Her elbows rest upon a window pane whilst a longing face reflects in the tinted glass
Intensified drops pitter patter echoes from their weight when crashing into and within every surface
Take away the surplus and our time is still terribly spent, although for the most part we tend to spend it well.

I listen to hardheaded echoes
Most are disturbed by the haunting cackles
What we have been bred to believe is quite unfathomable
Yet proceed to feed as the elitest of chapels
Begin to unwind my theory of string
Followers may be all I need

Your voice rests inside of my head
A bell rings in my ear
Mumbled jumble of sorcery
None of which is clear
Yet somehow I find a trust for you
As if your love has always been near
But I have realized you are none other
Than the rest of men I hold dear
So whilst you lay in your garden
As you wait for me to approach
Broach of all that was evil is now a slit your throat
For every flail cuts deeper
Expelled by a choke
Protruding man-spoken boundaries hold such a feminine note

You are a believer of dreamers
Within your eyes I see
A beautiful spiderweb sewn out of ugly
With your branches I may bloom
Arachnid bred by attitude
That I spin is what you see
Thou that treasures immortality
Is for whom I choose to bleed

Provider of doubt
Pre-scarer of many
The ***** in you hides inside of your *****
The ***** in me prefers problematic
Insecurities prove self-Satanic
Blood I bleed is that of a hopeless romantic
Society full of timeless encounters
In my dreams I see visions and fathoms
The air I breathe is a wicked enchantment
What you see I hope is a reminder of me

The earth is spinning and I am not even high
Self-culprit of my own demise
Time passes faster it is flying by
My devil is attempting to hitch a ride
Merry-go-round of ups and downs
Sigh of relief postmarks a frown
When I am around such a peculiar essence
Slightly griping evanescence
Intoxicated blob caused by snobs
Our ideas are objects robbed
Belittle my truth and hide my lies
Or you too will feel my demise

What you have done before is what is killing you now
Fuckery within ones ******* self
You deserve this ****, you miserable filth
And you gained it all upon free will
****** decisions that have lead you here

I am perfect
Played out by guys who claim they are not worth it
Reclusive beings carrying flaming torches
Caving from inside forces
Seeking outward for answers that lay within
Judging one by anothers sin
Dream of what could have been
Reveal that which is sentimental as kin
Save yourself from this obscene
Rob us both of the American dream
Disbelief of weakened minds
Steadily researching past times
Unwind into me
My theory of string
Higher with each swing
On a playground of relief

A hard hit
Dank ****
Flickering emotion
As a cigarette
Any other *****, any other *****
All the same
Own it.
Mucus infused spit
Struggled release of welcomed grip
**** THIS ****
**** EVERYBODY, **** EVERY BODY.
All the lies you ever told me
Every dream you ever sold me
You own me
The Devil in you stole my soul from me.
I am surrounded by lonely
Has my heart disowned me?
Or am I as phony as cheap bologna?
Hyping myself up for what is already unfolding
Disgracing my face
For meaningless embrace
Reaching out for my one and only.

The feeling is never mutual. One person does while the other is responsible. A heart that is mendable because of its tenacity, knowledgeable of the fact that utopia is less than fantasy. Yet, to do it alone.. is nearly impossible. Finding that one is highly improbable. An explanation that will never be audible, so instead we listen to what is. **** the "norm" and **** people, I am tired of hearing mumbled curses. Ridiculous verses of what it truly is, and where it truly lies because it is so difficult to love without taping ones pride. My everything has already fallen, and I am without pity. **** the old and **** the needy. All individuals are entirely too greedy, having gratitude for barely bleeding. I am me; and if you do not see me, it may be for a shallow breathing. Heaving from hallows whilst gazing from clouds, so strung out but highly aroused. Questing for exchanged vows, told to be better off by myself. I have heard to listen to your brain for your heart will stray, though my heart is decisive when my mind is arrayed. Stay, go... Stay, go, stay is how the story goes. A beginning with no close betrayal by those never suspect of foes, yet a wolf in sheep clothes.. Always building up anticipating the blow. Continual drinking, refusal to grow since I would rather not remember the feeling at all.

