Loose change and bullshit,
Tongue twisters and backlash,
Violent starry nights and mixed emotions,
Painful treading of earths tires.
Rolling over toes,
Babies got back,
Whistle while you work,
And you come back for more.
Arriving in the middle of the storm,
Is usually the best way to show up,
For when the winds arrive in the curls of mystery
I choke out
I sink and swim, I turn corners so others can't see the mischief Im in.
Changeling
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Monday, December 5, 2016
its a misty situation
My best friend is a murderer.
Everyone knows it.
Its not a secret, its not a joke.
When the time comes to finally leave her,
I will kill her. Ill have to kill her.
Ignore the screams and bash her head in.
She has taken so many lives before me,
So many sweet and kind people who maybe just had a bit of an anxiety problem, at least.
Fuck that bitch.
She smells like death.
She is sexy as fuck but she smells like death.
She's hard to turn down sometimes.
Cause she's sweet ya know?
Unsuspecting, and raw, and dirty... just the way I like it.
She's a tease, she is sexually frustrating, yet the relief you are looking for at the end of a hard day.
Fuck that noise, that stank ass hoe who gets under peoples fingernails and cleans out their wallets.
Spikes your drink when your pregnant.
Funnels out the gas in your tank and throws it in the ocean.
Tells your parents about all the trouble you are capable of creating.
Ruins relationships across the board.
Yea, Fuck that bitch.
She's no friend of mine.
I love her with all of my heart.
Because she told me to.
Everyone knows it.
Its not a secret, its not a joke.
When the time comes to finally leave her,
I will kill her. Ill have to kill her.
Ignore the screams and bash her head in.
She has taken so many lives before me,
So many sweet and kind people who maybe just had a bit of an anxiety problem, at least.
Fuck that bitch.
She smells like death.
She is sexy as fuck but she smells like death.
She's hard to turn down sometimes.
Cause she's sweet ya know?
Unsuspecting, and raw, and dirty... just the way I like it.
She's a tease, she is sexually frustrating, yet the relief you are looking for at the end of a hard day.
Fuck that noise, that stank ass hoe who gets under peoples fingernails and cleans out their wallets.
Spikes your drink when your pregnant.
Funnels out the gas in your tank and throws it in the ocean.
Tells your parents about all the trouble you are capable of creating.
Ruins relationships across the board.
Yea, Fuck that bitch.
She's no friend of mine.
I love her with all of my heart.
Because she told me to.
only 1 key
My box has many treasures,
some old, some new.
Not a lot of people can successfully open this box,
but once they do, there is only one way to keep the key.
They must continue to search and strive and prove.
They must swim and create and never not move.
No-one has successfully done this.
There have been a few times,
upon the opening of said box,
Keys have gotten stuck, broken off, destroyed, mostly my fault.
I always help get the shards of metal out of the key hole,
But once this happens, said beings are not allowed to try their key again.
They must find a new key or move on.
To much force, no finesse... never ends well.
To much finesse not enough power, also, never ends well.
Up till now, nothing ends well.
Because nothing ends...
It continues. My saga, your games.
And don't think this is about you, because its not, I promise you this is not about you.
This is about him. The other one. The one that is not you. Because thats what I do.
This has nothing to do with you.
some old, some new.
Not a lot of people can successfully open this box,
but once they do, there is only one way to keep the key.
They must continue to search and strive and prove.
They must swim and create and never not move.
No-one has successfully done this.
There have been a few times,
upon the opening of said box,
Keys have gotten stuck, broken off, destroyed, mostly my fault.
I always help get the shards of metal out of the key hole,
But once this happens, said beings are not allowed to try their key again.
They must find a new key or move on.
To much force, no finesse... never ends well.
To much finesse not enough power, also, never ends well.
Up till now, nothing ends well.
Because nothing ends...
It continues. My saga, your games.
And don't think this is about you, because its not, I promise you this is not about you.
This is about him. The other one. The one that is not you. Because thats what I do.
This has nothing to do with you.
Heart Strings
I chase, I chase, I chase,
I trip and fall.
Slow down you move too fast, he said.
I halt, he runs,
after me he runs and runs.
Following the feeling I placed on his heart prior.
He can hold onto it, sure.
But I have gone,
I have.
And now that Im back in the same spot I was before,
I melt into nothingness,
He wonders whats wrong,
nothing. fine. nothing.
I was there, now Im gone.
I trip and fall.
Slow down you move too fast, he said.
I halt, he runs,
after me he runs and runs.
Following the feeling I placed on his heart prior.
He can hold onto it, sure.
But I have gone,
I have.
And now that Im back in the same spot I was before,
I melt into nothingness,
He wonders whats wrong,
nothing. fine. nothing.
I was there, now Im gone.
My Collection
I put you on a shelf,
With the rest of my unfinished stories.
Watch you collect the dust,
Pick you up when I’m feeling lonely.
For what its worth,
Im not much of a reader.
For what its worth,
I know that you aren’t either.
Maybe there was something I missed,
May have accidentally kissed.
Turn from a frog to a prince,
I dare you.
Bend back the spine,
Highlight the happy and smile.
With the rest of my unfinished stories.
Watch you collect the dust,
Pick you up when I’m feeling lonely.
For what its worth,
Im not much of a reader.
For what its worth,
I know that you aren’t either.
Maybe there was something I missed,
May have accidentally kissed.
Turn from a frog to a prince,
I dare you.
Bend back the spine,
Highlight the happy and smile.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
A Song of Us
New joy mists in my midst,
In sweet perfection of you.
A longing onto never unhinge,
Your eyes stare in mine, a clue.
Thoughtful patterns rearrange,
My mind finds time to heal.
Like a fluttering fish underwater,
Attracted by glittering reel.
As it is pulled out,
It is quickly thrust back.
A feeling of calm and sweet sense,
No damage was done in the attack.
And as we move in,
To this storm that just is.
A musical genius awaits, creates,
A song we share in this.
Our notes ring pure and true,
When intertwined with you.
A feverish pitch of your touch,
The inevitable is truly enough.
In sweet perfection of you.
A longing onto never unhinge,
Your eyes stare in mine, a clue.
Thoughtful patterns rearrange,
My mind finds time to heal.
Like a fluttering fish underwater,
Attracted by glittering reel.
As it is pulled out,
It is quickly thrust back.
A feeling of calm and sweet sense,
No damage was done in the attack.
And as we move in,
To this storm that just is.
A musical genius awaits, creates,
A song we share in this.
Our notes ring pure and true,
When intertwined with you.
A feverish pitch of your touch,
The inevitable is truly enough.
Friday, November 30, 2012
TickTock
Now we sit
Have a drink
Gives us pleasure
Time to think
Hash it out
Work it through
The only problem
Is me and you
Its not that its right
Its not that its wrong
Its that timing is everything
Our story is drawn
Everyone knows
It just cant be
Not now not tomorrow
This you and me
But as time passes
We'll look back there
And laugh of the passing
Time we shared
For now is the problem
So let it be so
Lets go on with our loving
Go with the flow
Have a drink
Gives us pleasure
Time to think
Hash it out
Work it through
The only problem
Is me and you
Its not that its right
Its not that its wrong
Its that timing is everything
Our story is drawn
Everyone knows
It just cant be
Not now not tomorrow
This you and me
But as time passes
We'll look back there
And laugh of the passing
Time we shared
For now is the problem
So let it be so
Lets go on with our loving
Go with the flow
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