Misery Cupcakes

coffee stained empathy. heart racing in the slowest possible motion so you can watch it crack and crumble, seize and stumble. rain coat guard, and nothing is safe in this love zone. temper fuelled desire and a pandemic of sensuality. almost lovers and unstable affairs. ticking clock in a backwards sway, casting shadows on your heart, flames flicker with intoxication, close to explosion. ticking time bomb and your not scared, nor confident. pony tail ambition, tied to the top of the tallest tree and you cast your heart upon the stars and hope that the oxygen won't fan it back into the palms of reality. melodies swiftly taking charge and whispering sweet nothings into the form of a story that ushers that hearts are broken every day, point well taken but never strayed from, a caution that should be marked on ever love, long or short, great or not. time playing like pirates, marking your heart with such fierceness you would think it would hold all the glitter in the world, but approach with open mind, and do not use such safeguard as security, nothing is security.. nothing in the sky.. nothing will be so vast and last forever, it's not meant to happen. clever tricks wrapped in lullabies spelling sultry embellishments which mask their pain with icing like misery cupcakes.

Happiness On Lock Down

Happiness on lock down. Counting sheep that were never really there anyway, making up things to feel safe at night. A poison reality seeping in and out of closets and feasting on tidbits of information stored in the most unsecured places, but to move them would be a hassle for it would involve reinventing, reanalyzing.. And I really can’t afford to do that right now. The costly price of doing business. The over thinking experimental energy charging to and from, up and down, things unable to process suddenly become process able. Recycled minds disposing of their insecurities, landing on the skin of others, so that they can now carry the burden of whatever has got you tangled. Bulletproof junctions, not so safe. Minds on fire and there is no reason to put it out for the reframing of this candle set placement is bound to make any uneasy situation just as uneasy or even more so. Wandering.. wandering.. wandering.. open spaces begging for your presences; and your caving. The unsatisfactory reality of everything that has got your thinking aloud and your mouth is overflowing now with a possession of words, a colossal piece of work. On the verge of letting go and there is nothing picture perfect with this picture. A little slice of hope and you can only hope that this is going to leave a mark, cut you wide open and let people really get a good look at you and this and that and all the fragments. Fragments of an experience you’re not so willing to touch because the force might give you symptoms of uneasy, enjoyment, love?

Encrypted Vulnerability

I haven't written in a while and simply because my heart feels pressured to be vulnerable in even the most encrypted of ways. Stumbling into memories and tragedies that all seem to cohesively laugh at me, I'm not sure I can stand the sight of such torture in the writing, something I truly love. The admiration that I want to eat makes my tummy grumble with unsatisfication. Sour like a cranberry, tis the season to make a mockery out of you, make a mockery out of me. Precious hate, gift wrapped and excited to see your face, your heart slowly crumbling and this is no mistake. Mark the pen to the paper and I cast my eyes to other places and allow my mind to slowly settle into the contours of velocity. Restraint loosely letting go and pushing abilities into lightening storms so that everything can appear electrified and uneasy. The beautiful tinge of something you just cant put your finger on galloping across your soul. A window into you or to someone you use to be. Do I know you stranger? You repeat, as your eyes press into your reflection, the mirror now playing tricks on your self worth. Worry not for the grass is green and the ocean blue, but is it? You can't pour a glass of ocean and have it so vibrantly blue in the glass, no that's a silly thought. However, is bottom blue or just the sky. Is the ocean one big mirror begging you to cry into it, so that it can further swell onto the ground, we're all waiting to drown. Save your tears, and cast away among the stars for that is where you will truly loose your breathe.

Mango Cigarettes

mango cigarettes, smoking up the supper club and the girls in the hot skirts are crushing on boys hard. beautiful leather jackets, define the arms of the bad boys with their sharp hair cuts and their rocker boots. ice cube jewellery, making the girls look cool and the boys next to the girls look cooler. wearing your heart on your nylons, climbing ladders in heels. fabulous people talking about nothing important, nothing important defining fabulous people. candy coated lip prints on the rims of neon drinks. street lights, acting like a spotlight and following the beautiful people home, as if their leaving the stage, costume change time. frosted cakes and glossy lips, kissing away evenings and welcoming in new days. wonderful glow sticks electrifying heart beats and quietly whispering glamourous things into that tiny pit you sometimes hide in, deep down inside resign in, when your heart and your mind won't agree and the connection is full of all sorts of things..

