a smile,

I found God in the rafters of my third apartment that year, as a kid would only think.
To think nothing of everything, fall asleep each night. Glittering swords that spin & white horses predestined. I found God in the top bunk in our three bedroom rancher. Only ten, with a knife in hand. Ready to go back on what we had planned. Scriptures do no good, when you can barely see through the tears, running into your ear drums. Loud as the screaming on the other side of the door. as my sweet savior, wrapped his arms around me. I breathed in tranquility. A sigh of protection. Father I need you now. I'm losing my footing on the comfort that I will not make it anywhere. The bruises on my back, means tee shirts this summer. I'm not ready to face the world. With the wounded eyes of a child, ten years old.

Quiet angry words, are always the loudest,
Whispering, *******,
Is like a shout into a black hole,
Billions of light years away,
Echoing back,
Leaving me bresthless,
Łïpš stinging,
I won't have to say sorry,
And you won't see my apology,
In my tear stained eyes,
You won't ever see me at all,
You're two thousand plus miles away,
With your toes in the sand,
A girl laced into your arms,
Of course a cold bottle in the other hand,
Your fingers strangling the neck,
Always flirting with death,
I wish you loved me
Dad

Lifes a pair of pliers, a dog chained to a tree.
But beauty in it, there's grace for you & me.
So for now, I'll float; in this continuess river.

Silver spooned hips curved into a harsh bite, Eve took a chunk out of her middle, one forbidden night. Empty promises of fruit forever bearing, shady trees and welcoming gates. Now she crumbles in this wasteland of frightful sights. Every month scarlet blood runs down her thighs in disgust they shame her for Eve's Lies.

Haha bye college

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

I saw an angel honking his wings at me

Aloneness; void of occupancy.

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.

He remembers me,
And the passion I speak with & bad punctuation and exclamation I write with,
He remembers me,
And the bad times I've had, he tells me goodmorning, no matter the night we had.
He remembers me,
The fine details, of the way his fingers lace with mine.
He remembers me,
Like the tide remembers the sand below,
He Knows me,
When we make love, you wouldn't know there was anyone else in the universe but us.

A lady in the streets, but a cuddlier in the sheets.

I'd sink into melotonin masterpieces, but in scared I'll wake up and you won't be there.

You tangled every curl that frames my face in your mind. I still can't comb the knots.