No scab goes
Unpeeled
Like the shedding
Of a snakes skin.
Every year passes
As a drop of sand
In a hourglass.


In a time
where time doesn't
matter, and humans
are no more than nutrients
for the future of nature.
The music of the
Snakes rattle
Plays in the background
Dark, and empty.
The future looks
Scary, as the sun
turns blood red.
My eyes look up
to see a tree
with cocoons replacing
Leaves
In the breeze.
The collective beats
of molting insects
bursting from their very
necessary flesh prisons.

To grow, to struggle
To break free
And be something the world
hasn't quite seen
You are unique
You are beautiful
You are alive
To know that human concepts
bare no arms to
Harm you.
You fly, you cry,
you live, you say
Goodbye.

When wounds
Are apparent
Clean the 
Afflicted
Allow your open
Sores
To be picked.
Put your fingers in
Deep, wiggle
A little.
Loosen the flesh
Let it heal

When the doors are
closed, what do you
know?
What can you tell me?
Is what you're going to
say, the same as what
I may say?

The girl with the leather jacket
And the leather high-high heels
Wearing a black tube top
And skimpy shorts.
Hair; blonde, shiny wild locks
Face painted gorgeous,
Luscious red lips
Scream.
Skin sun-kissed.
Holding her flask
In the right hand
Filled to the brim
With Jack Daniel’s whiskey.
Pockets filled with cigarettes
And marijuana joints.
She takes a cigarette out,
holds it to her lips.
Leaning on a black corvette
Ignites her death.
Inhale, exhale
Bad.

Lyricism, is always fun
to play with.
Going with the natural
flow of conciousness,
And not being conscious
Of the never ending film
Of life.
Living as it is
And know how,
How to be, is. Never
Questioning what you know,
But knowing what you know
Is as much as you know
For that second.

Every ounce I drink
My face melts away
My eyes sink lower
Smiles yellow
Liver disintegrates

Memories fly away
Mind glides to the next
day doing the next operation
Worrying about nothing but
the next commitment.
Deep breathing, suppressing.
Smiling, holding in the deepest
breath. Asphyxiation.
A tight knoose. Kept loose enough
to make the next decision.

I feel every minute of my being,
being lived every moment. To a certain extent, a chokehold.
I want you to be the happiest,
the unseen celebration.
The best of
you're life.

The unthinkable, your next
step to where you want to be.
beyond me.

Before I raise
My hand,
Tell me
How rude it
Is,
For me to 
Put this same
Hand on
Another person.
In what way 
Is it 
assault, or
How would it 
Be to 
Steal something 
From the same 
Individuals 
Own hands.
Tell me this 
Before I 
Ask, or 
Do

How can sugar be sweet
when you haven't had
a taste

the Desire was there
but is it
still?

salt is salty
but aren't my tears
the same.

Why don't you desire
my vulnerability. Like you
Do with your
sweet confections.

All that's bitter can
be balanced
I swear.

Everything's the same
but I don't think you
can hear

My subtleties are in vain

Must I grab a megaphone

Like the newest grunge
indie girl
screaming to make
everything clear

wake up
get up
drink up
not awake yet,
still chasing conciousness.
lips grey and eyes sunken
living my big bright
blur of a life

a certain feeling is emerging
Grinding of my teeth
Nails to chalkboard
I dont like it.
I want to shout, I want to scream,
I want to fight, I want to blow steam
My eyes have been dammed for too long
I must cry, I must feel
I must share, I must reveal
I am hindered
Theres a certain ******* tongue desires
and no amount of candy or soda
will satisfy.
I don't know, but
I want out. I feel
I have no say or power to do,
But the reality is I "Do"

/
Mind on fire
with the itch of
curiousity. the flakes
that fall are ideas.
where they lay, I simply
blow them off.
I,
Left empty handed
and sore from
scratching.
//
Tip toe into madness-
Waltz so slowly-
Rolling my head back
looking up into the sky,
smiling so dangerously.
Clutching my curiosity-
Fluttering my eyes so fast
I experience an overdose.
///
Foot tapping to the
sound of impatience.
banging - tantrically
throwing heads around
for therapy
it soothes the itch
of exorcistic compulsions.
get read to exude crazed
lyricism. The aestheticism
brings me to
bite my lip.