Spit Fire Passion

tornado affairs mixing up confessions. snow ball affect and we're running up hill so we can crash into the moon and land upon the stars. feverish love splashing the sky and all we can hope for is a better tomorrow. attitudes heightening better expressions and emotions staying bottled, tight close to the covers. as if waves are capping on a white sand beach, your overlapping with shadows being casted from the inside out. spit fire passion and desire trembling throughout your senses, ballooning and bubbling in your fingertips and lips. impressions of glitter sparkle your dreams and waking up in the morning without any despair, teetering on the vibes of something else.

Love Is Blowing Up In Smoke

find deliberation in my hands, for the sake of liberation is at stake. find contemporary kindness in the sky for the sea saw battle of your mistakes is weighing down the world. find remorse, under rocks and sympathy in gift wrapped boxes. allow wishes to come true. allow beauty to surround you. eyes see the world and hands molding it to it's desires, free will and ability, stand tall to the fire. casting forward into the unknown, unsteady heels wobbling into a new direction, new light embraces your mind. time after time there is love blowing up in smoke. body lotion silk making dreams harder to grasps, extravagant ice cubes cooling down the situation, you stop to drop and now your on a roll, don't turn back - get in the zone.

Literary Dodge Ball

words stumbling out of your lips and rest right on my shoulders. the pressure is weighing me down. a new game of literary dodge ball, i avoid your speech like the plague. twisted embellishments, racing towards my lung, to capture my breath, and stow it away in a place i'll search for but forget. little weapons you keep in your brain, and ever so often they become tangible and you throw them out into the air with the intentions of staining pupils and allowing a new soul to realize it's been captured in the clutches of your voice. as if dropping bombs into the water and watching the ripple take affect, words casting the very same ripple throughout my body and sending new vocabulary into the pit of my stomach, which is effecting my speech. i cannot form the words properly, i can no longer delivery them in a manner that could rattle your soul because you have no soul, it's been replaced with a pile of words, doused in flames and waiting for a target.

Coma of Truth

truth is never really comforting. you want it, don't you? don't be silly everybody does. you crave it, right.. you think your strong enough to take it, handle it even.. but it's not fragile nor sharp. the truth, it doesn't care as much as you care about it. it's this love hate relationship waiting, just waiting ever so slightly like a glass of wine cheering you on to sip your way into intoxication, a coma of truth. truth can easily bring a smile to your lips and a tear to your eyes, it can punch you just has lightly as it can caress you. truth can't take care of you, it can wreck you up. like an alley fight it's waiting for you under the street light, truth.. well it begs you to believe it so it can laugh in your face just how pathetic you look for dropping to your knees, to cradle truth in your eyes, a constant tug-a-war with yourself and the fluff, that is truth. truth, it loves to hate you. and you hate to love it because you know it probably won't do you any good, but hey.. that's truth for you right. the dealer doesn't deal you a hand and then hope for you to get the truth, he's going to win just has you might get lucky. strike out the truth and open your eyes, unfold your belongings and hope that truth doesn't catch you waiting for it.. it knows you better than you know yourself. truth is, is there such a thing, or is truth just this made up fantasy that this delicate flower that grows from all the lies and sprouts a fabulous flower of truth, i doubt it. i mean truth is like a balloon, a balloon filled with paint just waiting to burst along your horizon.

Warm Guns And Red Lips

Beautiful people with glasses filled right to the brim with poisonous happiness. Warm guns and red lips, urging kisses to happen, to rise and fall. Hearts flickering on and off and dazed and confused, we'll drink to that. Rose coloured pupils because glasses didn't go with the outfit, switching lanes that you've out fitted. After life is nothing but a promise and in the scene the warm feeling of sugared cups now rests in a place just above your mind, digging its way into beautiful things, scared for your life but too high to run. Salted ambitions and feverish times. Sleeping beauty's dead and the prince is no where to be found. Awake in the morning to the mess you've caused, in all your scandalous apparel. Affairs with the devil, rising like a body count and you're snatching souls like its going out of fashion, style crashing down on all your senses, comb your horrific hair, a disaster that surely deserves another glass..

