It sounds ridiculous but only I feel productive when I'm doing nothing.
Sitting back, just relaxing.
Popping blue beans, burning bowls of green.
And just thinking.
Daydreaming about how things could have been.
How things could still be.
But how things will probably be.
Just close your eyes and let music be your guide.

Entire lives constructed and played out
in grand fashion. A world so detailed
I would rather get lost,
And never come back to this travesty of a society,
so raw and primal.
so human.
My world is so beautiful and yet so depressing
because it's what ours could be, but never will become.
Anything to distract me from this.
The 24 year old burnout grinding through school because there aren't many options left.
So where will I'll be in 5 years?
I wont.

Out of the corner of my eye
I keep catching this poem
I know it's the same one that's been following me
Wherever it is that I go

I'm not sure at this moment
What it is that this poem really wants
Before I even think of confronting it
It turns on its heels and it runs

I've seen it in darkened doorways
Down back alley's deep and blind
It's got me rather nervous you see
With every lamp post I'm looking behind

When I'm asleep late at night snuggled up tight
I hear a scratching on the floor
Is it the poem making noises under my bed
Believe me that's one place I'm not going

If this poem of mystery that keeps following me
Feels the strong need to be written
Then it aught to show itself for what it is
It needs to come out in the open

We can both sit down like adults
And discuss what it is it's trying to say
Put it all down in rhyme then over time
It can move along on it's merry way

No damsel in distress here.
Just a hollow shell.
A heart so cold that if you try to touch it you will die of hypothermia.
I am a parasite.
So leave before I spread from your lips to your heart.
My deep blood red lipstick on your lips is nothing but a poison.
My hand that glides across your face as I rub it is me luring in my prey.
I am not innocent,
I am not able to love,
I am not yours,
I am dead already.
**So don't **** with the girl with the lipstick on