I’m sorry to tell you my mind has fallen apart.
As I hide in the cracks of the sidewalks heart.
A piece of bone, fragilely approached the surface.
An old man so strange reached for my brain.
He told me,
That the candle in my mind has flickered into nothing
More than a spark in space.
Technically none of this happened.
Just a waste, you must forget the taste.
Walk away with nothing but a pale hand.
Use your mouth to curse the breaking sun.
And you were told as a kid never to step on the cracks.
It’s a wise choice.
The life down here isn’t so great,
Even if the one you loved took you all the way.
Smart lies hide behind your eyes.
As I wait in the morning frost.
The dew on my cheeks melts into summer showers.
Not mentioning the burning desires, my minds on fire.
Eyes a blazed, my skin so hot.
***** me with a needle and lava will spill out,
You’re mistaken that’s just smoke for the taking.
I’m filled with it and once you see.
I am soon going to be your enemy.
Now don’t leave yet. That means it will end.
I smell nothing but the breath on the back of my neck.
Let the mysterious flower divide her petals.

Harsh numbers and whirled winds,
A cry for silence
Brings November grins;
We shut our mouths with zippered lips,
That grips our organs, tongues and minds
With a slice of pumpkin,
And a cherry stem.
You leave me with a childish grin.

A bearded man who talks so wise
Whisked up a broth full of lies
I was told by the man with the great big beard,
‘Eat up your soup, I dare you too my dear’
And so I did.
With golden desires
And a dream that expired;
I canned it,
I labeled it,
I shipped it over the ocean too.
My lies soon devoured
And absorbed into their skin;
Please, let the mind bending begin.

A rose swallowed down to the bone
One thorn to slit the thrown
Choked on by a contorted king
Crushed in the abdomen of his anatomy
We now have discovered his reining soul
The stem soon grew from his eyes
His skin takes all control, most of it lies
Picked by her
The Queen, her majesty
He leaves his ground
And follows hers
Hands were pale and cold
All was under her control.

With chapped lips and knotted hair,
I sat.
A long dirt road was my bed,
I lay.
In my mind I am running far away,
I rest.
But I do digress, I am no runaway,
I play.
With a bag filled with nothingness,
I walk.
Into the night sky with stars hung high,
I watch.
My eyes wetted by the dew,
I stood.
Like a statue with a fierce attitude,
I pondered.
A thinker they do consider me one,
I disagree.
A philosopher like Socrates,
I envy.
A mind so precious to have,
I listen.
To words that are repeated,
I wonder.
And with these ideas,
I give.

Her mind wandered far into the universe. The wind took her soul.
Graceful as it seemed, he was gentle today.
So swift she danced upon his tongue. She felt his story go through her.
His words were like a newspaper crushed into the pavement on her driveway.
A storm that kept repeating itself. Never letting his words form a crucial sentence.
The words were mangled and so was she.
He was tortured and so was she. They fought to fight.
And a violin desperately played there music in the silence that grew darker.
His cracked skull was stitched with a piece of her red hair.
Her heart was beating today. And his mind was running away.
The story finally slid in a milkshake mudslide.
Bruised and crushed; his mixed with her’s.
And she wanted a masterpiece to tell her what was wrong with this picture.
A tortured soul swung in outer space with a perfectly perfect soul.
Her eyes pressed closed and held there as she breathed in a rose.
The petals were silky and smooth as it went through her.
Her mind went from free to a quick twinge of pain.
A thorn, and just one at that, had grazed her lips.
The Black Cherry tasted sweet to her. She quickly slipped away.
Addicted and scared. The night was young.
But it was bound to grow older.
She ran just like his mind fled that night.
Control was lost and her heart had quietly stopped.
The scars had comeback.
Ozzing from her eyes were memories that were once burned.

A piece of wood hung in the sky.
From the ground you can tell it was soon to die.
For life is precious and some may disagree.
Lets just fight for you and me.
I say my friend you look curious.
A plaid shirt and bare feet.
Something so curious.
A guitar hung on your back.
A sack filled with holes letting lose change run away.
Your eyes tell me your tired.
The dirt clung to your face as you bathed your weak bones.
A ring of memories faded around your soaking skin.
Why wouldn’t you ever let me in?
I sat and burned the dreams that contained you.
And all that was there was a kid with nothing left.
A kid hiding in his own body, afraid of what he had become.
Scared to death of the land in front of him.