Stuffed,
Grains of sugar fall to the ground.
Mutilated flesh covered in corn syrup
Wait till it dries, scrumptious.
Blood, red as cherry liquourice
Seeps from open wounds.
Body perforated at the
Arms
Legs
Head
Ready for dis-assemblage.
Save for later

Tiger eyes behind
Silver lines and
Nonexistent badges of authority.
Your somewhat of a
minority without a voice
nowhere to turn,
But turn fierce.
Your teeth sharp as ever
Never better!

Your coat is Fancy,
Your story isn't
You ****** with some guy
to get where you are.
Not very far from where
you started .
So you started to pout
and pour your spout on
Someone else for 200 dollars

Incums great you
roll in the bills(dollars)
Smile is fake, but you make it
because you faked
your "O" face and recited
The other vowels
on their lips.

I find it exciting to see things break without a human touch.


A jar I previously filled with water,


froze today.


All I heard was the crackling of glass breaking,


I knew


It was the jar.





A jar I left outside


waiting for something to happen

and it


did.




Not at all what I wanted.


Nonetheless something that


happened.


without my touch

It is a change of faith
maybe the loss of.
Maybe in the books
within history.

Her story may be found.
At the bottom of a well
we shall know now
what comes of her

Let her out
I know she's still there now
Let her out
Tell her "come to the breeze"

Your internal hell
Doesn't have to be faced at the bottom
of a well.

Come to the breeze

She and I, are one
We will both be okay

I know that now.

Please, let her out.

a certain feeling is emerging.


my teeth grind


my mind seems fine.


I don’t like it.


I want to shout, I want to scream,


I want to fight, I want to blow steam

I’m uncomfortable




My eyes have been dammed for too long


I must cry, I must feel


I must share, I must reveal


I am hindered




There's a certain ******* tongue desires.


no amount of salt or sugar


will satisfy.




I don't know, but


I want out. I feel


I have no say or power to do,



But the reality is I "Do"

We are of air,
made from corn.

Blown together with
wind and kept
together by water.

Do you ever think to yourself "what the **** am I doing?"
I do, a lot.

Living on a rezervation where the local economy is Oil, Fast food, Politics and one Market. if willing maybe a pyramid scheme.

"what the **** am I doing?"
You think think that question a lot when you don't fit in .

What do I care?!?!

   What "do I care"?

Have you woke up in the middle of the night to look out at nothing.
Watching time go by.

Wanting so much for time to stop.
still moving, every crushing minute,
    moves so slowly with every second.

**** that
**** dam
because I hold
in too much.
When their is
a leak
I break into
a rut
Mind to fast,
words
spoken to slowly.
Chances missed because
I hold in
too much.
I will break
and it will be big.

I hope you are
doing okay

Something in me misses
you.
A sweet craving
within my heart

Nothing quite satisfies
the same as you
do

A quality in the air
is missing since you've
been gone.

The air isnt filled with
static. My hair's do not stand up
the same way.

Magic is missing, excitement has been robbed and optimism is down.

Come back please

Heart beating
wings of a bee
High on honey
Dance freak  
Sugar squeak

Tip of the peak

There's no signal
in this room
There's no signal
when i'm with you

Now please refresh
I exist to exist, as
much as you .

Now please refrain
from saying "I love you"
Let's abstain from the
thought of loving you

Life is weird.
And I am numb
Our days are numbered
but it's for sure
Not a number anyone
would care to know about.

Life is a mess
And I need to clean up.
If not me,
Who else?

I'll make my efforts to
today
And hope
At some point we're
Square.
Then we can both
walk the lines,
narrowly.

It'll all be
Even Stevens.
Hopefully another character
comes in with a
better story arc.

