Hey what's up
what are you doing tonight?
that's cool who with?
Are you with any guys tonight?
sounds like a fun time
don't tell me these things
I can't wait until you're back
I need to see you
Yeah it's going to be fun
I've been thinking about you
I'll see you then, I guess
*I'm hoping you feel the same

the words sliced deliciously
drawing not blood
but ink
furious passionate ink
she was just words on a page
in a human shell
he was just
another who wanted to try
with expendable arms and legs
but still the ink came
the words sliced horizons
not vertically
so as not to ****
only to bleed
and before the cut
has a chance to heal
pens and greedy fingers
jammed into the wound
hoping to take
the last drop
of art

its crazy to think that you could be so perfect in ones eyes. but to yourself you notice all the flaws that you contain. your flaws could be someones perfection making it easy for that person to maintain. never worry about not finding someone. there is always that one person who is perfect for you. all it takes it patience. until you find that person or that person finds you enjoy the life you have now. lifes to short. live it while you can. Love the life you live, live the life you love.

"Do you like me?"
the words took courage
courage which would go unnoticed
"Not really, that's why we're so good"
words cushioned by a teasing smile
it was that same **** smile
which chased her dreams
all night long,
"You're bad"
"I'm certainly not good"
"You're nothing but a quick tongue,
aren't you?"
it made him laugh
"I'm hurt you didn't mention
my killer ***"
she had to admit,
it wasn't too shabby
"I think you love me."
"I love pizza,
but let's not get into that"
she looked cute
colored by the flush of frustration
"God, you're an ***"
"You wouldn't have it any other way"
"You wouldn't let me"
"No,
No I suppose I wouldn't"
they stood awash in a comfortable silence
she wished he would agree with her
he wished that he could
he knew that he did
"What do you want
to love me for anyway?
You are leaving again
after the summer"
"So what?"
"So that."
she was a ball of energy
and he wanted to take her in
and feed off of her,
wanted to keep her fire going
yet he feared,
his ice couldn't be melted
she tucked her chin
into her breast
and he cupped her face
by the jaws
leaned down
and gave her a kiss,
"Things are always better
in the summer"

The next time you see a girl
who is wearing a T-shirt
with writing across the chest
and she gives you a ***** look
for trying to read it,
just wink,
and tell her you're illiterate

freedom is a ten year old boy
who just got out of school
for summer vacation
and has a long plan
of climbing trees
and skinning knees

Freedom is sitting on the beach
as the tide comes in
and the sun sets
because you have nothing better to do
than wait
for the sea to lick your feet

Freedom is propping up in a hammock
with your favorite
beaten up paper back
listening to crickets chirp,
and birds tweet,
and watching fireflies ,

Freedom is finding that one thing
which encompasses you
so completely
that you couldn't imagine
doing anything else
for the rest of your days

Freedom is letting go,
letting the small things slide