Images captioned by darkness,

My eyes closed...
Invasive thoughts -
Somber mind,
Silhouette of those lips...

Your taste on my toungue -
Our love entangled,
Us; Together...

A man in his suffering bridaled by his toungue. A collection of thoughts that are reduced to a sum. With his fate at hand at the rolling of a thumb. His attempt at redemption is met to be shunned. He will forever be held by the passing of the moon and sun. He watches helplessly wanting to say so much but never does. He is his own prisoner. He want's to be but never does. He is the man who does not understand true love. He is the man that once was.

-RSC

Star Bright eyes
Looking up dreaming of the skies
Got her wondering what's beyond the threshold
She's got the stars in her eyes
and the universe in her head
Made her wonder why she bled
the first time the arrow of affection hit her

Don't mind her she's just hoping too hard
To make a difference in this world to realize this time
Daddy's never comming home
Sisters already full grown
now its time for her to come into her own
Like the first time she felt hate first hand

Still trying to find her home away from home
outcast since they threw the first stone
she'll never show it though, she'll never shed a tear
rather bite her toungue untill it bleeds than to show her fear
She's used to it, she's beat up and she hides it well
maybe she's just lost and confused
won't take what the world tried to feed her, she refused
keep walking mile after mile
even if it kills her she won't stop
She'll keep going until she drops.

post haste
ad hoc
ad infinitem
off we go

don't you know
a taste of
high  waisted
words
a just and  
spectacular
flow

perhap not
nobody  
really knows

fire works
sparks and blows
of letters
settin your
world  aglow
may even be some
vernacular
on show

word spar
no, no
just emptying
the  brain's
word jar
in one
ridiculous
go

blatherskite
wowsers
braggadicio


thats right
words of
nonsense
might

break out
fake out
make out
to be
smarter
than they
truly are

spay my
toungue
and leash
my brain

before
i reign
in origami
crown
and
threadbare
poet's cloak
rockin rolling
ruling
seesaw slow
ride to
insecurity
teetering
on a throne
of mispronounciation
and bleghhgity blah rime

mine
no one elses
you all primed

check my byblow
what do ya know
abnegation
eschewal
abjuration
palinode

retraction
of recantation
no retaliation
just words
in a quick
an flirty show

Pretty Liar, oh
my daughter-maid
who cannot bring herself to rage.
Carved from a river stone,
she was sketched and carved
to flesh and bone.
A viscious toungue of sea-bed viper
clamps to ankles of dead-like surviors.
How cruel these final moist moments are..
Not even allowing the sea-men
to shoot a glimpse
at the angel behind the bar
bringing them down from afar.
Nor to see the spots
of the velvet tiger
before their ears and nose
crushed, kiss together.

Torn like a brand new sweater
One that you had been waiting forever to get
Saving all that you had for that sweater
The thread finally came to an end
To soon if you asked me
But you never did
Swallowing and savoring the last of that bitterness you left on my toungue
****
I'd be devoured by pain
But your to fine
Too okay
Little things can set me off
Seeing things that I once saw
I don't want to
They just appear  like magic
My mind is torturing me
When he touches me I am numb
For your fingers are all I can feel
When he kisses me
I cringe
For your lips are all I can taste
How I long for an ending to these prolonged feelings
You continue to be amazing
Which is what hurts the most
I don't know how long this will last
But for now
I guess i'm half empty

No more,
a hidden continent
now i know,
the last of the secrets,
within the shadowy downs
of the geography,
you held,
has the signature of my eyes,
every sparrow and dove
in bushes has heard
my voice, speak to them,
in whispers,
from the depth of my heart.
2
Your armpits smell like
hay from from last harvest,
and psychedelic mushrooms,
of the river side;
your saliva tastes
like winter light;
on full moon nights,
your secret forests
have the diffused
taste of mint
mixed with a dash of musk,
that heightens the spirit.
Your fruits aren't
the overripe sweet-
i don't go for;
they taste tarty,
on my toungue,
that make me swoon,
with delight.
3
Your voice turns
to a husky shiver,
when you are moist,
your nails sail
like ships caught in high winds,
across the seas of my back,
  showing an intense
thirst for my blood.
When my fingers touch,
expectant softness,
you grit your teeth
as if you are hurt,
by the intense attack
of high waves that devastate,
your final resistance.
You lung forward,
as if you want to eat me alive,
out of love;this moment is
  like a huge boulder,
rolling down a hill
and can't be stopped
unless we make it fast,
we try for that our level best.
Your eyes are now wild,
you are a tigress in heat.
4
We have exchanged
all our intimate secrets,
for the sake of  love for each other,
and stand naked
in front of the mirror
life holds.
OOO

