you always said smoking would **** me,
but I never knew you meant it would be karma for stealing cigarettes from my mom.
I cut the pizza into thin pieces,
so I wouldn't feel bad when I said I ate three.
I was going to rhyme home with phone, but they don't rhyme,
and I was going to quote some famous person,
but I don't know any famous people,
so I couldn't ask permission.

Last night, you said you would call,
but you didn't.
I feel fine because I didn't feel like talking anyway.

So, uhh, when you get this,
just know I called because I knew you were gonna call,
and I wanted you to know I'm not mad.

ok, bye.

I've been pretending to be a pair of legs,
making the rest of my body disappear.
Too bad I just covered the top half of my body in mud,
leaving my skin dry and cracked.
I got sick of waiting for someone to walk by,
so I went into town to look for a friend.
It was too dark for me to see,
and I couldn't turn on a light if I wanted to be invisible.
someone saw me, and they tried to steal my hat,
that's when I killed them with my nail clippers.

They loved each other once
in that place so long ago;
but no more.
no more foolish dreams;
no more restless nights;
no more waiting for the time
because the time is now!
Time to let go.
it isn't alive anymore,
only a memory;
what was true once,
is history now.
Goodbye.
for the last time.
She loved you well.
But you can't haunt me anymore.
(c)KF05

I love you number 8, your bug eyes,
sure bug guys,
****,
it's just so ****,
when the camera zooms in on your face,
and you've got the ball between your legs,
I know you're looking to score a goal.

Coach, you can teach me how to play,
mmmm.

You've got your pads,
like I've got mine,
but only when it's half-time,
****!
commercial.
I guess I can go ***, and eat,
but I must hurry,
cause I don't wanna miss a single move you make.

what the **** is up with spain?
using their heads to score,
as if that even feels good,
use your ******* feet!

iFUTBOOL!!

she sat up, screaming, singing her songs
the magazine glued to her face
she wanted to know everything,
she couldn't help being curious;
It's interesting stuff.
She wanted something from everyone,
but it always seemed to turn around on her.
She was upfront about ***,
and her alone time.
Laughing at what the doctor said,
and yelling at the people on the streets.
She'd never believe how fast it went,
her adolescent years.
Her expectations were too high to match,
she was out of her league when it came to those sorts of things.
When she did believe in something,
it was something she made up,
or that you showed her to her face.
She's the kind of girl,
that needs to see it,
and touch it, and feel it.

paradise has been claimed
by the force of the world
stolen from me
like all of my being
now drowned by by the wave of
present.
I will be there for you,
i never was.
i am now, so i feel,
here left like all of the world to
tend for my shards of moments,
preserved
archived
saved
we bleed a million times
by each others hand,
what could we possiably have
done.
fear wraps its worldly vice
it grips me, and i must go
keep
my escape to paradise
or just the feeling of your love,
and mine.

All the coins in your pockets,
everything I've ever given you.
in the washer
in the dryer
burning in the back yard,
like those notes,
and the pictures.
subconscious attempts to hurt you
the attempts of escaping everyone else: equally beautiful
until you looked away.

Don’t leave things alone for too long
or they'll begin to rot.
It took three years for you to give up,
and now your over bite clenches onto your bottom lip.
It looks painful,
but you're always so calm.

I can never tell where you are.

I feel ridiculous asking you questions
that I already know the answers to,
but I can't help it:
I love to hear your voice.

When you came home drenched,
spinning dizzy,
you laid down as I gazed at the wreck that laid before me.
You were in another world, and I didn’t want to follow.
Your golden feet could take you anywhere your heart imagined.
(I guess that was part of the jealously).

I want you to tell me about your childhood,
learn what made you the way you are.

Back to the photographs:
You looked so fragile,
so small, (breakable).

When I saw you cry for the first time,
the comfort in your grasp gave me the confidence
not to panic.
I stared at the bruises on your body,
knowing they would never heal,
knowing that you liked it that way.

I know you never understood how special you were,
that you never would.
I was scared of the things I knew,

I knew I had to leave
before you woke up, and,
walking with the faint shadow
of sleep behind my ears,
itching at my scalp
from the inside:
I took notice of your car,
and the bird **** on your windshield
                                                   reminded me that we were the same.