my internal clock is
hard wired to get
up early on thursdays
but not this early

(i can't sleep but
then again i could
just sleep and sleep
and sleep)

and after i stumbled
into work at six sharp
i discovered at nine
that i never showed up

*(i'm tired of
being alone
tired of empty
tired of snow)

It was sunny today,
the hot light
fantastic,
and warm.
After drinks in the pub
we walked back and chatted,
ever ready for talk
us two
but,
said softly
I wish I was with you too.

Each day is kindling
Night time consumed in desire

She is a matchstick
to my wild raging fire

Her thoughts are made of gasoline
Her touch is so hot

When she holds me
My whole world will rock

She is an angel with a robe made of fire
She licks at my flesh
and the flames shot higher

She is an angel
burning brightly in my might

She will devour me
trying to make ash out of the night

I will be the devil
To her earthly delight

But I refuse to burn
I wIll not ignite

She is an angel , a flame of delight
She is my angel
As we burn down the night

I breathed in a hit
from your girlfriend,
or my best friend's ***.
It helped me to laugh
when you kissed her goodnight

You treated me awfully
but I can't tell if I am jealous
or just a worried friend.

*- I thought you were gone, but your back in my life like a seasonal cold

It's Thursday
If it were Wednesday
It would be the same
again, you are not here
So,
     I think to call someone else
and have regrettable ***
and forget you for a night
but I don't
I'm tired of it
I'll be alone
So,
I think I'll sit by myself
drink
    and talk to the gods
they don't exist
but they are nearer than you

I loved you before I knew your name.
Even though now you're gone I still love you the same.
No one could ever replace those feelings you gave me.
Three years later, My love for you remains the same..

It's so like Mars to just come around when ever it's pleases.

The moon is pretty ****** lit.
Kinda makes me wonder what kinda cheese comes from it.

I wish I could just load up a rocket ship invite 5 of my closest friends & take them to a place we can only dream of & not pretend.

Robbed of our oxygen.
Sweating & coughing some,
As it turns out space just isn't all that fun.