so the rest of us can hear
a story of you
sitting next to me.
how nothing was said in the bathroom
when you flushed the final time. away with wishes.
go away with your wishes.
laughter from under each other.
crying so you can breathe.
(the riddle- jacco gardner)
a suffocation of ego, soul released just like so.
into your empty again room. hidden your self in a treasure chest, beating bright in dull light, until your foreign fingers lift us up again. fragile lady, its crowded in here, the air is tight.
i am the other side of you.
im on. ill let you go. sew you leaving pins in. dreaming in daylight.
we know. you. you will always know me.
11.16.2014
6.09.2014
you are my best friend.
" just don't want to ever stop looking at this wall. " Don't JUST look then; turn away and make your new face.
Going to record these atrocities for those with nightlife animosity.
I'm going to also forgive myself. Now.
By burning bridges, after being the last to ever cross. once over again.
Love. The word so love able. A discretion awakened by the touch of a one linked by vibration only felt by a two. Three is a communion awakened by a lone sleeping flower who snuck into your nose.
Devour for there is no color but one, the solitude of another in the morning a pleasant intrusion by black coffee on the day made by your mother.
On through, to the next bare faced beauty.
WHY. the question countered for the only one who has the answers, its real when its fuzzy. The only lens that makes it all so ugly.
Toxic girl. Sits next to a world. Tangled in her straightened curls. It may be narcissistic the way her own life has missed her.
Being. Torn. Being wick lit worn. By a town that refuses to resonate a sonorous soul, fish not falling for bait, a levee soon to break the binding of a book.
Eyes crossed to focus a wild look.ing glass. at the tip of her toes she may dance on the petals of a rose with no intent to land.
A culture in which shes only the aunt,a sister of the spinsters.
Every statement a comma will enter to embellish the next idea of man.
Stanza trance, liquid tainted prance, you didn't go to the show, instead out the window into yours i'll do all but glance. You talk to yourself like you know-a fondness of the crossed armed kid sitting on the imaginary bench just waiting for himself. Herself, and the end of Self. for the reason of not having any reason. She grins. Emasculated tango a dominant creature took my hand and asked for his own.
8* solid sides and by the time you're inside all that's cold and restless subsides.
A wanderation of new the light hits you, a punch you never threw a glass wont pursue the blues. A stash of rocks lifts into the sky what makes up a you.
** "Ready to shake branches hard, so leaves may fall where they may. "and its June,
"who wants to watch the way sunbeams flicker on the leaves veins as their little heart leave brains for calmer pastures. Making new soil for something more worth the sun they drank in last life."
I know your safe not by what is following you.
A shadow unafraid by the way it lights you.
tattered road.
Where ever you go a love seat awaits you.
Long love the bones that grew not as strong but as long and broad we will trod on. Sand and dirt blending black and blue. Bruised and obliterated. I tap these words entering them like a needle in need of thread that seams the choice, the strings that weave a voice.
A knowledge that makes wisdom moist with happy tears. Not a fear. No red spills to wipe from your dearest near.
** "Thank you for not pretending. I'm going to walk outside and feel the moon now." says the wind,
Tend to the steam that suns sets on your centered house of bent beams. Trivial travels.
Country lad and his stubborn bull battles of head and saddle.
When cowboys spit, its the mist of a city.
Ants eat when they aren't hungry. Eat only that which makes your communication rejoice:In life and its predetermining choice.
A piece of all hearts to make up this skipped a beat country.
Going to record these atrocities for those with nightlife animosity.
I'm going to also forgive myself. Now.
By burning bridges, after being the last to ever cross. once over again.
Love. The word so love able. A discretion awakened by the touch of a one linked by vibration only felt by a two. Three is a communion awakened by a lone sleeping flower who snuck into your nose.
Devour for there is no color but one, the solitude of another in the morning a pleasant intrusion by black coffee on the day made by your mother.
On through, to the next bare faced beauty.
WHY. the question countered for the only one who has the answers, its real when its fuzzy. The only lens that makes it all so ugly.
Toxic girl. Sits next to a world. Tangled in her straightened curls. It may be narcissistic the way her own life has missed her.
Being. Torn. Being wick lit worn. By a town that refuses to resonate a sonorous soul, fish not falling for bait, a levee soon to break the binding of a book.
