Sun so bright, eyes watering only because of the fact that the sun is shining, running down the field full speed, letting your black blazer fly off,
Your muddied blouse forgotten, hair whipping,
But all your doing is smiling, cheering on your flying kite, a rainbow against the sky, it's more hot than windy, the sun beating down on your back, nothing matters, for those few short seconds, it reaches up toward the sky, forgetting the fear at home, I started building a castle in the clouds, it's beautiful I screamed, over the shouts, walking home your head hangs low,
Slowly having to bad memories put back, your rooms a reck, not good enough she screams, the tears start to fall, I wanted to live for the fun of the day, not work, work, work.

I glued my legs together with black berry jam
The sweetest spread

Quick sand, castle candles hold on to fragile paragraphs I forgot how to write. But I think writing forgot about me. And I burned all my fingers thinking about the pen pressed against my palm. The weird **** youre into. The glamour that rested on my hips. The tattoo under my left ***. You made it all worth it.

You counted the seams on my sundress,
Stopping at my hip,
The flaring floral pattern, opposite attraction,
Swirling spirals against thighs,
Fingertip lullaby,
Desire deepening in the heart of hearts,
The butterflys don't flutter,
All they do is kick,
The taste of your spit on my tongue,
As you kiss me like I'm the only one,
I'm afraid of heights, as I watched the clothes,
Flutter to the ground,
It's too late to turn back.
Swans mate for life.

I always wondered why in action movies, that they put all the main characters, most valuable heros on one plane. What if it blew up, everyone gone. Then I realized & laughed.

Dead soldiers boots, concern the hell out of me.

Your hands belong on my hips, pressing against the warm smooth skin, your fingertips dipped beneath the lace on my *******.

Unfroze hearts are bait on the sharpest hooks. It never thawed anyways.

A stranger asked me, how do you survive little one, being so gentle with such a wolf spirit residing in you. So much fire turned down to embers, you're beautiful. I watch you sun bathe, and you think you're okay, you're more than whats at face. For fifty dollars I'll take everything off your hands, I put them out; empty. You're burnt. Ra laughs at you. In sweet serenity. I don't believe in Ra. Yet he beats down on your back. You contemplate when he comes up & when he goes down. Even in the after life he is more productive than you. I smirked & said im nurturnal.

Apples for łïpš, since rinsed I raised the hips. Of your body, against mine.

I’d like to apologize for the skin I’ve separated. Severed and fileted in vein, literally. For the water fall rush of warm liquid that fills my palm, but doesn’t quench my thirst. For the pain I can’t carve out and can’t seem to get enough of. For the Carnegie that is my bathroom floor, an ice skating rink for the depressed.

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.

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

With every kiss, you draw me into your labyrinth of love. Lost in between the sheets and uttered moans of pleasure. We collide over and over and I am certain this is how galaxies are created..

Holly Hockin berry, died in her sleep.
She counted sheep, one got under her sheets.
It was baaaaaaaaaaaa(d)

I want a banana muffin & a monkey.

A clean slate on my wrist. Fall asleep with the fan off, you won’t be missed.

Start again or don’t, breathe again

No, I think I wont

I've got those ******* child blue eyes,
That make all the bad boys fall in love.

Melody, carpEt rug symphony,
Awake under water,
Fall back to sleep.

Prongs on a fork,

If I die before I wake, all of me is yours to take.

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

The way you say names, like each of them belong in your mouth. Falling from your lips. Sanctify these bitter solutions.

For the love of God,
Just love Him.

I'm not a poet, Im an adapter. Walking in a holy consistence, surviving off the exsistence of soulmates in the streets, strangers basically. I see words, inside pores.

Harsh winds remind me of your words,
    Having negative father figures in my life,
You've shown me reality, greatful, Im not blind,

I watch in the shadows of love, rustling the leaves, never putting my foot down,
I stay off the worn down path, watching naive girls frolic, dancing, only to be let down.

I'm not bitter, I like the forest.

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

Lot of liars built a fire, with tongues that speak in languages only Angels understand. You talk behind closed doors, and pray and pray and pray. Judas, open your eyes kid.

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

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...

will I be beautiful after the scalpels and the stitches?

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

Yoga on the water,

With every tale of a past adventure, you told me how you’re going to leave me in the future.

I’d rather play with my greasy locks, and complain about the residue on my finger tips than to drop my useless limbs into the bathtub

I opened the curtains wide open today. The sun beat through on one side making it warm, while the cold breeze tumbled by anyway. You're still not here.

I've burnt all ten fingers, trying to get your thoughts out of the toaster. You say you like boys, but you also enjoy girls. I'm so confused with myself. I love you, more than the light that goes off right before you close the fridge. And that half empty patch of grass we use to sit & talk for hours. We're not bestfriends anymore, I can tell by the way you shyly smile. Or the way you remeber me naked but don't say a thing.
I wish I could kiss all the insincere, goodnights off your lips.

Do this & that,
Get here with what,

I write when I'm asleep, not about counting sheep. But sheets & tangles, & screams. Long live the choked up words in my throat. You mean the world to me...

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.

Curvature,
The way my body blends, into a hour glass,
Long torso bleeding into wide hips,
I think I'm losing my ****.
Wide shoulders,
Almost nothing fits,

My alarm went over at 8:00am
I gave it the ******* & rolled over.
You weren't there.

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.

To die before July, would be an awfully big adventure.

Fall for my one liners.

I wish I could see...anything that meant something to someone other than me.

If this is all but a dream, I'll wake up tomorrow & go back to sleep. Praying you'll be, in the seams of my love...

I welcome the numbing salve, with open arms. Harps play in the distance, but I hear my tears hitting cymbols like tin roofs. I'll roast my heart, In a pit of stone. I knew you'd be back, coming back for more. Would you like the marrow, or my back bone. String out my veins, or make necklaces out of my brains. Radiohead, won't get out of my head. Beds & beds, unkept unconditional. What the hell. NyQuil solitude, two or three or four or five teaspoons. Later maybe I'll swim until I drown. Mid Atlantic breeze.

I bought a lot of fish today, and put them into one tank. All different colors, and all different kinds. Some mean, some nice, some big some small. But it didn't make me happy. I keep finding things to distract myself from the pain. My mom things I'm bored, and just good at spending money. I'm just Tryna replace ya pops

Shrink wrap your heart,
Sand it down to size,
It hurts when it beats so loud,
It echos in this empty void,
Q-tips & lips...stick,
To my brain,
Scratch your name in my eyes,
Iris lotus flower,
Flamable.