Screaming infidelities

And all I can do is wonder
what in the world you could be doing right now
and wishing I could be there.
Today was good
you should be like that every day.

i like talking to you.
i like that your entire poem,
was our conversation.
and i like your stupid enlightened ideas.
even if you maybe got them from someone else.
because really, he doesnt count.

you & me. you & me. that is an awful lie.
its i & i.

Slick tapping tops
licking lips
moist wet cold.
Nothing is happy in this world,
besides what does not exist or is unreal.
Or what is yet to be discovered.
Slippery sliding
we met at the crossroads
one of us arriving
one just leaving
(we never knew which was which)
like a whale line tying us to our inevitable fates
we were pulled together
irresistable
unforgettable
unsustainable
but the last part we ignored
we lived in eden
and there was no shame.
Until the slick slippery sliding
when we both fell
hard
in love.

A Flock of Weatherboxes

These days I am learining to find happiness in new and different places.
So if that is your goal, congratulations.

WHAT. IS YOUR PROBLEM.
Still so angry I can barely speak.
But it looks like someone has a big mouth
and now everyone knows.
OOPS.

Identity crisis

Who am I?

Spider veins

candles slowly burning
the wax drips down
the first sensation of pain or any feeling
in a long time.
the pain begins to feel
not good, but not bad.
trapping yourself
but also a release from the numb.
floating in the white,
unable to reach the blue or the red
above you and below you and all around.
so you slip slowly
into the black.

Here now

Now
the trick is to find a way to extract information in the least creepy way possible.
which in all likelihood, will still be much to creepy.

word.

Prince$$

April 8th

There is no use in waiting
Offer up your steps so I can climb
Show me all your figure paintings
Etched in the middle of the night
Let me stretch upon your carpet
Let me hear the rain tap on your street
Knowing I am safe on the inside
Blankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep

I'm so ready for college.
For the end of this year.
Everything is coming to an end.
I've had so many lasts
I'm ready for some new firsts.

Let's disappear for a while

We don't have to go far.

If looks could really kill

Then my profession would be staring please know we do this cause we care not for the thrill.

Think about one word. How it looks. The curves formed by the shapes of the letters. The way it sounds as it comes out of your mouth. Scrawled on trashcans. Hidden in secret journals. Repeated. Over and over in your mind in every book ever written in the secret places no one will ever see. If said enough times, it becomes meaningless. Anything becomes meaningless. Words become blurred and mockeries of their former selves, the words are now useless.

OH, BEARS

I conducted a plan
to bump into you most accidentally

Millstone

In all this growing up
never forget who you are
and who you are supposed to be.
You can't be someone you aren't.
You can pretend
but in the end
your'e just going to be alone.
I'm not saying I have it all figured out
or that I know who I am
but I know who I'm not.

We stood on the edge of the universe in the parking lot watching the people in theirs cars doing things allowed by the darkness of the night. It was silent. I exhaled a little bit too loudly unsure of what to say and you smiled that rare sideways smile that makes me feel like you know exactly what I am thinking and that I merely amuse you. I sat down. You stayed standing and you looked like you were ten thousand feet tall making me feel so small and insignificant. I examined the curves of your body. Shapes lines designs that became you. You sat down. We became equal. Neither of us knew what to say but both knowing our desires. I opened my mouth. You did too. We spoke words, that we both understood, in the same language for once. The specifics were unclear, irrelevant. You spoke secrets from the ground. For once, you were serious. I listened. You were ashamed. Then there was nothing left to say nothing to acknowledge or observe there was only awareness. Awareness of the barking dogs and the cold hard ground and the flickering lights of the greasy fast food place across the street. Most importantly, we had awareness for eachohter. unEase uncertainty fumbling in the dark was gone. We remained in our human forms untransformed but accepting it all for What It Was. It seemed like years passed as we both sat waiting when finally, simultaneously, Contact.