Eyes crossed to focus a wild look.ing glass. at the tip of her toes she may dance on the petals of a rose with no intent to land.
A culture in which shes only the aunt,a sister of the spinsters.
Every statement a comma will enter to embellish the next idea of man.
Stanza trance, liquid tainted prance, you didn't go to the show, instead out the window into yours i'll do all but glance. You talk to yourself like you know-a fondness of the crossed armed kid sitting on the imaginary bench just waiting for himself. Herself, and the end of Self. for the reason of not having any reason. She grins. Emasculated tango a dominant creature took my hand and asked for his own.
8* solid sides and by the time you're inside all that's cold and restless subsides.
A wanderation of new the light hits you, a punch you never threw a glass wont pursue the blues. A stash of rocks lifts into the sky what makes up a you.
** "Ready to shake branches hard, so leaves may fall where they may. "and its June,
"who wants to watch the way sunbeams flicker on the leaves veins as their little heart leave brains for calmer pastures. Making new soil for something more worth the sun they drank in last life."
I know your safe not by what is following you.
A shadow unafraid by the way it lights you.
tattered road.
Where ever you go a love seat awaits you.
Long love the bones that grew not as strong but as long and broad we will trod on. Sand and dirt blending black and blue. Bruised and obliterated. I tap these words entering them like a needle in need of thread that seams the choice, the strings that weave a voice.
A knowledge that makes wisdom moist with happy tears. Not a fear. No red spills to wipe from your dearest near.
** "Thank you for not pretending. I'm going to walk outside and feel the moon now." says the wind,
Tend to the steam that suns sets on your centered house of bent beams. Trivial travels.
Country lad and his stubborn bull battles of head and saddle.
When cowboys spit, its the mist of a city.
Ants eat when they aren't hungry. Eat only that which makes your communication rejoice:In life and its predetermining choice.
A piece of all hearts to make up this skipped a beat country.
5.18.2014
running into my self
Unprepared for health. reckless marks ill find next to you in the morning,
Today we will be the matching cuts. singing in shrill voices to ourselves.
to play
to menace
to make grimace
to smile
upside down
your eyes cant frown. even if they constantly drown.
you taught mine to swim, with you pondering this tank of emotions you suffocated and sank as we continue to meet on this brilliant whim.
yes. all poetic and shit. night to night while you distract get sacked try for only eye contact. i scribble myself to bits.
BE.CAUSE.
intact interact react love note tacked desire packed in empty bags. i want only to smash and laugh.
Today we will be the matching cuts. singing in shrill voices to ourselves.
to play
to menace
to make grimace
to smile
upside down
your eyes cant frown. even if they constantly drown.
you taught mine to swim, with you pondering this tank of emotions you suffocated and sank as we continue to meet on this brilliant whim.
yes. all poetic and shit. night to night while you distract get sacked try for only eye contact. i scribble myself to bits.
BE.CAUSE.
intact interact react love note tacked desire packed in empty bags. i want only to smash and laugh.
An itch you can only scratch from the inside. Keep dreaming.
Class arrives with barefeet. the wind from her cartwheels leaves everyones hair unneat.
Voice shrill from the one and only thrill.
My friends surround themselves with reverberating hills.
Letting out the wild while the wilderness stays in.
Bang yo head, I lay out-spread. to sew up again this boundless book with the same ol' thread.
Will they leave? I feel the vacancy in heaps. of sugar, the ants will be patient long enough to evaporate into salty tears.
Embellishing plastic to your leather.
A soft cloud in strengthening weather.
Sounds appeal but the words just steal from treasured ears.
Heat rises, viens pulse, sigh. Smoke, no longer high.
I slept in your bed, feet restless next to your purring head.
Comedown, wound up, A joker's box of sincere loud.
For a deft crowd.
A habitat that leaves the moment you arrive. sprawling with deadly style and breaking the ground with each mile.
Exposing yourself only by closing doors.
Let him dance, feeling guilt like a dirty hound.
The darkness wants your love, it will fly with you in the night and follow you till your alone enough to love yourself.
White blossom you spoke to as a child, the only one in the world who was just like you. shaking with each heavy drop of all else.
You were innocent together, the scents of history, a sense of knowing the mystery.
Voice shrill from the one and only thrill.