Mix With Choreography

attempts at indecent exposure, not sure what your getting at.. wanting everything you've had and everything you loss. guzzling liquid temptation down your throat and mixed with any choreography could cause slippery lips and thunderous words and try after try after try. stumbling for the moment, regain yourself over time, quick fix hypocrisy this will never be what it use to be. idolizing fascinations with mornings that have come and gone, missing something entirely pleasing and rushing for the instant pleasure it once delivered. Embarrassed and undesirable, put on the shelf to rest, no longer performing any sort of acts. no kindness, all greed. a greedy excuse to sit next too me, but this spot is reserved, please go away and feel nothing more. memories slicing your mind open wide at night, twisting and turning at the vivid images you can streams over and over again, but how far can your senses take you off the ever fading reel that you have rewinding and rewinding on your brain. unsatisfied and gushes of realization now, after time, punch you in the gut and there is nothing you can do too save yourself. redeem not, talk less, come to turns. reaching for a grip on this crumbling effort, forget what it has become for it will never be different. salty substance caress your eyes and this won't be your last disguise, contemplating ridiculous outfits just too see, can robin hood once again steel from the rich and keep it for thee?

Cupcake, You're in Bondage

symbolic favours all leading to the big bang theory. permission after permission, denied. satisfying the unsatisfiable with unsatisfactory pleasures. skydiving on subtle skies and hoping the sun won't bitch slap you back into reality. the earth sucking you in just to spit you out and do it all over again.. beautiful nothings catching your attention and holding it there amongst the clouds. capturing smiles that where lifted for a moment and then gone in an instant, wonderful slurs of drunken love and shot gun weddings, bring in the snipers for the brides maids are here. capsules full of sweet little desires, lusting over pupils stained with imaginative sentiments. kissing eyelashes with words full of hope and throwing them out with the trash tomorrow. one man's trash is another's treasure and we will continue to discard one another until everybody is in their rightful places.. pour me a glass pixie and let's get shitfaced. you look so pretty when you're a mess, dancing on table tops like your on your way to heaven, starstruck. you don't own the place but you sure look like you do. cupcake in bondage, you turn off the lights and ignite fires in the souls of even the most pimped hos.

Play in Traffic

Making wishes on light bulbs in the sky, updating social networks to ensure they won't burn out. mechanical clouds wheeling over your eyes. how much money are you will to pay for sunlight? Out with the organic, In with the paycheque. unfasten your seat belts. play in traffic. firework fashions and sultry smiles with the intentions of precisely how they look. face value honesty and sugar coated lips, taste just like donuts. beautiful boys with Marlboro smoke on their lapels, silhouettes inching closer, fever growing, conversation hushed and the remarks we make with anticipating irises will fill our night with such delicious colours. the candy store is closed but we can taste the rainbow. sparklers in the house and who needs electricity when we're feeing each other's sparks. cotton candy tongues and candy apple blushes. cosmic minds lapsing into an ever so enchanting affair.

Pour Us a Glass of Optimism

pour me a glass of optimism and paint the world with peace. fetching moment of candle light weapons but that is only the beginning of struggling faith. tightly knit hatred caressed in the most elegant of ways. tied together beauty, cutting the circulation off at the knees. drowning capability, but we turn eyes and advert attentions away from democracy. filing away evidence, right into thee fire. casting black balls for white options and everything pure, not tainted with droplets of revolution. blowing apart minds and taking the pieces to build our defenses. defending the dishonest in the greatest of tenses. dancing to poverty and toasting too pain, black tie occasion and lethal gas in exchange. bombs blowing up and hearts torn to shreds. buttons being pressed and questions going unread.. pour us a tall glass of optimism please, for moments of chaos deserve much more than frailty.

Problematic Adaptations

Over. be rid of you. Take your dirty laundry and hang it on somebody else's line to sizzle and fry. Time after time and you still feel obligated to air your mess, the influential crap that's attached to my name, keep it out of your mouth. Out of sight, out of mind.. But your mind is disconnected and you're very blind by the fact that we may have had something so your words are slipping out or are you pushing with such force ..trying to cause an eruption, as if ill trip and bounce back, forget that. not everyone can pull off that subtle red lip and your lips are worth nothing, no attention or tending because the words they harbour are like wicked storms crashing on the most beautiful of beaches, causing them to be torn apart, blown wide open.. left to two photographs, before and after.. and while the before may be bubbly with perfection the after shot is the one that homes such truth that it makes you want to not remember the wicked times and only the good times, but the wicked is what stands out, steals your breathe but not your words when all the gorgeous has run out. pitying perfection, when idealism wasn't at bay. contemplating the pros and the cons but the cons are much heavier and the pros have their possibilities while the cons.. we'll if it gets worse your already prepared. dancing on shards of glass, your feet are sliced and bloody so don't be fooled by the way the light reflects off of the mess and makes it appear dazzling. problematic adaptations usually are just as close as they appear.