I am not an all knowing
being, but a being with that of a mind
so open as the universe around us.
I claim I think like no other,
I may be wrong.
I find that everything is beautiful with a reason,
I may say I don't care but "that",
may be a lie.
I can say I dislike "Bad" comments,
but that is "they".
I may be selfish , but that is "me"
I may seem dramatic, but that is me as "myself"
I am an observational individual.
I may be selective of what I question, But
that is "I".
I may not be a Lover, but that doesn't mean
I would not like to be "happy".
I may not be a Fighter, but that doesn't mean
I will not "pursue happiness"

Pain is such a genuine feeling.
what I'm feeling right now, isn't exactly pain but merely the absence of. I understand that my flesh has nerves all over and that is part of whats keeping me going . Life seems a lot foggier and I am walking into the dark. Feeling what I can understand, searching for the braille letters and hoping I find a coherent sentence

Wherever, you are.
think of where you've been
and who you loved.


think of where you'll be.

Everyone will be there
behind you.
Cheering you on. To your next
Endeavor

Fireworks, big smiles and
bigger laughs.

You've come so far
You know you can go farther

Toxic, sick
Infectious.
Feeling nothing but
Erections.
Butterflies in my heart.
fleeting

Highs to spark

Something in my heart.

Keep it coming as long
as it's in the dark.
Please hit me with the whip
and split my *** open.
Hoping that you'd find the
Sugary caramel insides.
Lick me clean

Grasping sanity
Breathing ecstasy
Biting tongues

Eyes flitter

No moan,
Silent quitter

There's beauty in a morning
Lived thoroughly
A breath taken in-

Fuller than any
part of the day.
light and fluffy.
bounce into
life, uninhibited.
second winds


A good morning,
Sleepless

Opportunities I missed
Become pins in my brain
Like a pin cushion they
Collect
Any moment to improve seems
To be mount everest,
The climb seems treacherous
But I never tried
Another pin in the cushion
Im a ragdoll with buttoned
Eyes and ripped seams
Never did seem to
Like the others

Grinding metal lays
out the ambiance.
Shattered glass sings
songs similar to
wind chimes.
The ground of said tragedy
is a canvas for
a devastating
art.
Lush red blood spills
for artistic
expression.
Cuts and bruises
make for great
make-up.
Focal point is
the reality.

Looking directly at the sun
Eyes shine, glass orbs
Suns themselves
Fire in the brain
Continuously gazing
Mind absent, as the
Slow torture of
“Hell I see”
No blink…
Eyeballs dry,
Red, blistering
Face scorched.
Collapse
Body falls to the ground, eyes smoking, charred
Black
Damage unquestionable.

When your significant other
Is indulging in their work, and
I, the supposed lover is
Off to the side writing about how lonely
I feel when someone who is a
Foot away is not paying attention to you,
is merely "reading" of things that are
Significant to him.
Do i deserve this. Do I deserve sobriety?
Do I care? Does that matter?
Do I deserve this position
Of enslavement? When I am very
Aware of being a slave.
I feel im in the awkward middle,
Of being tied down by
Words and debating
Death.
He honestly doesn't think
Of me, and I
The same to him.
Why do we care?
Why do we stay?
I attempted to leave, he said we do better
"Together."

Let's trade eyes.
You'll have mine
 And I'll
Have yours.
We will both
See each other 
Again.

Midnight back roads
Dark - insidious
Hungry for the intoxicated.
A monster comes out to
Prey on inebriated
Fellows.
Skiddings of tires,
Broken glass,
And red stains mark
Where the beast
Hunts
Road ****
A snack
and drivers
The main dish
The cycle is
Weekdays - innocents
Weekends - idiots

My mind frozen
time frozen
efforts cold
I still hold
My cellphone
in one hand
mouths chatter
eyes close .

///

Cold lifeless hands
inching closer
to hot smooth flesh
raging with *******
potential.
Throbbing heat and
angry breath
fills the room

My ribs call for justice
Strumming them like
Harps
Stomach,
Roars for a revolution.
Mind enthused by the
Fleeting high of 
Hunger, and loss.
Image damaged by
Thoughts of perfection
Stranded among lost islands
Of paradise

The frigid nights
Opens the mouth of the
World so wide you can
clearly see the stars
Shiny white and yellow teeth above
Snow covers the landscape around
me
Animal ***** stains
the ground around me
Dirt and rocks peek through

One lonely man
In tattered garbs
Walks in the mud
Each leg lifted (plops)
with every step.
His breath visible,
Red and blue is seen
in the distance.

