Kill

Kill

There's some people

The ones who at the start.

Were born to die.

Like their life purpose,

Was to corrode away.

And decay into dirt and dust.

When I met you,

I knew you were already half dead.

Vacant and waiting for that prophecy,

To fulfill itself.

Lucy Diamonds

Lucy Diamonds

You've got this beauty about you.

Its embedded like,

Tiny shards of colored glass.

And when you open your mouth,

And I peer down your throat,

I can see them circling,

In your esophagus.

You become a kaleidoscope.

You spit color into this world.

Love Bites

Love Bites

I'm going to love breaking your heart.

It's going to spurt all over my new flannel.

And while your withering in pain,

You can hear me chuckle and hum,

A little melody to play with along with your screams.

It's not like I intended for this to happen.

You were just an easy target.

Hiked up my dress like a bated hook.

And you caught my line.

I reeled you in like trout.

You didn't even wriggle until I snapped your spine.

Pathetic.

Here's Timmy

Here's Timmy

Johnny Depp

Helena Bonham Carter

Alan Rickman

Stephan Fry

A CAST MADE IN HEAVEN.

Tim Burton, you've done it again.

This movie is going to be practically orgasmic.

Where The Wild Things Are

Where The Wild Things Are

Come take a walk on the wild side with me.

Come dream a dream of me beside my body.

Come hold me and love me and be with me.

Sink your soul into my subconscious.

And dig out the deepest parts of me,

The most damaged and hidden secrets of my body,

That not even I knew existed.

Bring your wheel barrel.

It's a heavy load.

But well worth the work.

 

FauxEyelashes

FauxEyelashes

I can tell the difference between the eyes she's drawn onto you.

And the one's your mother gave you for Christmas that you gauged out with your father's razor.

I can tell the difference between the smirk she gave you while she used you.

And the smile you smoothed across my face like butter on the hottest tuesday in may of '97.

Tall Tales

Tall Tales

You sold every dream you had,

To the people who past you by,

On the street side.

You gave everyone a hope.

A meaning and a purpose.

Where's yours, story teller?

Frankenstein

Frankenstein

I made you.

Built you up with flesh and bone and imagination.

I dreamed you up in my sleep.

Made you into something you weren't.

Perfect in every sense,

But you fell far from my expectations.

The imagination crumbled out of your flesh and bone.

And left a scar, thick and long down your side.

Red and rigid and tender, bleeding occasionally.

I made you defective.

Everything about you was right,

But something about us was wrong.

And never did I think that my own monster would turn on me.

I'd seen you bare your teeth but never at me.

You headed straight for my carotid artery.

I watched my own blood spew out onto your face and clothing and into your mouth,

While you smiled at me with that smile that i dug up out of a magazine and forcibly stitched to you. How fucking fake. I hope i taste nice.

Wicker Park

Wicker Park

I spent a life time searching for you.

In the pages of every rotting book,

And every glossy magazine.

Staring at myself through your glass.

I found you at the cinema.

Eating stale popcorn,

Touching my face with your soggy

Buttery hands.

 

And it's been so long.

So long,

Since I got to love you.

And it's been so long

So long,

Since I got to hold you.

Keep me here.

Keep me home.

Don't leave again.

I found you down by the city,

Your nose covered in snow.

Humming me to sleep and snapping

Photographs of me,

While the meter was still running.

And picture says a thousand words,

Which is why I burned the one of you on my wall.

But the one in my brain won't light.

It keeps me up all night.

It talks to me,

And cries me to sleep,

And coos in my eye,

Like a dove.

So just let me sleep again.

Don't leave.

And I was just counting,

The days till I saw you,

God handpicked this one.

The day that I met you,

Sat down beside me.

And held me in your arms.

"Nobody said it was easy.

It was a shame for us to part.

Nobody said it was easy.

Oh lets go back to the start."

A Play On Words

A Play On Words

I saw you turn inside out.

On that dim tuesday morning.

Your blue eyes searched mine,

For a glimmer of hope

And then gazed off into mourning.

And I know we never thought,

We would ever become like this,

Turn into them and fade out like that.

Your blue eyes and mine holding each other,

From different sides of the bed.

Sulking into the morning.

Rhyming

Rhyming

I knew from the second you caught my eye,

You pulled me in and sucked me dry.

You kissed my lips,

Mouth curled at the tips.

Smirking,

While working,

Me clean.

And I knew that you and I were two of a kind,

But I aint dumb and I aint blind.

You never could have been the one for me.

