Forgive my French
You really must be careful on
Who you **** with

Some people think it's whatever to sleep around without protection.

It's Winter time. This is only a tip of the iceberg. Time to make the sea levels rise! So guess, you are ready for some global warming huh?

We are experiments. Generic before the time could comprehend it.

So you believe, it's okay to be bothered when your partner questions your ****** history and if you are clean?

Bacterial? Viral? That's nothing to you? What in the name of karma do you mean?

Last time I checked, nobody likes to live in a ***** house. All these roaches, and none of them have a blunt. Let me, be blunt about this...


We are humans, not rats. We don't just take the cheese. We wait until it's presented to us with care.

Understand that no means no. If she or he isn 't feeling your flow.
Then the ship shall not sail.

Be aware, the flow can get you in more trouble than you know.

I’ve toyed with fight or flight,
Had it freeze me in a nitrogen bath.
At the very innocuous sight of a face.
But the face just denoted
The crushing fear, that swallows me whole.
So I’m a runner and
I’ll hide in anything, including a frozen mind.
If I could I’d fight
One of these days I will fight.
But, battles of the self, need to be chosen carefully.
So I’ll just keep toying with flight
Until I’m sure that fight won’t end me

not morning but a yellow gleam
encases my surroundings
developing the world
in a faded nostalgic glimmer.

last night i wandered around a club having ditched my friends
just for a bit. it was i needed some space to fill my lungs with
something like impropriety. i ran into a woman who said she loved
my style. she had heavy but well-done eyeliner on, black lipstick
and a serious spray of piercings or diamond studs lining the right side of her face. i gave her a nod and my best i'm-not-drugged
look. i noticed she had a platter so she must have been a server. i clicked my cigarette holder in my tongue and stumble off.

i walk on the other side
im pumping blood to a body that doesn't experience to a body that
cannot relish or feel. both liberating and damning it is.

slaughtered fruits, abandoned plastic, clothes like rags on the floor.
what filth is this
what time has come?
caught and corrupted and cornered.

will anyone read this and will anyone make sense of it?
the importance or the symbolism? the intimacy?
but a poem is just words.
and a cigarette is just smoke.

Hey I wrote this one, what'd ya think?

I was on the plane
I had my music on
Just people watching on the flight
I kept to myself,
Then she caught my eye.
She was on the flight, but escaped my sight apparently

I looked up and flashed a smile and I got one in return
The plane landed, and we got up to leave
But we received an unexpected announcement
There was a problem with the plane, so we'd have to stay here until the engine was pronounced fixed.

So I gathered my things and got out into the gate
There she was again, my eyes hypnotized as she walked by, my heart began to quake,
She was perfectly curvy, supple and understatedly ****.
It was crazy how she grabbed my lustful mind,

Sometimes I wish someone would come along
and brake my heart so bad
I couldn't feel no more
If your going to hurt me make it the last time for real
don't promise me that you'll stay and treat my heart just pore
don't give me something to say im yours and treat me like a joke
I know you don't like drama
so what was the point
you meet me while I cried
your eyes numbed pain like a joint
but as I thought I was ok
and I had someone to hug
you looked at me and walked away
like I was acting smug

I saw you once across the street,
And all I did was stare.
For seconds after seeing you,
I realised you weren't really there.

My soul is nervous, desperate
My fingers burn with a familiar itch
Ink pushes, trying to bleed out
Frantic to cover the pale white paper