Decent Indecency

blowing up the idea of peace. placing it way under the covers. lip stick on the rims of glasses with an elegant charm - memories are now hiding in everlasting capsules, casting shadows with support of beautiful wishes. throwing away catastrophe, with a firework conclusion. honey dripping smarts with chaotic masterpieces unfolding one after another. tough lace masking business folk as if identity is no equipped with razor blades and corruption is just a ploy to get your mind compromised into something less persistent. ink smudging against fingertips and marking up anything worthwhile. sandcastles suddenly mucked up with thoughts of wishy-washy love now tumbling into heroism. fabulous flight with ginger sense all crinkling a sense of indecency in the most decent of ways.

Trail and Error

trail and error. dancing around starlight and spiralling downward towards the core of something dynamic. crumpling up turbulence. thinking thoughts of fabulous things, derailing problems and slamming the doors behind you. cashing and burning with a severe case of karma. pour me a glass of revenge and we'll serve it up with a perfect tower of chopped sympathy. doodles of hate wrapped around the idea of sprinkled chaos. glitter of flamingo tolerated lights all strung together and hung high into sky, eyes electrified with the passion of loathing and realizing that your suddenly late for your own funeral. damaging such damage and piecing it back together with cherished pity.

Confessions of a Bad Girl

write me a picture laced with irony and regret,let me see you sweat baby sweat. heart beating faster than an iron fist, twisting in the darkness, making this scene itch. jumping through the fire insisting that your mine, handfuls of glitter aimed right for your eyes, nothing can change your rose coloured glasses unless we smash you in the fast as hope for different flowers. countless harmonies all ending in a slap. knick knacks full of stories that are sure to make you react. winding up the water guns aiming for your soul, quickly baby, hurry the rush is falling through the holes, that once hid all our passion and now drains like grains of sand, wondering if you wondering just what kind of cards i'm holding within my hands.

Advocate

broken bones mend imperfections into a harmony almost worth singing too. beauty in the eyes of the beholder, yet blinded by the light and your bound to think even the most grotesque things suddenly stunning. dancing off rooftops into puddles deep enough to swallow your mind. all your hopes and ambitions castes aside. swimming through clouds you've laid out in your mind and just when you thought things would reveal, they retract and close any connection to what you thought could or couldn't be warmed. teeth nibbling on your soul and relocation after relocation takes a toll. advocate for the peace that washed away with the sun, waiting for magic when you don't believe.. you'll never find it.

Sultry Summers

glossed lips waiting for a happily ever after. million dollar purses filled to the lacy brim with ammunition too wipe out any affair. polished nails and polished weapons. jagged heels clicking across the floor, like a sniper in a elegant ballgown, careful what you wish for fellas. batting eye lashes, dodging bullets. lavish cocktails sprinkled with enchanting serums to keep you on your toes. starstruck by impeccable fashions, fit for a murder. nylon twisted dreams and enchanting glasses clinking together with a plan behind the disguise. memorable tributes and stainless beliefs. tattooed affection and your going down in history with a quick fix of delectable toasts too madness, sexiness, affection, and appeal. negativity stowed away in the over head compartment waiting for summery days to dip yours into sultry vendettas. catapulting ambitions into the darkest time of the night, dawn breaks and so does hearts all around the world.

Spoon Fed Charisma

bow ties and back alley music, cohesive body movements, flickering teeth.. these people are bad. bad, baby straight to the bone, no safe crowd, teasing little lips full of venomous fun. melancholy pride, and we're just getting started. educated glitter, soft spoken and quivering at the pit of passion that now bubbles from magnetic pulls of elegant swing. slurping on your choice of poison, this party isn't over. sunrise, sunset. placing bets on sex. leap frogging from one operation to another. it's the game of life and you better get a helmet, because this road is tough and there will be no warning, spoon fed charisma, get to the end of the line. hyped on emotions and memories from the past, laughs from jokes that weren't that funny cutting glass. thicker than thieves, our swift realization, confusing the nation with hopes of inflation. life support without hope and the cause for our frowns are merely a disguise to get you on your way. tying the knot, real close to your jugular, questioning your confessions in the time of procession.

Love Actually

advising love up off the edge. encouraging love another glass of wine, and with ill temper, love responds to the wayside of hope on the borderline of peace. domesticating love and locking it up. love with it's wild eyes will beat you up and throw you away, so be cautious of how the envelope slides under love's door presenting it with a fireball of emotions that will surely burn you to a crisp. lusting hearts and a pint of coffee, love is in the air, in the streets, in your eyes and in mine. lovely ideas harsh with the certainty of love, and they say it is better to have loved and loss then to have never of loved at all.. but love, i'd prefer to have never met your serpents tongue and eager hands, i would have liked to have never of heard love's laugh because now it is a secret soundtrack i long to hear again. uplifting as it pulling you down to the roots, swaying your mind in an odd fashion as if to conduct a flow of actuality, but love.. can it be measured, can it be defined.. is love actually?