My friends surround themselves with reverberating hills.
Letting out the wild while the wilderness stays in.
Bang yo head, I lay out-spread. to sew up again this boundless book with the same ol' thread.
Will they leave? I feel the vacancy in heaps. of sugar, the ants will be patient long enough to evaporate into salty tears.
Embellishing plastic to your leather.
A soft cloud in strengthening weather.
Sounds appeal but the words just steal from treasured ears.
Heat rises, viens pulse, sigh. Smoke, no longer high.
I slept in your bed, feet restless next to your purring head.
Comedown, wound up, A joker's box of sincere loud.
For a deft crowd.
A habitat that leaves the moment you arrive. sprawling with deadly style and breaking the ground with each mile.
Exposing yourself only by closing doors.
Let him dance, feeling guilt like a dirty hound.
The darkness wants your love, it will fly with you in the night and follow you till your alone enough to love yourself.
White blossom you spoke to as a child, the only one in the world who was just like you. shaking with each heavy drop of all else.
You were innocent together, the scents of history, a sense of knowing the mystery.
4.10.2014
if you tell the truth, there's nothing you have to remember.
If there's anything I remember about life it's christmas lights and all the little boy's eyes, strong in the sockets of these men, that see me from woman to child, and shake me back again.
This guitar plays itself
This guitar plays itself
The inebriation only starts when you've finished
Been so stuck in my throat, over with my voice; diminished vocal source.
Down with our mixed laundry, I did you a favor with the impatience still savored, folding your ego inside out and into the wrinkled mess it is without you.
4.06.2014
It's only night out because
the sun is in your soul.
Women move through the air as if they are rain drops of gold. Awaiting a worthy landing on your nose.
I can see you dancing, she moves as though she's being constantly loved, by nothing heavy, to hold her down, only above.
Self to self comes straight from the chest.
no matter what, it's felt. Physical rivers of light.
Yes. I've made you my guest.
Sitting on my loveseat before I let you in the door.
We have appeared
Recording the endeared
Splendid mess of yet.
Whatever you are thinking. Do it now.
Clasping vessel
Magnificent metal
Stargazer lies space side up,
He goes to the basement of his doubts, keeps reaching down.
If you saw what I see there's no place to land, deep sea seeping.
Shard of glass, smudging clarity in the air, mind awakens with words and pressure.
The only sense is the listen.
Pleasure. Leisure. Rolling thunder. A life long train. Holding so much vast visible pain.
I'm meek. Life aint mild.
Women move through the air as if they are rain drops of gold. Awaiting a worthy landing on your nose.
I can see you dancing, she moves as though she's being constantly loved, by nothing heavy, to hold her down, only above.
Self to self comes straight from the chest.
no matter what, it's felt. Physical rivers of light.
Yes. I've made you my guest.
Sitting on my loveseat before I let you in the door.
We have appeared
Recording the endeared
Splendid mess of yet.
Whatever you are thinking. Do it now.
Clasping vessel
Magnificent metal
Stargazer lies space side up,
He goes to the basement of his doubts, keeps reaching down.
If you saw what I see there's no place to land, deep sea seeping.
Shard of glass, smudging clarity in the air, mind awakens with words and pressure.
The only sense is the listen.
Pleasure. Leisure. Rolling thunder. A life long train. Holding so much vast visible pain.
I'm meek. Life aint mild.
2.24.2014
The candlelit boys.
while you were running around, the day was running late.
It's free. I'll get taken away, carried into a different space.
A TIME FOR PLAY.
A girl like you has been lacing those boots since 1882.
First thoughts spread out on the floor by your towering bed. An eyesore, the room knows how you look. The wooden door separates you from the many floors of people you'd never know, from basement hatred, of the self. The parts you left, scratching at the paint to get some of your breath back..and laugh.
He's a friend, dearest as the other half of the apple, the asymetrical star it makes in the core. Tossed out of a trucks window, like love made ashore, before the tide came in.
He's not quite mine, well, because he's his. And that's what I like.
Doilies on my ankles.
Nitrous in my knees. Up, cant look down.
Not afraid to listen differently.
"Stop looking over your shoulder no one's there."Guda, the cat, feels and hears.
Cant see the pictures of himself nor a reflection invading his sensory ways in and out of kitty consciousness.
