in already @ first streetlamp
the ocean states away
with my broken complacency,
new deserts, mollasses blood
settled in my feet within each footprint
lunar lisping in the night air
augment consolement in me
because i feel empty
eyes swimming in the new view

On a train to anywhere
I read scribbled love notes
from a stranger

we believe
in the narcissistic consumption of thought
is that art?

bite my dancing tongue
like electric mollasses
I slide down your throat

thoughts bleed through my sinuses
once again

but I wont give up

we live, in a cryptic sense
steps through the rubble
the things we've left behind
like a shadow of your chaos
sickly sweet soaking sugar

a finale
that doesn't have an end.

tick tock tick
enflame creativity and begin
swallow your diction
begin to feel sick
taste of acidity
like all those years ago
living in hell

eroded finger tips
and silly scars

look me in the eye
I know a lie
when I'm being raised by one

digress
into the silence of understanding
calm my tremors
hold my shaking limbs
against your ever beating chest

shivers down my spine
like blaming you

for why I am.

the change has been decided
I'm burned out
from too much ultraviolet rays
and hazy days
can't see for the smoke
that I'm going insane
I forgot my name
to escape from any pain
and I don't tell my loved ones
what's wrong
I just it put on the page
The change has been decided
it's time to climb out that pit
and get a grip
before I resort to something violent

because I'd rather be smiling
than waking up hungover
with a mouth like a fire pit
I'd rather be sober
but my head is split
I usually do the opposite
and end up doing dumb ****
The days last forever
I'm too bored to appreciate nice weather
and I've skipped all my classes
glued to my mattress
sometimes I move slower than mollasses
smelling like I need a shower
one too many night cap glasses
a classic addict
all my friends say
"It's just college habits"
it's tragic
but I'm trying to change my ways
turning all my lazy days
into work
I don't want to be the ****
who throws his entire life away
who needs it anyways?
not me,
the change has been decided

it is late
but not that late
and the wind blows against the side of the house
and the rusted metal eaves creak with the weight of their age outside my window
and i think that i might like to lay beside you
and listen to the world outside
while the wind howls and time streams by mollasses slow
and you will keep me warm
and i will keep you warm
maybe we will watch childrens movies
and huddle together like children frightened of the wind
and maybe we will fall asleep
and maybe we wont
it has been so long
since i was able to feel familiar with someone
but i think i could feel it again
with you

I whisper in the whirlwind,
and your smile greets my call.
Hand in hand we swing idly,
humming our tune in the valley.
Your eyes mollasses, your breath honey,
I sway to the song of your stories.
A little oak player bumping its tune.
Do you remember that Spring day?
Do you remember the words you used to say?
I knew what it meant I knew the words too.
I knew what it was that we all had to do.
So I sit now, our trials complete.
Your head in your lap, your love at my feet.
And I know what it means to be the one true
Yes my darling, I have to say, "I love you."