Lusting Sanity

Lovers are lunatics with lusting sanity and wild eyes. Clouds rolling in and nothing dislocates, an already boggled mind. Ghosts line the doorways matching bad timing with bad timing. Footsteps of good things leading off into horizons. Questions left unanswered. Wonders now wandering to find contentment within the sound of settling. Deathly hollows and beauty is caving inward causing spectacular sadness. Fussing intent with action, contradicting eyes pleading for opposing grief. Sweet madness developing and creating stacks of impressionable weight on the shoulders of fragile topics.

Televised Hate

slipping like dominos. flickering light bulbs, that still need fixing. heavy air. buckets of marbles. handfuls of precious cargo. coffee, black. slumber that cannot be matched. empty pools and we're diving in. beaches without sand, flips without the flops. biting nails and sitting on the edge of the world. food colouring dropped into the creases of time and spread over an eternity. biting lips. arcade games. letters wrote but never sent. letters sent and never opened. lighter fluid and gut punching action. mascara dabbled over editing mouths. scratched. bruised. healed. sparkly. hung on the wall, put on the shelf. locked. secured. blown wide open. salted laughter. candles burned all the way through. jewellery never been worn. items with the tags still on. dull knives, scary times. televised hate. roller skates. child's play in an adult world. truth about the truth is you probably don't want to hear it. classical embellishments. connections no longer connecting. simple now complicated. sheets of paper. bed sheets. uncharted territory. peeking through the view master yet still can't see through the thought. shoe laces keeping doodles together. doodles running off with cheesies and this could get messy. fake flowers, fake voices. real flowers, real loses. southern comfort, bejewelled massacres. televised hate and there is no escaping this..

Christmas Lights for Valentines

systematically designed roads that lead right to neon highlighted dead ends. christmas lights for valentines and we're breaking hearts with these songs. honking horns and dynamite, setting storm to open minds. fragile rocks and advertisements corrupting pupils, spilling over into irises and everything once lilac now lavender. crumbling toward the sky, sky scraping kisses corroding civilization. chocolate covered issues and liquified solutions, bottoms up beautiful. leather jacket warmth, reflecting on a rainy day, infiltrating dreams and a grand jester of spicy determination shaping flaws into flaws into flaws into flaws. chipped teeth and smoothie souls playing a severe game of racket ball with undeceive places that cannot be located.

Hopscotch Point of View

dancing monologue and how are we going to survive such decibels of enchanting murders. proclaiming victories at the top of our lungs and squeezing our mines through key holes. falling down and never getting up, a demographic we don't know much about.. but now emotions are begging to obey. hopscotch point of view and they're jumping from me to you. twisting wishes and there is a spoon in the road, which way to go, no where from here but up. however, which way is up if were already pointing down and when we feel like everything is bundled to the side, where do we turn, how can we strive. an enormous amount of passion rises with each breathe that falls and throw pixie dust in the air and watch it dissolve, like candy on a child's tongue this is momentary happiness, we aren't the sky.. we aren't meant to last forever. these moments however short, will keep us warm in the light of darkness and when your preparing yourself to give up please don't stray from your heavy heart. kissing hiccups because we just can't get enough and there is a case of mysterious laughter erupting in our guts. the day is bright but the secrets are hot and everything is burning like the top of a pot. fingers now scratched with the memories of you, low under the radar until something resurfaces and the song you use to hum is now ultimately the worst thing i've ever heard and the scribbles you left, we'll they are long gone, frozen like your face in the pictures during those times, when i begged the clock to stop ticking and for you to stay mine, but the clock was against me, and your mind is my worst enemy, going into battle with the invisible monsters that are punching your membrane and calling you away. armed to the teeth and i cannot fight you on this ground.

