temporary blindness
or
consciously self-absorbed.

whats the difference.

transportation
on wax wheels?

no.
dont.

its in my chest, now.

im
no longer
brilliant
in
two lines
or
less.

Drying up in conversation,
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They’re the ones who’ll hate you,
When you think you got the world all sussed out
They’re the ones who spit on you,
You will be the one screaming out...

Before you speak
The words are plain to see
Upon your skin
They sing, they dance and spin...

And at the peak
We reach to cue the strings
They ring
So sweet
They lay in plain relief
So what, pray tell
Will save you now?
Here comes that cold sunrise.

In the pines, the pines
The sun, the shine
Ill shiver the whole night through.

my dear..
we will fold and freeze together
far away from here
there is sun and spring and green forever
but now we move to feel
for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
place your body here
let your skin begin to blend itself with mine.

You've got too much to wear on your sleeves
It has too much to do with me
And secretly I want to bury in the yard
The grey remains of a friendship scarred

You tested your metal of doe's skin and petals
While kissing the lipless
Who bleed all the sweetness away

______ only got from me innocent poetry ( Read more... )

promise what you will
something good for me
time will take it all
and it will, you'll see

spoken words like moonlight
you're the voice that I like

but when a southern anthem rings
she will buckle to that sound
when that southern anthem sings
it will lay her burdens down...

and i'll refuse to die.

A green plastic watering can ( Read more... )

the difference...
my mystery and my suspense?

ive never told the entire truth..
how could i?

isnt this an impatient wait for alignment?

sleeping through an individual invitation of what?

show me life.
show me.
anything.