////


Cold colorado, with sharp aggressive trees
stabbing the skies
the forest is a prison, winter.
Pillows of snow falling,
tucking the people
into their warm fired homes.
Homeless lay awake
in a frozen reality,
the snow hides everything from
people , what you forget,
Is usually always forgotten
in the snow.

O' ray!
O' ray!
   O' ray, O' sunshine
Bring back the hot days
where my skin shined
so bright.
It had the  sun
green with envy
for that moment - all
was surreal.
Purple becomes green.
Gold to yellow, brown to rust.
Lets go and make our
next busk
tell me of a time, where
yesterday was always today
and tomorrow never came.
The sun in an ever looping instance of "rising" or
was it "falling"?
We'll never know and
who'd want to know?
Oblivious to oblivion
Living in disproportion,
Where yelling in ears becomes
whispering prayers and crazy muttering
become insightful guides.
A place where all I Am is
confused, and I'm the
Confusion. Now bring me to madness
and (I Know the conclusion)

I only loved you
when it was
Convenient
I'm really sorry
that I  didn't think
of you
( When it really mattered.)
What's the matter with my
soul? It isn't correct
but nothing feels wrong.

I feel something , I don't know
if it's "sorry".

Looking into the void.
I think I seen you.

Reached out.
We met again.

For the first time.

It was love


Possibly maybe.

holding on to right now.


Frozen. your face perfection.

Eyes closed.

Waiting so anxiously for you
to open them.

You don't.
   My heart arrested by your beauty.
   Shatters when you chose not
   to look at me.



I don't feel any signs of growing.

Mocking me, I
Stare with complete
Rage.
Quiet still.
Faces diamond like
Frozen and sentient
Biting fingertips
And kissing ***
Cigarettes are your
Sighs
Teeth exposed for
Attitude.
Eyes frail, eyelashes
Extended to heaven.
Ecstasy is natural.
Reflection becomes the
Days puddles form on
Rainy days

My *** is rare
like a prissy feline riding
a horse with an attitude
that is diamond.
But, oh, when you have it
horizons become golden
Yellow stones Ol' Glory shoots.
The "O" on my mouth is
missing an X.
XO, XO
roughly my own gender prohibits
further exploration.
Sexuality flows like water
crashing and smashing
smooth and rough
refreshing.
Lemonade, **** and nasty
just how I like it.
Puckering, *******, licking
*******...

My mind is on fire
with the itch of
curiosity.
Like the flakes from
my scalp
Ideas fall from my head
where they lay, I simply
blow them off.
I left empty handed
And sore from
scratching for answers .

There is a truth
I know,
and I feel the truth is something
no one wants to know.
Like most realities
others would most likely
want to be blissfully ignorant,
I can't say I wouldn't
Disagree. But it is worth something
unlike nothing,
nothing has no matter
something is a matter.
However dense, however hollow
There is worth in anything,
maybe in nothing
seeds of thought sprout.
Consciousness grows with each
ounce of sunlight from each
passing day.
Branches extend outward
from the origins, in the name of progression.
We grow, we understand

The water is flavorless  when it hits my coffee stained tongue
I crave hydration. My white lined lips  argue that it's impossible

I need some
help with the mundane
Traffic lights are
screaming green
to let me go
Let me go
home
trying to live on
pennies and dimes
drunk all the
time, yelling through
thin apartment walls
Voices I don't know
tell me
what to do
they give me reason to be
Still keeping me bound
on all fours.
Burning me
with cigarettes and
poisoning me.
My breathing is forced
people smell of *****
and body odor
Nothing else to do
but get gone
soo
lets get
gone
from all thats wrong

I want to
scream so hard
that an aperture
swallows my whole
existence.
Me and my history,
my own body and conscious
mind.
To be totally
immersed into
complete nothing.
No one knowing or
ever knowing .
My eyes desire to roll back,
tongue flipping to be
swallowed

It has been
awhile.
My tongue went
missing,
a tape recorder
of things people
already said shoved
into its place.
The blood in my being
is heated with the love of my significant,
without him my heart is
cold.