Solidifying Desires

Dripping pleasures stuffed with creases of yesterdays hellos. Goodbyes no longer stinging the membrane of everything that was once treated so half heartily. Painted gold for an illusion of riches while smiles begin to flat line. Summer days now begging for forgiveness and the trees are laughing as they dance away their leaves. Leaving memories of things to come, and ambitions of how things could have been. Solidifying desires and rolling it up in a bundle of passion. Set me on fire. Light the spark. Grotesque words full of flavor beg to be released into the atmosphere to slice hearts and capture breathes. Faces falling to the floor, star struck by plastic toys. Digital love and this is no affair, throw water on the problem and watch it flare. Obedient tragedy screaming for a fix, affection is a risk, up the dosage of this wreckage for there is something much more potent then refreshing laughing at the dignity of pieces that once fit so perfectly together, discarded feelings left on the curb, waiting for garbage day, and we've got nothing left too say.

High Five Expense Accounts

monkeys in a barrel and this is a disaster. flowers out of the pots and we're kissing stars that seem closer than they appear. shards of peace casted upon skeletons seeking love in the potpourri of deathly times. Chinese food take out boxes housing memoirs of brilliance. unsolved pages half marked with idealistic characters. people blooming and flaring up in the most awkward of situations. dusty suns awakening bright shiny mornings. a time to mourn not only that, that was lost but gained. raindrops, the clouds won't stop crying. tricky vitals wrapped up in new years lights and thunder clouds rumbling the bellies of enemies. heroes undetected. sandcastles soggy and charted, weighing on the sorrows of inappropriate events. traumatic rainbows bouncing with the strike of lightening grips and everyone is grabbing for party favours but the party is over. head banging to the silence, playing the air guitar while we soar through the galaxy.. no air rock star. stuck in a fishbowl with beautiful fireworks tumbling around the scales of fabulous ignitions. high five expense accounts and we're poppin' rocks. teetering on the borderline of hot and cold, Popsicles spiked with tequila, dipped in salt and i'm feeling a little flamboyant. remember fluorescent times, when the glow in the dark lipstick left your mouth for mine to find.. tiptoeing through the quite for appreciation of uneasy charisma. shopping bags overflowing with affection and materialistic caffeine is buzzing every atom of tranquility in my soles, forcing movement into the direction of the horizon. pacman face and i'm praying for a high score.

Grit Sugar Coats Evolution

fling my heart on the griddle and watch the batter fluff. crispy tinge of emotion dripping over the top. bluffing at the tantalizing predicament that has torpedoed around me and i've found myself caught up in a sand storm. grit sugar coats evolution and windstorms bash my brains in with pressures at frequencies much harder than could ever be anticipated. colour coded sickness and this paint by numbers abuse is gnawing on my pupils, straining my vision, blurry heights and i am crash landing on glass. hostile. misguided heart beat raging at the propaganda that you've created. stashed in corners, kept in a safe place, for prying eyes to stumble upon and broken hearts will strive together when fear starts to thump against my chest and makes my body surrender to the downward fizzle of misshaped youth.

Pocket Full of Faith

hearts filled with jelly and you're stuck in a jam. heavy words leaving fingerprints on skin. the strongest stare fought off by silence. blinded by kindness. evaporated hopes and tarnished quotes. reminders of ashes, not the fires that burned. forgetting this and that. little things are now so large that you cannot fit them in their spots. crazy hypothesis and mathematical equations that just aren't adding up. disco ball energy and your ready for a fight. mean mug, war paint, back down? dukes to the sky and a pocket full of faith, the angels won't be on this track for this main event. discarded values lay pretty in the gutter. words sputtering without any thought process behind them. sink or swim, you're ready to fly. offsetting mentality and you can't walk away. encouraged piggy banks and there will be no crack in the surface of such demeanour. silly coated audience and nobody is watching when the sudden moment of realization washes over entire beings and souls now beamed to the sky because this world is a waste of time, cutting off circulation to all that is glossy, following visual sensations into futures ahead of you.

Landfill Eyes

time creeps across the pillow and buries it's way into slumbering minds. twisting and turning into the deepest parts and shocking the soul. temperamental views now spout from sleepy lips and eyes filled with dreams are polluted with everlasting voices that seem to stretch on for miles. miles on a road with no destination, follow the light and get lost in the gleam beware of devastation and sadness because just like time it has a way of dirtying even the most beautiful of things. sweet days are now crisp and without the tinge of fall but everything is falling apart, scattered like a bullet just entered your chest and your trying to breath but there is no escaping this. as if you just popped a water balloon, a crashing of fervent tides now have you paralyzed by mesmerizing advertising of the heart and half pity rest on the spoon, two lumps or three, i'd rather do without but they force feed the mind to envelope in plans and feelings that are just pelting your persona. breaking. broken. you can't remember what it use to be like. all you know now is that treading in this collision will keep you alive but closing your eyes to allow that last slumber to commence isn't far from your mind, straying in and out of the possibility what has become of me.

