Insufflate her, let her **** the pain
Let her rearrange your mind
Let her fly inside your veins
letters are just a medium
for what I can't explain
the soft at first, but lasting hurt
of cuddling with flames
It doesn't matter
nothing does but her
let her be your world
let her even be the sciences
behind her tilt and swirl
let her change you
let her help you stay the same
stay the same
let her **** you
let her smile and float away
float away.

Porous is my purpose
What's a purpose?
What's a pore?
I used to love the surface
Now I long for something more
See the earth is almost ethereal
To hell with definition
Blame my vision
But without the flames
There'd be a lack of spinning

With no passion there's no action
Without light there is no life
If we didn't suffer through the day
we'd never love the night
If the night is when you suffer
then you'd never love the mornings
And the mornings what you need
To end, and start another story.

A cool cat's curious
But not about the falling blade
All your lives will fall away
If you do not learn from mistakes

I am desperate to find that sense of normality
I grasp for it
as if it is water
and I haven't had a drink for months.

I am desperate to find comfort in my life now
Rather than later
I am tired of waiting and feeling
as if I am an alien
in my own skin.

I am desperate to start living
I am stressed out
and tired of watching life
pass me by
as if I am invisible.

(a.d)

It may seem strange,

but sometimes,

I watch you sleep.



Seeing you lie there,

dreaming.

It seems to be



the little bit

of peace I

have left.


l.r.

I notice everything.
And by everything,
I literally mean everything.
I notice when someone stops hitting me up
like they used to.
I notice when the way someone
talks to me starts changing.
I notice the little things that people do,
and the little things they used to do.
I notice when things change,
and when it’s no longer the same.
I notice every single little detail.
I just don’t say anything.
I'm not that different I'm just depressed
I miss him
and I'm sad, ok?

I draw a picture A simple fixture. Of two vertical bodies at vertical ends, do you see the picture. A verbal description of a beautiful beginning with each other they never felt richer, he had won her heart so I named him victor. Her heart in his hand a solid pitcher he caught it one hand.How could you not understand. One heart one hand her boy her man. He grew inside her she became his home she held her own against all kinds of foe he relished in her midst he thought love was a myth a mixture a blend of two perfect chemicals now do you see where it all began one kiss sealed her lips. The ending to many scripts and clips was the beginning to their bliss. All this because with a song she stole his heart he knew from the start she had won the part. Number one on his charts. You couldn't take her part. You couldn't keep them apart. She was the apple of his heart :)