I can write for you
Or I can write for me

I can recieve the instant gratific8tion
Or I can release my feels

The rawness and jaggedness and ugl8ness of something unrefined that runs too long and lacks or
Der

If I am to be a collector of confirmation and praise, only one category is permitted:
My own.
I want to 0ractice not eating the marshmallow.

No second chances!
No do-overs!
That is one of the regreatable rules of time.

No more pigtails & pretty dresses,
No more Horsey-back & Piggy-back rides,
No more Tee-ball & Soccer,
No more Marry Poppens & Wizard of OZ,
No more Popcorn & Video games,
No more homework & bed time stories,
No more marshmellow roasts & snipe hunts,
No more sand castles & sand dollars,
No more Sparklers & Pinwheels.

No time to pause & reflect!
It can only cause regret!
Enjoy it along the way while you can.
Everything is temporary.

I look at you and melt.
This feeling, before never felt.
I taste you with my eyes.
Like ******* Jack you hide the prize.
You are to me like sweets.
The kind you lick, and ****, and eat.
A tootsie lolipop.
And in the center- a gumdrop.
When I see you I drool.
Sometimes you make me act the fool.
Your words are honey-dipped,
Remind me of when nectar drips.
Caramel Marshmellow pie,
Your sugar shock, it gets me high.
Your mouth's a chocolate kiss,
Hershey's aint gat nothing on this.

You're sweeter than desert,
The best desert on earth.
The kind that I want all the time,
Until my belly hurts.

she a god
with so much beauty its odd
how many break her heart
but thee god in me an the god she see
puts it back to part
from where the puzzle starts
i see what turns them into sharks
but i worship her feet an i praise her
an im the one thats highly favored
i pray to God for prayers for us
cause the devil he preys with lust
but she walk on rose petals
body soft like a marshmellow
red stillettos
body move like jello
desire in my eyes has to keep me mellow
ima make sure this night aint forgetful

When i was ten I asked mom to hire a stripper instead I got a sitter.
Still I saved my allowence in hopes cause im no quiter.
In highschool I got busted drinking in the parking lot.
So I ratted on the teachers on the lounge who to which I sold ***.

My first girfriend was math teacher.
She said I was the devil dumped my **** now she's the wife of a preacher.
Its hell to drink alone thats why you can find me at the bar.
that guy cutting jokes hitting on anything in a skirt yeah hampsters you know who I are.


I been behind bars for some things I say I didnt do.
Trouble loves me so.
Im at christmas like santa how I love a **.
cant figure my direction to the this mystery you really dont need a clue.

Got eight dui's fifteen drunken in public a partridge and a pair tree.
When the judge asked son are you insane.
My reply was hell amigo im just being me.

I borrwed a car and took it for a short five state trip.
And when the cop pulled me in Atlanta I just raised my glass and asked hey friend wanna sip.
They call me Gonzo.
I love whiskey strippers and *******.
Ive dated a **** star  who left me cause she was worried id hurt her image
cause she  thought I might be insane.

Burned down the highschool for lack of nothing better to do.
Yeah schools out  wanna marshmellow  mister long fellow.
I'll pass on the long walk on the beach why not just head for the dunes and have a
cheap *****.

***** old man whos still kinda young.
Living till I die  lets hit the bar I'll take another hit till im in the iron lung.
Im so good at being bad.
***** the truth just make up how many ya had.

One last round till I hit the ground.
Do ya ever wonder how it would be.
To cast care to the wind and hang with me?

Nobody likes ya well sure i do.
Well maybe till I wreck your car  call you at four in the morning to ask hey ya sleeping?
Light fire to the forest just taking a **** and borrow your life savings maybe throw a party at your expense.
Just have some innocent fun and forget to check ID's.
Tape the preachers daughter  getting nauthy sell it straight to dvd.
look a girls got expenses im just saying someone slap me.

So really wanna hangout?
Come on im not that bad trust me.
Im worse.

So enjoy that life so normal  take your pills.
Work your **** off for the weekend and sleep ease as you nap.
That you really dont run with the Gonzo
So stay crazy hampsters and of course avoid the clap.


                          Cheers from your favorite
                                         Madman

from this distance, the town looked like paper shaped
into origami buildings. you could tell that everything
has it's own hue of smoke and mirrors, even though
all of us are made out of the same material.

the buildings were built to fall apart eventually,
like a tooth pick and marshmellow tower, and
it's all because the fragility of these things we
don't notice. we do not notice the frailness
of these things because we are desensitied
to the idea of things lasting forever.

you could see how fake everything has became
like a fog enveloping the town from this distance.
nobody notices the big picture because the small
things are always more difficult to ignore.

everything was made of plastic and paper, and the
only thing that wasn't fake were the memories
behind this town. people don't strain their necks
when looking back at this flash frame town.

they don't feel the need to.