From Hard Jane to Sloppy Joe

they say too much of anything isn't good for you. i've over dosed on your presents. your time. your smile. your words and caresses. vitamins without the water. like the sun to my flowers, everything is now dark. not even moonlight kisses my thoughts in the nightly hours of thought. pour me a glass of connection because sparks are misfiring and this will no longer be a happy tale, just a washed out excitement that leaves minds pounding, hearts crumbly and curiosities spiked with vodka and i am drunker than you can imagine. from hard jane to sloppy joe, i'm a cheesy mess and not in the delicious hamburger way. feed me magic and allow me to soar off to other places where thoughts cant touch you and feelings can be washed away with bubble bath. knew not to jump into this turtle race and now i'm that silly rabbit tappin' along to some wicked music, and i never did abide by such rules, and i'm looking like a fool because tricks are for kids. scribbling in crayons things ill never say to you. words im trying to chisel out of my brain and into paper but the paper is reflecting and this is just a mirrored substance of irrational circumstances, and unhealthy combination of passion. desire. absence. thoughts, oh the thoughts. save me from thinking, blessed me a brainless bimbo so that i can find peace of mind in my lip gloss!

Kiss Me, I'm Drunk

kiss me, i'm drunk. your champagne smile has got me flush. let my body dance with yours, we'll shimmy shake without a sound. gimmie a break, your like a kit kat treat i'm hyped to taste. bubble pop kisses and my eyes are missing you. you should be here, but your there and there doesn't know how lucky it is. scratch and win, let me hold you close. kissing secrets in your ears, all i know is yours to know and all i've got is now on the line for you. flat lining, dull little push and my heart is alive, waiting wishing wanting. why do i put myself throw such lovely horrific things, this life is a war.. a beautiful war filled with beautiful people in all their ugly and flaws to the max. a perfection of flaws. let me kiss yours. i'll show you mine? chaotic dancing and you are giving me a sugar rush. soda pop tongue and i'm not yet fully refreshed, let's kiss to the best, to the worst, to the good and the bad. i'll kiss you once and be glad to kiss you more, dirty boots and combat faces, this is a scene that we aren't use to but i'm willing to bet your a very good thing so armed to the teeth, i'm going in.. won't you come with me, don't run away, we've got this thing going in an awkward shade of grey but with the right amount of sun and chase, we'll make this all even out into technicolor ribbons and you'll be my present so it'll always be like Christmas.

Play Chicken

mindful of feelings, yet i cannot feel a thing. glitter in my eyes and the pain has subsided. tricky little talents sucking me in gracefully, toying with my abilities. severely getting sliced, bleeding out in the most glamorous of ways. heavy heart dragging in my chest, beating a mile a minute and your words kiss my lungs, leaving me breathless. icy nerves thawed and now settle in the contours of my body, shake at the sight of you, electrify at your touch. throw me into the melting pot and watch my feelings for you sizzle. enlightened by the opposing team yet casted in the shadow. glorified questions and behaviours that just don't fit. flirting with the monster and i know ill get burned, crash and crash hard, so why do i dare play chicken with this red light.

Liquid Diet, Skinny Bitch

slippery words colliding at the threshold of pure velocity as my heart quickens to the motion in the notion and the mind is now pondering such crazy things and what is now going to be then, will now be now and its happening all around us and the glass is half empty? half full? who the fuck cares there is liquid to be drunk. liquid diet, skinny bitch. toxic membranes colossal highs. tripping on ideas of.. well lets not lose our sexuality in the minds of harsh reality of paparazzi eyes casting pupils of pure excitement across dancing bodies fuelled with a entire different emotion, considered substantial in some periodic times but hello its new digits, a new time, looking for places on maps and they've disappeared, you've sunk my battle ship, left with nothing but armour, armed to the teeth, you love to mess me round.

This is No Toy Story

multicoloured ideas dipped in the serenity of your entire being. giving up the glory for the action and forget the pen, we'll take the scissors, make amends. action packed figures and this is no toy story, pixels attached to irises flashing like a camera at the wonderful things taking place in front you. the reality of the real and the realm of the what if, a constant fluffy feelings in the pit of your stomach, the wheels in your mind always churning with a notion of you, a notion of them, and me, and us. feathery disposition with a displacement of rational thinking and bubbling happiness that just won't settle. backward backgammon and i'm stammering for words, trending in a pool of delicious things. gift boxes with juicy surprises, heavy pupils rest silently on mistletoe wilting at the idea of that.

