My Mind Is Full Of Dead Words
Decomposing Onto Books,
Creating A Vivid Picture Of
You That I Never Knew Existed.

Incense and candle wax
Roaches and hookah haze
**** my panic attacks
Numb me into a daze

Guitar strings and piano keys
Gentle breeze and rustling trees
Whispering secrets to my soul
Filling the void patching the hole

Skinny jeans and baggy shirts
Long hair and gentle skin
It heals all of my hurt
The environment I am safe in

Your eyes and soft subtle smile
Content to just stay for awhile
Let my fingertips dance along your arms
Unaware of notifications and ringing alarms

This is my Heaven my Nirvana
My heart talking not the marijuana
You are my drug without the crash
Each passing moment gone in a flash

With you every second is a lifetime
Each one worth repeating
These are simple lines put in rhyme
I just want to feel your heart beating

So long is
a long time
coming,
shortly is
just
the same.

me in the mirror

i stare hard
as if im waiting for something to

happen

but all i see is
this
always this

every time
the bore the bore
it eats at me

but then a storm

fist
rising up my throat
here it comes
to grab my tongue

I wish I was pretty enough to be a seventies groupie
Strong, and graceful
with famous men wrapped around their fingers
and life at the tip of their tongues

roughness
I thrive on it
Toughness
I live for it
Little girl of sixteen
Begging for ferocity
Tell me
Teach me
Mark me up
Pain is pretty
And I wanna be ******* beautiful

I'm a stone cold ******* practically pleading for my pale neck in between your callused hands
And blood dripping from my lip
From a hard bite that caused me to whimper

I'm a **** for ***** ****

Midwest highway
sting of cold air in my veins
a rush of hope
desire flows
im happy wild and free

I ran into a house
metallic snow of my design
escape me to this day
ill find myself
where and when and why

I live for life
i guess you'd say i cant stand living
organized the boredom here it takes me back
too ******* far too wide

I miss the broken seashells
cracking on the rocks
overcast sky and shrieking gulls
hacking away at my own eyes
forget the life i left behind
i miss my island
miss my tide

crowd of tiny black birds
one of them prettier than the rest
feathers shimmering golden
but when his brothers and sisters fly
it remains below
because you can't fly with wings made of gold