- kra

By: Nabs

A crystal clear laugh can be heard
Coming out from your lips
The fluttering of your eyelashes
Remind me of butterfly wings

You often speak quietly
Not out of shyness
But because you don't feel the need
To shout out your existence

The heaving of your chest
As you take each breath in and out
Made me remember the time
When you tried to choke it all down

Sometimes I see the spidery veins in your hands
And I think about lacing our hands together
How imperfect you are
And how the blood stains will always stays

We cried together, once upon a dream
I wipe your tears and you wiped mine
What comes off was a different thing
Yours were pain and mine was loneliness

Sometimes I wish I could trace your tear tracks
You never bother to hide them
You were never afraid to show it to the world
Maybe that is why they decided to burn you down

When I lay down, closing my eyes
And sleep under the willow tree
Often I see you hanging
Shards of crystals protruding from your back

Watching as the blood,
Drips down from your body
Pooling on the ground, turning the grass red Like the poppies you love so much

You often ask what love is
I would choke at that
And my answer would be lodged in my throat
Couldn't come out

Couldn't
Wouldn't
Such a paper thin difference

So I would reply with nonsense,
"Dude, why the heck would you ask me that? You're definitely asking the wrong person."
You would laugh at that
A loud free laugh as if it was wrenched out of you
And I saw you shatter more

There is one night
Where you sneak into my private corner
Where you smile mischievously
You left with a gift of awareness of your presence

You often fell asleep in the middle of a sentence
It was funny at first
And I would laugh
I could not find any humor after the tenth time it happen

Destruction often follow your footsteps
You would claim you do not intend it
I would pretend to not see
That you left wounds because you are wounded

"I'm happy", you abruptly claimed one day
You were lying through your teeth
But I could see that the cracks are getting wider
"I'm happy too", I said.

We laughed at how foolish we are

Sometimes time with you passes
Like sands through my finger
It is as if we have a hourglass
For our time together

I feel unsettled by that

We were pretentious
You and I
You would grin your **** eating grin
And offered me a high five

How could you be so perfect
With all the imperfectness you have
I never believed the word perfect
Until you with all your cracks, stood in all your glory

"I am drowning", you confesses to me one day
"In what?", I would ask
That night were a pitch black night
But I could feel your eyes boring into me

Later on, I would say that I am drowning too
You look at me startled, eyes glowing
Then you lace our hands
And letting the wind kiss your lips

I love you
But that is not and will not be
The words that will come forth from our lips
We know each other too well for that

There is a festival going on in the town
They're burning marshmellow in the bonfire
"And a body too," the wind whispered

You came to me that night with your edges melting and the thick smell of smoke

You said you're ashes now and you complement me

I wish I could hug you
That night when you're covered with ashes
But I did not allow my self
Because I, myself are dusted with glass

So we laced our hands together
Despite the blood and grime
Pain and Loneliness
What a beautifully wretched pair

Once we cried together
Wreathed by the ray of sunlight
Too bright for us to withstand
So we wipe each other tears

"Together", we said to each other
Tangling and knotting our hands together
Kissing each other temples while blood drips down
Falling together from the sky

Colour of a blue eyed newborn's
Iris sneaking itself through
Marshmellow clouds lined
With pink mother-of-pearl
And my admiration.
I want to touch everything.
I work with my hands.
I can build whatever you need,
And am the best tickler
South of the Arctic.
I want to put my fingers through
Anything beautiful I see.
Always looking;
Wanting to touch.
                              
That which begs to be touched
My mind caressing tree limbs
Breathing in celestial counterparts
To weave through this new configuration
Third eye open
Stumbled upon fathomless depths
Unknown
Wide brimmed, wide eyed
Don't sleep, don't sleep
So much yet to soak up
To taste


That which begs to be tasted.
Skin, warm with wanting,
Wet with relief and
Passing contentment.
Lips that uttered
Curses now kiss soft
Fingertips tracing
More love than
Love has ever had.
All is new
To the reborn.
Here are my hands.
They see through me,
Look into you, and rest
Upon the centre of your
Innermost centermost.
An umbilical between
Godess and
Man.
I smile mouthfulls
Of everything.


Hopeful, hope filled
The silver edge to this cloud
Dropping rainbow 3pm's to halo
Around my grinning skull
I am simple in my sobriety
Chrystal cut clear in winter yearning
Seeing the forest finally for the trees
These wonders reaching down out of the darkness
Shedding light on this pale, pale mourning
Nerve tips trace along your dips and curves
Memorizing
Mesmerized

And that baby-eye blue
Is now a full grown heaven
Full of sweet nothings
And nobodys,
Holding only such ideas as
Void and timelessness
In its handless hands.
I watch it with you; arm
Around your doll waist,
Shoulder against your
Head.
It's a new day.
A new, beautiful day.
A new, beautiful, hopeful
Day for us both.
Pots of gold on either end
Of this unimaginary
Rainbow.

