stumbling through words on how to explain
who he  is
what he looks like
how he walks
the way he talks

the way he looks at me
and say i love you
without any words

the way he smiles
and how it makes my ****** days
somehow special

the way he tries to be funny
since all his life he has been serious.

i love him

the way he looks himself at the mirror
the way he walks towards me

and the way he talks to me like its our first time meeting.

he got these amazing blank eyes that tells me so much about his world
that no one has ever discovered yet.

he got this beautiful mind full of words to explain his feelings but never able to use it.

he got this something...

that somehow...

*makes me fall in love even harder

Restless leg syndrome
A hindrance on my being
Retching foam dribbles out
the side of my mouth
South it goes, down
to the ground.

Wound tight with salvia my
self-hatred flows in unity with it
The acidity of the bite bursts to flames
as the earth hits it

Worth every penny, I chuckle as
I chuck a bottle of pills into the
billfold of my coat.

"Won't this hurt?"
That's the point.
Right, back to the top

Restless leg syndrome
Catching on?
My mind can't contain one thought at a time
I spin on a dime, fine dining is the drug of
the millennial nines.
Hi! I'm super high today.

Just kidding, I'll never smoke ****
see me judging you in the corner?
I'm a straight laced, even paced
large tempered feminist *****.
Pitch me your best rich boy pitch
to get a date and maybe I won't chuck
your ***** into a ditch.

Hitch a ride down the road
Follow it now, down it goes!
Drop out quick!
Here comes the gun
run from it fast, till you reach the sun

Worship me or hate me, I don't really care.
Stare at me until you see who you wish
I actually was

t'was a sad story I read
when I found out you would be dead
by nine o'clock this evening

Did I tell you I plotted this reaping?
I peep in on your life from time to time
Crime is the center of my kind
Find me in the dark deep corners of
your mind, I'm always there
Seeing and watching but never debauching.

Have I mentioned I suffer from
restless leg syndrome?
It really is a hindrance on my being.

"Won't this hurt?", you ask
That's the point.
Right, back to the top

years of downstream rivers
carried by north arctic waters
which snaked through
the snowcapped peaks
of a lone, lone mountain
the temple of the universe
drinking in the marvelous view
yet, sometimes sediment grows
and lay upon a layer of filth
which accumulates and seethe
into the gapping fissures which
I have patched, suppose
and stalagmite stifle
into a frozen expanse
of glistening rock pillars
diverting the direction of the waters
beckoning for a quake in the ether
yet all that is inevitable,
a grandiose cry,
the lone peak began to
grow restless,
so thus divert the temperament
of the waters,
yearning for the scrape
of another fresh spell,
another wonderful,
out-of-the-world view

be bold
take a chance
even if it's
r e c k l e s s

be careful
play it safe
even if you're
r e s t l e s s

follow your heart
trust your instinct
it doesn't matter if you're
m i n d l e s s

listen to your mind
always think twice
it doesn't matter if you're
h e a r t l e s s

chase your dreams
always work hard
in the end it won't be
p o i n t l e s s

be who you are
no matter who that is
don't let yourself be
l i f e l e s s

The world stands still.
The hand stopps working
And everything falls silent.
Nothing happens,
But everything goes right past me.
'Tick tack" reverberates in my mind,
The hand swirls around,
Does time exist?
The world moves too fast.
No matter what ever happens, i'll stand still.
I don't walk straight ahead
Not right
Not left.
Just sometimes i look back
Try to look forward after it
But my eyes are full of tears.
I've stopped living,
Even if my heart still beats.

Do you still feel sorry
for your loss
everytime I cross your mind?

Do you still have grief
over my death
because I
am your unfinished business?

Do you still get the creeps
everytime you thought
you saw the ghost of me
when it was just your regrets
coming to life
to haunt you again?

Do you still visit
my tombstone
and mourn over the carvings
that my name made
on the stone walls of your heart?

Do you still want to dig me
out of my grave in your memory
and wish I had a proper funeral
instead of being buried
when I still lived
after you tried to **** me?

Because I do.

What's life without a dream
That gives you sleepless nights
That sets your heart on fire
A burning desire


That makes you restless
Until you meet with success
With finesse
Nothing less

That which makes you chase it
That which doesn't let you quit
Your heart and soul, you submit
To live it
To be it

What's life without that dream
What's life without that dream

her smile
lingers caught
on restless breeze
autumn leaves scuttle
rejected dreams
once courted
hover

her hair
woven silk
dewdrops fine
in misted web
bring together
limbs long held
apart

they know
what rivers ran
streams of hope
rapid raw desire
hearts drowned
beating twin tunes
singing as
one

now just a scent
on yonder cloud
mocking cruel
as yet another
winter's
wan
morn
breaks

Lost in thoughts so wisely I'll take sure advantage of this time
I'll milk it, I'll juice it. For all its gracious goodness
I'll  pour it out
And watch it create streams in the soil of my soul
And nourish the groves of my thoughts exhausted vines
Synapses
Snaps
Sparks and flames
My brains in waves of emotion and tortures
Ambivalence nagging my rights and my lefts
My ups and my downs
Swirling round and round in this colorful garden.
The sun sets in the distance leaving a purple blue sky
Then darkness all but the whites of my eyes
And the fruits
And the flowers
In the garden.

My mind.