Each time a garden blooms
We tend to prune too quickly
And every lovely petal falls
What was wanted along by the ones not
Patience is a supposed virtue
But is unnecessary when the feelings are mutal
To meet one of your kind is most unusual
I just may be delusional to wicked schemes
Unawaringly wrapped up in fantastical dreams
Although having been around your character of being
I have some subtle reason to believe
Doubt that which is normally seen
Removed from the picture of reality
Instead placed in front of technicality
Physically attracted to how you mentally challenge me
In such a way you have become my surroundings

Ponderer of belief
Wondering what you think
Evade realism as an elusive being
Preposterous pervert brought forth from protrusive realms
Fostering impostors within thine self

Envision of another reality
or is life just more than it seemed?
Reality lays in nightmares whilst fairytales are dreams.
Life lays griping,
yours is ripping at the seams.
Underlying conscious projecting prominent schemes,
withhold of care or sign of remorse.
Passed as a torch
titled

Favoritism at its finest
you are divine in my eyes
may I imply that your aura is euphoric
and I can not tell if the more I know you
I am more lost or found than before

She shudders at the world
reality as a whole
has recoiled into nothing more than walking corpses
confused in their role
to think about a particle and how it correlates to a soul
or how the wind decides a direction to blow
it all computes if you are open
possess the will to try and try again
for you fight your own battle and love from within
and acknowledge what is sin to begin

The rise of the Sun brings forth a new day
no greater opportunity than dawn
inner beings are courageous creatures
ability to forgive and let live
captivating essence of another
let us break down the concept of love
humanity as a whole
just as every individual soul is self-shackled
not one existence may be in the same
to be set free of superficial bounds
whilst time and possession are misconstrued

I think of you from time to time
rhyme about how two souls once shared the same playground
I still hear your thoughts common as any other sound
sense the weight of your gaze
dreams of how it could have been
emotions are tortured by your sins
long for closure
though I know I am soon to give in

A shatter in the atmosphere
to feel you are gone when you were always near
cheery when I see your smile or hear your laughter
adrenaline pumped heart beat
mind thinks faster
dearest disaster of any matter

Writhing in the excess
Undress me ever so gently
Relinquish priority of the majority
Fear will be released
Thumb imprints in the side of either shoulder
While nails of fingers dig for blood
Every drop a smidgen of poison
Excavated from my body

Creepy crawls down the spine
A presence lurks behind
Chill bumps raise as cool night air flows inward
Melodramatic sigh releases the pyro
Pull down and toss the curtains into a limp pile
Set fire to burn the ***** down in vain

The world you live in is treacherous
'Tis why I live in my own
A life of another souls standards
Morals change as often as undergarments
Beliefs manipulated as common folders
Thought on top of thought
Of what-ifs and have-nots
Pleasure based on currency
And no one has the time
Self esteem became self destruction
titled

He is laid to rest in hues of purple and gold
beloved Sun-down
imagine how it might be to live free
I have only ever lived in love
his follower
he has never looked back at me
on a rare occasion in which we meet
a euphoric eclipse projecting ignorance and bliss
lasts for a moment, and then he is back at the lead

A smile sculpted to break hearts
They fell in love and then fell apart
Carries memoirs of the past, mostly dark
Desperate to finish what she did not want to start

Beautiful fire of toxic gases
There is so much matter inside of your hemisphere
Debris of all that has ever gone wrong
Fury within you
An explosion of emotion
Crawl inside the black hole of you
Travel to a stable place in time

Lay your head upon a makeshift bed
rest your tired bones
feet are weary from your life journey of crusades
allow heavy eyelids to drop like blinds in windows
to hide the chaos and misery of the outside world
drift into yourself
dream of easily kept promises
release every string in your web of lies

No care at all
Take it.
****** before
Who doesn't?
Gritting teeth
Splitting headache
Reoccurring
Mother, lover, whatever...