I.
my roommate is
an extended sigh
she wakes up every morning and
makes French-press coffee,
which is foreign in my household
she has a soft heart,
liked a bruised peach
and when I smoke **** in the evenings
she talks about art house films
over sautéed cucumbers
and I pretend to listen

II.
I read somewhere this morning
that you should replace all your
“I’m sorrys”
with
“thank yous”
like, instead of
“sorry I am such a mess”
it should be
“thank you for loving me unconditionally
thank you for wanting to have my name coat your tongue
thank you for refurbishing my past like an antique dresser”
I haven’t once spoken these words
since being with you

III.
I walked down College without headphones
I could hear my blood’s humming voice
I carried the same three treats I bought with you:
a brownie
a s’mores bar
a Ruffles chip marshmellow square
at Crawford, I could hear you in the box
scratching like a rat
when I got home,
I lit a candle
and ravenously ate you on my bed

Gaze upon the moon.
Moonlight illuminates the room.
Stars glitter & glow.
An enchanting beauty it bestows.
The cold night sky.
Makes me feel alive.
Not wanting to die.
An immortal existence.
Humanity has no resistance.
Fireworks penetrate the fog.
Gathering around the campfire on a log.
Rainbow colors that dont blur, you can see clearly. An image that depression is a cure.
A strength unweary.
Roasting marshmellow smores,
while the others sleep & snore.
Collecting more fire wood.
Right before me is where the grizzly bear stood.
He wanted food that is what I understood.
If you run they will attack.
The woods I wont be going back.
To live you have to stand still or try to climb a tree.
Don't run to the hills.
Just stay & be.
Animals smell fear. That much is clear.
Food attracts them. Tranqualize could be wise.

So here I am in
a three bed house painting up
the well mouldy walls

Jeez there is mould in
every room and it's whiffs worst
then my old trainers

Eh! Did I say my
feet whiff..yes of course they do
Of sweet daffodils

So I sanded down
the walls and ended up like
a marshmellow man

Then I rolled the walls
If I keep on rolling like
this i shall end up

with Popeye arms , hmm
not very appealing on
a woman I say

O I'm a woman
Yes of course I am , I ****
too ain't that so fun

Oh dear looks like my
poem is not going to
plan , now where's the paint!

In bedroom is an
old wardrobe made of a tree
And it's so heavy

I wondered what tree
it was..aww bless where have all
the lovely leaves gone

Hey maybe it's a
magical wardrobe . But I
haven't got the time

to step in and have
a good old nose around , I
looked outside window

I saw a magpie
And pigeons on a house roof
Sitting quietly

I think there asleep
Ah well I be off now I
best get back to work

Marshmellow soul
Covered in all the wrong things
Your a nightmare, not a dream
I just thought you’d like to know
That I don’t like you for what you did
Any I’m pretty sure it was my fault anyway
I can hear you say it like it was just today
I’m not alone
But why do I feel like it
Your like a ghost haunting me still
Can’t let it go
It’s clenched in my fist
Crazy Some people never get to feel this
I’m not lost
But I can’t seem to find my way
It’s this place
I grew up in and can’t leave
It’s got me ****** in
I’m a prisoner
I should have listened
When you said I had to run
Far away
I’m starting to think it’s just my fate
It’s crazy some people never get to feel this

and what the ****, would i ever do...
blooming, robust with happiness!
with happiness i'd have to tow:
contentment! with it... a sense of an achieved
life! a purpose!
a gehennah of utopia! a zenith!

such that death is...
the lesser sire of the deity's omni- litany
of chores...
gravity and the prizeless,
personification of Atlas...
what is death?
i too await this feeble magic trick...
i too await this conjuring of dust...
this summa summarum of:
where proverbs began and where
proverbs end...
i do not feign to look again at:
the insect i didn't ****...
i curse each time i blindly stomp
on a marshmellow of a mollusk...
but with all clarity of
intent!
a mosquito i will...

i wonder, however, how this might ever
find critical traction...
grief for selling...
the maddening ordeal of a well tuned
tongue to the already *******(d) crowd...
no...
back the household chores!
the house needs to smell of rhubarb!
by now i couldn't only feign drunkness:
if i weren't so lethargic with
grief that, that is has
become almost a leisure to weep...
it's a saddening realisation that:
at best, for man, a quest for shedding
sharpening of diamonds...
for beauty...
and for the lesser sire -
a tired excuse of perseverance...

       what would i ever do with happiness?
it would exhaust me
as this sadness does...
i would have to live a life
without expectations...
without nuance... without a freshly begot
inquisitiveness...

for all that might leave me content...
i would be: by default... a malcontent;
by the default paradox of
universal fraction that is, i too, man.

Boulders, birds and grapes were depicted
in these massive mind and body conflicting
epics, convoluted, that accurately predicted
what the present's freeing and constricting.

The operations and equations
lead to dramas and elations,
unfathomable until witnessed,
faced by your own ****** self.

You wished you were a hero, greek
or roman, nerd nor ****, no geek
no stock-photo of a human being.
Yet you missed what you should have been seeing.

Wait for the second marshmellow
and give it to the unfortunate fellow
that's lost inside your garden walls.
Be amazed by the rises and don't forget to enjoy the falls.