Cant see the pictures of himself nor a reflection invading his sensory ways in and out of kitty consciousness.
The sleeping imprint that I will make is a girl climbing out
Running in the sun
hoping it will grant me more strength than the warmth on Grant St.
Some sleep like a warm mantle brick, some on the broken bricks. Downtown. I wouldn't dare sit.
It's frozen us all into our thinnest skin.
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the music of today.
Redorangegreenyellowpurpleblue. play to the way your vision sways. the beat ill make in summer heels walking down memory stairs, trying to get out his stains.
the band. dying to live in change.
the
burdens of
belligerents..
Libra is the one inanimate object used in astrological symbols, bringing an unreal or metaphysical stance to experience and mind quieting perspective.
The universe doesn't have to use catastrophe to wake you up.
Time flies above me, I see her wings slowing, a developing intricacy.
Stay oh so strong, You are sturdy. A house, girl.I know I want to be young for longer than even tonight will allow, running through backyards to get to yours. Hopping fences and breaking them with innocence, light enough to hang from twigs of dead trees.
I saw your essence in a place I hope I'm blessed to be. A standing still I'm only patient when I feel passion.Serving others is something I have to balance more than a relationship. I will practice intention and carrying three plates.
The aches of a slow motion stomach. A stare, bus window glare. She paints her eyes on under pressure like they were made to tear boys apart. Mechanics of attraction.
Take your little sisters advice,tattooed ankles, a shaved head doesn't always mean head lice.
Stress prone and so weak in the bones these days. I seem to be healthier when I can feel the love I'm giving. Usually in the summer; less deficient, more interested in, proud to bang my shins.
Make sure in the morning your mouth is the last to stretch.
hoping it will grant me more strength than the warmth on Grant St.
Some sleep like a warm mantle brick, some on the broken bricks. Downtown. I wouldn't dare sit.
It's frozen us all into our thinnest skin.
the music of today.
Redorangegreenyellowpurpleblue. play to the way your vision sways. the beat ill make in summer heels walking down memory stairs, trying to get out his stains.
the band. dying to live in change.
the
burdens of
belligerents..
Libra is the one inanimate object used in astrological symbols, bringing an unreal or metaphysical stance to experience and mind quieting perspective.
The universe doesn't have to use catastrophe to wake you up.
Time flies above me, I see her wings slowing, a developing intricacy.
Stay oh so strong, You are sturdy. A house, girl.I know I want to be young for longer than even tonight will allow, running through backyards to get to yours. Hopping fences and breaking them with innocence, light enough to hang from twigs of dead trees.
I saw your essence in a place I hope I'm blessed to be. A standing still I'm only patient when I feel passion.Serving others is something I have to balance more than a relationship. I will practice intention and carrying three plates.
The aches of a slow motion stomach. A stare, bus window glare. She paints her eyes on under pressure like they were made to tear boys apart. Mechanics of attraction.
Take your little sisters advice,tattooed ankles, a shaved head doesn't always mean head lice.
Stress prone and so weak in the bones these days. I seem to be healthier when I can feel the love I'm giving. Usually in the summer; less deficient, more interested in, proud to bang my shins.
Make sure in the morning your mouth is the last to stretch.
Electric blue
carrying me through. I'm not living delicately and not a thing is true.
I will erupt into a surviving house inside myself.The city burns and suffocates, heads under their own scramble of heavy pretentious tar. Windows of curiosity on both sides.
Clarity will be found when our thundering voices vibrate off of the clouds we've made with self doubt. Tough toast is all he eats, shrinking and shedding till hes spent his veins in need,like flushing your troubles down overexerts the drains..
Hesitation keeps me safe from what I want and who wants me. Happen. Please; All the ironed on angst. a ripping jacket that always speaks for you on your perspective changing days. A matter of hours, a month, till you taste it in your elaborate dinner, that I'm done.
Eyes too loud when i glance at you, i want to write you a note in the strange shape of an impulse rip.Letters as full of ink as i am with facetious wine and the urgency of a woman afraid of time. " Ill remember your high dresses and piano finger class, We'll never speak but I admire you, your dark expressions, a stubborn reflection of us being one in heaven, listening to soul secrets and speaking a language with the color of our eyes; ill dip my brush in and paint you like the sun does the sky.
