latex gloves snap ( Read more... )

gulls in the breeze with dew on their beaks ( Read more... )

on the vast finite shores of my dreams ( Read more... )

little more than broken much less than fixed
to all the knots tying brackish laces to your sun
blot it out, no more eclipsed
and your moon playing puppeteer just for fun
dance little one
dance good
the night is young and your
far from understood

prehistoric melodrama sensational hollywood bliss
liked that one? heres another you cant afford to miss

born into caste race hasten the past place
present down and out lost the match victory smashed
broken glass beads dripping down dashed dreams
singing

"pain, pain go away
come again another day
to someone else
far, far away"

transfer yourself into the clouds, more than just empty heads
and mindless crouds seeking comforted hopes and security

ive explored that place ( Read more... )

what am i ( Read more... )

this rebounding dream bursts at the seems only to mend its tattered stitching again. like a flower in reverse sucked back in its roots where soil won't compare to sunshine. the eyes in the ground still pulling you down where its dark and the lights getting dimmer. cant have one day, not one single day, when life seems to get any better. try cutting ( Read more... )

the invisible and the feeling states like strings vibrating in my face (anxious though without a flow from my heart to my mind ( Read more... )

masochistic to a fault or faked to perfection, all congruent angles from the point of comprehension ( Read more... )