Remember the thirst of your tongue
the need to dispose of what was not wanted
now feel your mouth
deserted as mine when you were my last drop of water.

Sip a glass of white Zinfandel
******* sand paper strung-out love.

In the cusp of your hand you hold her mind of gold
slightly dinged and tarnished
often overlooked for brass
nonetheless, she shines.
Stimulate frequencies that had been put to rest
excavate and bring forth buried thought
whilst you playfully unravel compromised secrecy
a love intellectually seeking you
her heart is already in your pocket.

A serenity settles in a scene of your secret garden
life is nourished
night-blooming Jasmines secrete a smooth
lighthearted scent of violet
every surface has a tint of golden hue
as it reflects the moon
under coverage of twisted trees  
whos branches once hung bitter
now breathe sighs of relief as they nestle leaves
the air is crisp and defined
our backs moist
we lay on a blanket of early morning dew

I like to write when I smoke and drink
Words flow without need to think
I can rant, and not give a single ****
Of how I'm perceived
Or if I'm believed
For my feet are upon another ground

Two lines entertwined
Surely time should have been taken
All that was divine has fallen
To the light in your iris'
A lie unspun

I would like to think of forever,
but I know that dreams are sold
bonds untie and lies unfold
because when a spirit breaks it ignites the soul.

I dream of life in a fairy tale
My mother is the queen
Family without lacking any self esteem
I am the princess
My life is oh so grand
Every man on the planet
Has asked me for my hand
Dinner is always a feast
My corridor larger than peasants homes
Every day I sit on my ****
Upon my magnificent throne
I aquire jesters for entertainment
Fulfillment at the tip of every finger
But sometimes when I am by myself
I notice there is nothing inwards
Never have I been hurt
Tangents into questions of if I know love
I have never held a tender embrace
Hardly a single hug
No one has ever let me down
So I have never grown
All I do is whatever I would like
But I am all alone

I hold tears of foreign seas
whilst I cast my sails to your sand
partnership is vital
in a series of unfortunate events
barter my history of demented
in an attempt to reconcile
in love again, with your eyes
reflecting the Devil's smile.

Lovers quarrel
spiral towards tragedy
eyes are forward
heart traded place with body
propped against a hallowed tree
all of you that I seek is your silence
to rest in our quiet
dreams turned violent
underlying the abyss of your malevolence
quest for a chest to rest my head upon again

Remain present
post melancholy past
tangible chill
charaded memory
mind capacitated
titled

A Daisy and a Daffodil
grew side by side
each so very still
entangled by the Earth

A thunderstorm rolled through the hills
there was a massive stretch of foliage killed
including Daisy's best friend Daffodil

Once the weather turned around
a Rose bud began to sprout
rays of sun fed her leaves
and so she blossomed beautifully

Rose became Daisy's best companion
together their petals danced in the wind
they stayed through seasons end but time came back around

A front stops in from off shore
to birth a storm greater than ever before
Rose watched Daisy torn from her grasp of dirt

The cursed and wretched breeze
carried a Gardenia seed
she has the fairest petals and the sweetest of scent
she rises up to say 'Hello.'
the sun shines again for Rose.

I looked over and beyond your shoulder
past the hills and into a far off valley
I saw two figures dancing happily
whos image could this be?

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of the wind as it picked up
in the pockets of air I could hear their laughter
traversing over the land
they hold hands then break away
their space between is night to day
but they are so close.

Shades of brown cover their faces
brunette hairs wisp in the breeze
the length of one is lesser than the other
I realize this is a man and woman
playful in their harmony
a picture of you and me.

Pixie dust, *****.
Our world is bleak and sick
filled by clumsy ***** searching for their next trip
shaking red hands in a haze of cigarettes

Me.

