Some sounds surround synapses
Surrendering suddenly
To tremendously tall
Tyrants
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Ticklish
Pudgy passengers
Longing lovingly
Quitting quiet questions
Still tempting princes and queens

You are never around when I need you
And always around when I don't
The things that bring me peace
I know to you they won't
The taste I know you feel from my lips
Is shared from distant spaces
And all your struggles to grasp my attention
I can only see the traces
But please don't stray from your endeavor
For i am but a student in your class
With lifetimes of lessons in passion
And no need to learn to fast

cut the ****
your getting old
its not time to quit
dont be what your told
the skills are there
im quit certin of that
lungs fill with air
You know it's not an act
filter fake failures from familiar fixations

Aggressively inverse algorithms
Unpleasantly traverse towns  
within them
(Sideways symbology stains soulless surroundings)
An uninheritable playground
Dangles in sustaining silence
Passable problems pretending that perhaps a passer by plans on picking the winner

I saw the man that lived in 2B a few times
At least that's what I tell anyone that asks about him
He was a well groomed man
Medium length black and grey hair
I use to imagin that he had a grey hair for every rusty nail he had pulled from his boot heel
Looked like he was in good shap at one time or another
I herd once that he could recall every drop of rain he'd ever herd
Didn't know any jokes
Had no real opinions on religion or politics
Mabey that's why he never came to the building picnics
Checked his mail everyday
He was waiting for something
I don't think it ever came
After some time had past
People stopped talking about him
I never saw him again

I met a man
He was eating his own heart
I asked him if it tasted good
He only looked at me for a second
And continued to eat
He paused half way threw and said
"Blood and only blood turned the wheels of time, and I am a master of my own."
Waste of a good heart if you ask me

Ticklish
Tigers
Tread
Lightly threw a forest made from deflated goose down pillows
Spying on pray made from thrown away stuffed animals
Children's dreams create clouds that have there own setting suns
Spun tightly around cast aside lolly pop sticks

intimacy dwells not within words
but within darkness
hiding on the inside of your eyelids
passion dwells not within the past
but within the unreachable future
sliding just beyond your fingers
love dwells not within truth
but within lustful lies
ridding down
slow
silk
*******

I have a feeling that someone is watching me
An almost effervescent watchfulness
Clumsy at times but quick to disappear
Not quit self aware
Like looking at yourself in the mirror
Is your reflection there when your not looking?

Do you ever tire of the endless days of stress less path ways that only lead to in·cred·u·lous stays at a perfect place
Your body is cold and brittle with beauty
A seemingly confident struggle to blossom
Faded gold is still gold
Jaded only by dust
Weighted down by lust
Created in sound that must
Parade around and rust
Your future seems bright
But don't be too sure
A lesser present is not yet out of sight

Red tinted windows and satin flow from imaginary holes in skin that show all impurities
Its ok to look
Lift eyes from your book
Money is greatly appreciated
But can be over looked

I bite my nails
But I clip my toe nails
I've seen two men get hit by cars
Both by women drivers
I have a problem dreaming
I have never been late
but I rarely want to be on time
Cleanliness is a low priority
I've only kissed 7 women
I've been intimate with 3
I could have lost my only love
Being alone is the most fulfilling part of my day

Silence is dangerous
Imagination is fear driven
Waiting is second to anxiety
I hate you