A [R]Evoloution [of Terms ( Read more... )

Soulbound is what I have become
no nuance can suffice to explain

reality is of yesterday's consequence

I can create and consummate
without the pangs of existance

Wilde and Whitman
comfort me
when I cry

Baby, be my idiosyncrasy
even if I protest
to just leaving the door open

humor my desire for fire
not matter how much I whine
when I'm burned

why not nod "Yes"
when everyone else says no

help me put dry ice
into a soda bottle
just to see

try to steady the marbles
while I try to stack them

show me how to steer a kite
on a windless day

I want to make colloquial love ( Read more... )

in time
one may regress to be

gliding emotion
nude born
broken thought
freed form

clip-winged dove
cooing about

tearing eyes
be not bound

I have been scathed when scratching the itch ( Read more... )

I open my eyes ( Read more... )

I open my eyes
only too look out the window
and notice my dreams floating up there with the stars

I can see the side of his face
outlined in blue light
graced by the presence of heaven

I wonder what he's thinking
when I know I should be paying more attention
to the lines on either side

but it's hard to focus
when the air is so tight

Today I woke up feeling hungover and I hadn't drank since Sunday, but I couldn't get any sleep last night. I kept thinking about the bills, boys, where I've been, where I'm going, what I could be doing, get up, drink a root beer, lay back down, get up, smoke, lay back down, roll around, shit it's morning. I told my dad I'd call him when I woke up, ( Read more... )

I can make anybody pretty ( Read more... )