So, as I have now lit my cancer stick
inhale my moment of what is truly calamity
a recognized but slow-moving demise
maybe I will quit tomorrow.

I only smoke ****, man.

And who does not enjoy a drink or two
or seven?

Some hole in the wall
that has great chicken wings and cheap Chardonnay that sits over the water;
can we sit and forget the rest of their pointless lives or being broke
and sit just slightly apart
that we can not help but want
and do, touch.

Our smiles, postcards from our togetherness
what was a glum and still depth now rippled by our laughter

I am happy with that, with you.
I would love to stay forever.

Sincerely,
one twisted soul reaching out to another.

You are supposed to hurt
it is better that you cry
you are here to love again post script.
Break her heart.

Do it,
destroy a small piece of her pride.

It is worth it.

You will both be wiser
strive for greater, love kinder

And just like she hurt you, and I hurt him
and he hurt me, and you will hurt her...

Be cruel, for you hold a sense of satisfaction
but you see the eyes in where you are enchanted
we all heal with time

He is a wringer
snapper of neck, diseased infested bird.
Dancing ***** strippers
pieces of puked up poultry.
Laugh when the sun is up
during the night you are real
when the clowns come out to tease and ****
haunted by their giggles

Press sweaty palms
jump picket fences, cut across lawns
our bodies pound as the adrenaline pumps
overwhelmed by our endorphins
you pick your speed up
I follow you
four flailing legs
carrying bits of blades of grass
hoping to steal a ride on our greatest of expeditions.
We want to get out of this town,
disappear from our past
you and I will burn this city down and dash.

The prettiest of things have a wash of black
there is a beauty in the dark
shadows favor your lining
fallings have left their mark
for her skin is light, soft and sweet
but wrists, hips and shins
hold pigments of brown
though none is tainted as her heart

Auras are peculiar mass
you stimulated my senses
I read you
you are not black.
I still feel your being
hear your whispering thoughts
all I am unable to interpret
I learn to accommodate.
You can not
you do not know me.
You do.
You do not normally say it,
you did.
Your delusional illustration
stole from me my common senses
only a game would you still be interested.

My sweet red rose
in which direction does your cardinal fly?
I would follow you higher as you grow
beneath the Fall sky.

My incandescent October moon,
time is passed to Winter
we decorate our Christmas tree
our star a Jack-O'-Lantern.

The tips of my fingers yearn
to read the brail of your bumps
as they rise to my touch.
I am chilled
a warmth radiates through your skin.

Each awkward and imperfect curve of my body
conforms so precisely to yours
all is blurred
but the raging of our heart beats.

I crave you, though I do not know who
far from perfect, I am too
do you seek me
I have quested for you
for now we stand undone, in two.

Oh, boy.
I want to read your mind
swim down to your deepest of thoughts
assist your understanding
as you would for me.

May I?
Break down the fort you built
like the ones made out of couch pillows
when we were kids.

I wish,
I could spell your name amongst the stars
then you might see
constellations of yours, buried inside of me.
Every breath of yours I stole
was reborn inside my soul, a rose.

My sun,
during the night I wait for your light
and all that you shine on me.
In my sleep I dream of you
rising from behind the sea.

I, too
have a light
although derived from you
your rays reflect upon my skin
I am your moon.

His voice holds a harmony
every word he sings
his sonnet lifts her head above the clouds
whilst his music fills her ears
his lyrics touch her heart
serenaded by his vows.
His voice is that as always,
but his melody is for her.

Exhale to release your woes
into my open arms
my soul beckons yours
to come out and play
with our hearts
your echoes have traveled miles
ring within my head
attempt to curl a smile
but break down instead..

Inhale as to breathe me in
rest assured, you hold a friend
Fall moon, hung low
over your September sky
to bring forth the hazel tint of your eyes.

Soft, smooth petals
dry out and fall
texture turns to paper
in to nothing at all
but matter is energy,
energy is all.
Therefore, you live on
least where we sing, write and draw.