my mind has an abundant amount of words piled ontop of my brain waiting to be reconigzed
my mouth opens to speak these words to you but nothing never seems to come or flow out right
but truth is you make feel like manhattans lights
because you make my insides burn
and that might sound horrible but it feels good and you make me feel like my favorite candy  because you make me feel so sweet but once the candy goes down i feel like nothing and nothing is how you make me feel. you have a toungue made out of blades and it cuts me very deep. sometimes you leave me there feeling so alone and cold like winters most harsh storms and you can be so bitter sweet because you make me hate myself but i love you. and sometimes i feel like we're up high but down low. you make me feel like a better person. you made me believe in myself even through my darkest nights and now i can fall asleep okay.
you make me lose my mind but you also help me find it and this is very ironic. just like my hatred for you  turned into love.
i feel safe with you and i feel real.
like everyones words cant break me because sometimes you build me up even though other days you knock me down. i love you and i love the fact that we arent easy.
A.M.

oh, she's the girl with the
cold lips
that sits in the corner
and mouths
words
she will never say
because she knows they're just too cold
for the average human.

ninety eight degrees hotter then you could ever be
but still she freezes you over with one look of her frosty eyes.

you get freezer burn
when she kisses you
but you like the feeling of being
chilled to the bone

mind over matter.
something over nothing.

am
i right?

i'm stuck in a constant state of nothing
and
apathy keeps me cold
while i make love by the fire.

in this world
im surrounded by hipsters
that i pick my teeth with
and my reasoning is
there lives matter as much as ants when you consider the things they do with their time.
and the worst thing is, for the most part i am right.

and i'm stuck in this miserable god forsaken city
with these miserable god forsaken clothes
on this miserable god forsaken
back.

smile so bright still, i do
but i still end up getting  cavities
from
their flesh inbetween my teeth.

tumblr ****.

recycled faces.

grody.

i hate people
but they taste so good.
especially their hopes and dreams

haha i really am a life ruiner.

bitter..?  i guess you could call her that
she tastes like stale water
with a little extra something on the side
she never fails to leave your toungue numb
though,

thats for sure.

so deadly
she is
but you know you love it.
there's a deep rooted craving
in all of us
for things that tear us apart
and

she's just
sharpened
her icicle fingers
pointed like knifes
that she'll run through your hair
when she makes you a cake filled with poison
on your birthday

it was made with love.
i honestly don't understand how they all ended up dead, officer.

what.

she'll pretend that she cares
and spin you a fabricated story
but she. really.  ******* doesn't.

you mean as much to her
as what she regurgitates onto paper

so a lot.

not.

she could **** you
in one foul swoop
but she likes to watch you fail
so
go ahead and scramble for a safety you will never find
eventually you're going to end up losing yourself
or your mind

it's the same thing these days.


i just want to find one person
who understands this disease
and
has the cure to make me love again
rebirth me
into a world where i belong and can rule

please
    


dear nonexistent identical clone of a person

whatever universe you are in
whatever you are called
whatever you are
if you understand me
please tell me you        
do


are you trapped in a paradox just like me..?
will you call me on Sunday's after a bad run in at the church where i end up shooting a little bit too much of you up into my veins, to make sure i'm still breathing?
how do you like me and your eggs
battered, broken, or sunny side down?

the answer is no.

silly goose.

no one loves you.
and
no one is there listening on the other side of that phone.
(universe)
the line is dead
and so is your humanity.


these puns
and these lines
that i've been writing around this head
are driving me nuts.
i'm knitting a noose for your neighbor
but this has all left me without a single hair on my head.

i'm sorry that i'm so frustrating


so where was i..it seems i've lost track of where this all began?

i plead the fifth.

this girl.

right.

nevermind.          


there's not too much to her, really.
she's simplistically consistent in her ways.

oops

sorry

that
was a lie.

maybe next time you'll get it right
and get the **** over yourself


okay.

let's start over.

****
i'm losing my mind


she's the girl with the
pale face
that sits in the corner

the girl with the
antartica heart
that you just can't warm.
she'll **** you before she lets you try.
in fact.


not today
though
and
not tomorrow

     not you
not again.

heed my warning

step back before you
die
before
i
freeze your heart next to mine.

              before you're trapped forever.
.