That day
When I kissed you
Surprisingly
And fast
I think I was
Fighting to
Catch up
To all that I lost
Those two years
That you were gone
And I think that kiss
Told me I loved you again
And that I could never stop
And that I never did
I think that action
Taken by me
Sealed myself
In a wonderful fate
With you.

something about shotgun poems
shot on hello poetry
put it all on the line
where I have a few seconds
to write something
from the gut
let it spray
then its done
and then the internet
takes its course
its pretty ******
cool
I think Hank
would have had helloofva time
with this game

so I'll sip my wine
and wait to pounce

I promise baby I trust you
And oh, you know I love you

But do you still want me ?
Your little baby
Is so very sick
sick
sick
in the head

Now don't lie to me
Whisper to me quietly
Would I still look as pretty dead?
May I take a peak inside your head?

I need to know

If your favourite colour is red
Or is it blue?
Both seem just as alluring to you

But how should I know?
Is your heart on your sleeve is just a show?
I'll ask, but I already know

you are as lovely within
as you are on the skin

For you
my grinch heart grew
3 sizes, did you say?
Must be our lucky day

send me to the chorus
tropical tunes take me away
drop the bass
let the reverb fade

I have all the time in the world to waste on thoughts of passing yesterdays and let the sky unfold in front of me like one of Picasso's masterpieces-
for the most part it leaves me speechless.
Skill grander than all- you cannot simply teach this

                                     ~

And i feel like lately the thing that kept me (in)sane
was all of that whiskey,
cheap food and *******
dont worry baby
I swear my whole brain chemistrys changed but just keep in mind
all my demons left untamed

No, I don't think I'll never be the same me
I'll always be a little crazy
All because of these
finely ground, exhilerating white lines
in between petty crimes

from bathroom stalls to thousand dollar coffee tables
each cut a string loose
that was keeping my floaty mind stable
coming back to reality,
a complex cat's cradles
all going on under the table

With everything so sporatic, did you read all of my tale?
But only those with displayed dedication know if it is fact or fable.

Feel the waves around you
Falling through a mirror
Trapped inside your ribcage
My prayers are whispers
So I don't irritate your throat
So you can still breathe the air outside
So I can get some light

My skin is porous
And my nails are crooked
Feeling ever wicked inside of you
Following your bruises
And peeking out through your
Cuts every once in a while

My life is devoted
To observing your choices
Traveling to your ear canals
Telling you the universe's secrets

And I will follow all your veins
Do you know your body's stained?
Remember all those bar room floors
Eyes hypnotized by silent words
Shaped out of her lonely corpse

Your sailing on a small boat craft
You tell yourself to not look back
And theyre calling for you
From the homeland shore

You will never see their faces anymore.

And finding yourself all alone
The raining and shivers turn to stone
There are eyes peeking at you through the dark
Watching you as your soul embarks

Sporatic thoughts grow through your head
Youre dancing on a riverbed
All the while your sinking slowly down
Your eyes are bright joy and light
You've never seemed so satisfied
Being on the very edge of death
All the while your losing your breath

Feel the waves around you
Falling through a mirror
Trapped inside your ribcage
My prayers are whispers
So I don't irritate your throat
So you can still breathe the air outside
So I can get some light

My skin is porous
And my nails are crooked
Feeling ever wicked inside of you
Following your bruises
And peeking out through your
Cuts every once in a while

My life is devoted
To observing your choices
Traveling to your ear canals
Telling you the universe's secrets

And I will follow all your veins
Do you know your body's stained?
Remember all those bar room floors
Eyes hypnotized by silent words
Shaped out of her lonely corpse

Your sailing on a small boat craft
You tell yourself to not look back
And theyre calling for you
From the homeland shore

You will never see their faces anymore.

And finding yourself all alone
The raining and shivers turn to stone
There are eyes peeking at you through the dark
Watching you as your soul embarks

Sporatic thoughts grow through your head
Youre dancing on a riverbed
All the while your sinking slowly down
Your eyes are bright joy and light
You've never seemed so satisfied
Being on the very edge of death
All the while your losing your breath

Feel the waves around you
Falling through a mirror
Trapped inside your ribcage
My prayers are whispers
So I don't irritate your throat
So you can still breathe the air outside
So I can get some light

My skin is porous
And my nails are crooked
Feeling ever wicked inside of you
Following your bruises
And peeking out through your
Cuts every once in a while

My life is devoted
To observing your choices
Traveling to your ear canals
Telling you the universe's secrets

And I will follow all your veins
Do you know your body's stained?
Remember all those bar room floors
Eyes hypnotized by silent words
Shaped out of her lonely corpse

Your sailing on a small boat craft
You tell yourself to not look back
And theyre calling for you
From the homeland shore

You will never see their faces anymore.

And finding yourself all alone
The raining and shivers turn to stone
There are eyes peeking at you through the dark
Watching you as your soul embarks

Sporatic thoughts grow through your head
Youre dancing on a riverbed
All the while your sinking slowly down
Your eyes are bright joy and light
You've never seemed so satisfied
Being on the very edge of death
All the while your losing your breath

That which we are
We believe to be
Only in our head we say
Maybe a little more we'll think
But when we're challenged
Then we realize we're so much bigger
When the pain hits us
What happens in a hopeless situation?
When there's no more time
It seems every move is the wrong move
Even though words still rhyme
We'd sweat if we could
We don't feel like crying
We can't do nothin'
Even if we tried
My thoughts are sporatic
But my resolution is whole
I've got what it takes
To shoot in the hole

the words are few and fleeting
they hide outside my door
my poet's mind retreating
a hollow empty roar
i turn to quiet nights
and share old words with the dead
these lost and passing spirits
whisper kindness in my head
the sleep it comes sporatic
the Sun no longer beams
to light my inner sanctum's eye
to capture poetic dreams
i yield to blank submission
the flickering screen and stare
i feel no sense of mission
the poem tree is bare