Boxes empty with words full on the front, like you your ego is fearful of not being filled, ill confront.
Impulse control issues, Flux is from the inside. Flex is to bend as a whole. Red black ink,cat on your pillow, stringing the laundry out before its clean. threading a needle with fibers that wont match but will stay longer than you have the free purse, each persistent rain drop, one more reason to open wide and take in more than you did the day before.
dirty ol' page. a brown as burnt Sage.
she keeps her space clear, giving you her only seat, keeps your head sane when she stands near.. the music you play when the worlds at work. The same songs he played to make your heart sore. Ears are poor, eyes afloat and the rich white envelopes, you send yourself to a burning shore. Mild caffeine, the cooks shouldn't have to clean. Some women eat only what they need, a buffet of moods, skip over the one's that fill you completely; keep it light and billowing as this snow, you kick with heavy feet.
"And all the girl's scream violence! Violence!" Just as long as sex came before.
I've synchronized a sloo of decadent ladies to make a song of laughter, a brand new way of doing what we all dive in to do. swim next to you. To and fro with intention.
1.13.2014
1.12.2014
Ive given alot, you've taken the most
Falling onto pillows he spoons so clueless windows open eyes are for closing.
Summer is close if we want it to be. for it is how we are made. into lunacy. a song
Your nostalgia safely pinned, straight to the point, to nothing ripped.
Only thirst for a sip of you. on this street I'm so forlorn. I love you like a shirt that will never be torn.
I don't talk about the inevitable these days because it would change everything I am right now. that'd be completely okay.
I'd want to lose you to your own room some nights, so we can lose ourselves to life instead of love. rich is so many different ways.
You took the rain from my drop.
the hot air from my laughter.
the cheese from my cracker
the socks off my tip toe'd feet
the glow from my light bulb
the numb from my nyquill
the pain from my relationships
the hesitation from my fingertips and the impatiences from my doubting lips.
the ground to my floor
you covered every window and dug to the bottom of each and every pore.
1.09.2014
"i notice sometimes, you go some where, you leave me with yourself, i wouldn't dare"
Intention.
Resolution is no tension between anyone.
We've had days of own own. me and you. we have days. keeping us awake, moving to and fro, up and up, heavier are our bones.
You're falling out of his arms. still.
I understand your voice, your words not of quality choice.
Just for fun, wait till the last moment,
then run.
Inside every demon is a tormented mix of innocence and susceptibility.
Your choice. to be empty inside. My choice, to take Grace by her porcelain hand, and glide.
Witches scare the life into you, by making it all so intolerable, that there's no other direction but up into the bright.
If the stars sung to you, the sky's colorful lips would open wide with no hesitation, nothing to hide. To be heard around this circle from all sides.
Get out with the day its the first of not too many.
Dorothy's shopping trip has given me brand new insight. a chance to reassess my entire life.
A rain drop in the ocean of time, evaporated. Lost forever. We're still sliding down the slide and tomorrow has begun. I lost seven pounds waiting for her. Dayum.
Trust yourself tonight. Love yourself in moments of un and on.
There is no more 'just' anything. We lay on the sheet less bed, nothing really is enough.
Resolution is no tension between anyone.
We've had days of own own. me and you. we have days. keeping us awake, moving to and fro, up and up, heavier are our bones.
You're falling out of his arms. still.
I understand your voice, your words not of quality choice.
Just for fun, wait till the last moment,
then run.
Inside every demon is a tormented mix of innocence and susceptibility.
Your choice. to be empty inside. My choice, to take Grace by her porcelain hand, and glide.
Witches scare the life into you, by making it all so intolerable, that there's no other direction but up into the bright.
If the stars sung to you, the sky's colorful lips would open wide with no hesitation, nothing to hide. To be heard around this circle from all sides.
Get out with the day its the first of not too many.
Dorothy's shopping trip has given me brand new insight. a chance to reassess my entire life.
A rain drop in the ocean of time, evaporated. Lost forever. We're still sliding down the slide and tomorrow has begun. I lost seven pounds waiting for her. Dayum.
Trust yourself tonight. Love yourself in moments of un and on.
There is no more 'just' anything. We lay on the sheet less bed, nothing really is enough.
1.03.2014
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