I guess it was always "you" and never "we".

Too bad,

I'm sorta glad,

So long.

I knew the second we both met eyes,

You were going to make me cry.

Your the type of boy

Who would treat me like your toy.

I've played your game,

It's all the same.

Close the door one your way out.

I knew from the second you took me apart,

That you were gonna break my heart.

It quivered,

And shivered,

In pain.

But I love you all the same.

Deja Entendu

Deja Entendu

"If you let me have my way, I swear I'd tear you apart."

Don't let me fuck this up with all my stupid head games.

I'm sorry in advance.

Bunkers

Bunkers

2012 is coming.

Meetings

Meetings

I dreamt about you again.

Not that it really matters.

It was more like a nightmare.

You had this fake british accent.

And you made me call you some name I don't really remember.

I guess it was all for show because, for a minute you responded to your real name, but then it was back to acting.

And the entire time all i thinking about was him.

I guess that's how things turned out for you.

I'm glad.

Untitled Art

Untitled Art

A work in progress.

Material: Colored chalks.

Bees

Bees

My brain is thirsting for an art project.

Time to get busy.

Sleep Walker

Sleep Walker

You called me last night.

Just to tell me that,

You missed the sound of my voice.

It's been a long time since,

I've wanted anyone the way,

That I want you.

It's been a long time since,

I missed anyone the way,

That I miss you.

Afterwards,,,

I slept awake.

Thinking of you.

Dreaming of you.

Hoping that you,

Aren't the type,

To turn me,

Inside out,

Again.

3 Line Poem

3 Line Poem

Your going to set me free.

and when you do.

Remember to let me be.

Move On

Move On

I'm horny for a road trip.

Hungry for some change.

I'm aching for some dust in my teeth.

And dirt in my treads.

Sunglasses and windshields.

And that beat up polaroid of you.

The one of you in your underpants.

I'm horny for a new song.

Hungry for some love.

I'm aching from a broken heart.

but I'm ready to move on.

And with every last passing city.

Postcards and gas stations.

I'm going to let you go. 

Smoke And Rain

Smoke And Rain

We created a world.

Full of orchids and orcas.

And oceans and mountains.

Evaporation and condensation.

Is all we made.

And that little silver,

Heart shaped necklace.

With all that intricate etching.

That necklace I loved.

Was really just metal.

Animals

Animals

The new Wrangler jean ad campaign by Ryan Mcginley is amazing. 

You & Me

You & Me

I like the way your think.

That me and you.

Weren't really made.

The same way.

As the world wanted.

Like were defective.

And the way.

That you embrace our.

Imperfections.

The way that you.

Told me how.

Your got that scar.

Like your almost proud.

Makes me wince.

Or how you want.

To be free.

Yet you can't.

Give in.

To freedom.

It's like your haunted.

And everyone around you.

Can feel your ghosts.

Squirming in the air.

Nibbling on your fingertips.

Reds For The Boy

Reds For The Boy

 La, lala, la, lala, la, la. lala.

Your the one.

I picked you, in a dream. 

You had lamb ears.

And they killed you.

But i still loved you.

And i know that,

Your the one.

Because your the only one.

That lights me up.

That puts me out.

And works me out.

All at the same time. 

Your the one.

Because.

Your the only one,

Who smokes reds with me.

And even though.

He says cute things.

I know it's you.

Your the one,

Because I only want you.

I play with them.

But I don't play with you.

No games.

Just smiles and smokes.

Your  all smiles and smokes.

That's why I think,

I know.

Your the one.

Catch My Drift

Catch My Drift

I like it when I meet someone.

Who just works.

What I mean by that is they just fit.

They just mesh,

And weave themselves into your life.

They just get you.

When your friends of 16 years don't,

And your entire family doesn't.

They do.

Because you were just meant to meet them.

To talk to them.

To know them.

I sat down and 

had one

of the 

best

Conversations

i have had

in a long time

with

a boy

I barely

knew.

i'm pleased.

The Boy I Miss

The Boy I Miss

When I think of you.

I can taste your blood.

Boiling away on my taste buds.

When I think of him.

I can taste his heart.

Spurting against the inside of my jaws.

Sometimes, when i sleep.

I see you.

And,

The way you look at me.

Sick and sad.

Makes me want to cry.

And clutch my chest.

And bury my head in my knees.

And scream.

Inside my thighs.

I think I love you.

I guess thats why I use you.

I guess that is why I_

Cant hold onto you.

Slip away, before 

Something goes terribly wrong.