Seasonal Loving

trapeze from eye to eye. glimpses of everlasting flavor sprinkled upon my vision, rose colored glasses i do not wear, however the frames could have been processed in a factory far far away, corrupted with feelings that only the most romantic people do profess to one another. honey lips making my mouth water, do i dare taste the heat in the words that are being spoken too mw, kissing my ears and casting promises throughout my body, made up i cannot declare their source. candy cane stripes have crystallized on my heart and hold captivate all emotions in a joy that must be close to Christmas cheer, is this only seasonal loving? hot chocolate warmth laced with screaming butterflies all intensified with energy boosters and now they are free to run amuck inside me, laughing at the pure ideas within my mind, playing wack-a-mole with my soul.. the tops of the pop bottles are too big for these little rings, and like an amusement park affair, i can't quit smiling. the presents of a smokers cough tickles my teeth and words begin to flow without permission, speaking a speech that was better locked up within the walls of my beating heart, allowing the pulsating notion to play a game of Atari with my new found passion, a swarm of bonus points and i'm on cloud nine, feeling like Mario who just got with the princess, had a couple shrooms and i'm ready to slay a dragon, my strength is up in this battlefield and is love the enemy or my shield?

Chandelier IQ

filled to the brim with simmering charisma. humorous presents casting artistic glows on canvas' shaped like hearts. steamy captivations locking up arrows and adverting eyes to other beauties. jumping jacks of the smoke of a loving heart and a birds eye view is strumming the music as loud as a block party. feather boa anger and glittery despair, a rant of being totally enthralled, shrink wrapped into the idea of you. judgment is gone, sold it's pedestal some time ago and now all that catches eyes is moonlight and stars that won't quit smiling, directing the corners of your vicious mouth to curve toward the sky and burst into fireworks. young hearts, galloping into electric palm trees and overdosing into a heaven sent hell that now is just as tempting as it is loving. devoted to the dance, chandelier IQ and all that i envision is now laced with traces of you. masquerade affairs beseeched into the most brightest of days and plucked from the sky like chocolates from the most prettiest of packages.

Days, Like Places on Maps

plastic keepsakes fit perfectly in my pocket, like shelving memories. a library of everything magnificent. while i sit here on cloud nine, reading closed captions of my life. harmonized ideas swing softly into my mind and everything murky is now clear. vivid masterpieces lining up in unison and devouring any cautious slurs that are trying to slip from gentle lips into a moment of absolute bliss. the hands of the clock have been removed and we will no longer search for days like places on maps. slowly dancing into tomorrow, footsteps in the dark creep onto our hearts and heavy sorrows are swept away with simple stares. pulsing beats pump against torsos but no music is actually playing, stay tuned for encouraged revelation, a brand new place with just faces of excitement, nerve endings dancing at the contact and actions are speaking louder than words and all my words are now jumbled and if not careful they will misfire into a never ending frenzy.

The Fiddle Has Been Replaced by an iPod

childlike recognition. a box of crayons but they still don't have the colour to perfectly define this moment in time. scattered brain and timeless. nothing matters but what is happening right now. play pretend, when all of this is way too real for senses to align the beauty of make believe it's over ruled by integrity. childlike memory and certain reels are highlighted. certain things still making bone marrow shake when you remember. discoFlesh? perhaps. idle sensations and a long lasting flavour that may not sit well with excitement. anxious and determined, scared and nervous, craving for the harshness of what is next too come. upside down sandcastles and the sun is hiding nicely behind the clouds, a reassurance of cumulus scandal. lost in space, wandering the earth and this is no disney movie, you cannot expect the outcry and sing a long passion while the plate and spoon jump over the moon for the cat is taking a nap and the fiddle has been replaced by an iPod. childlike embellishments all conjured up in a sphere of questions. inquiries inclining the soul, inviting in temptations of adult slurs.

Bottoms Up

small town kid with big ambitions, willing to toss a different passenger in the drive for twisted measure. citrus punch, right in the kisser, a million dollar kiss and a soul sale, half priced dreams. gutter love ladder and a strength fuelled with intoxicated smiles. eyes blinking fast, just under the speed of light. moon beams slurping up sleep and pushing bodies to move closer and closer. diamond eyes bought from the quarter machine, bubble gum lips and mouths full of cocaine. dusty glitter hair with choppy senses, incoherent moments of blistering patrons, clacking laughter with impromptu salvation. saving grace from burning buildings, hot and spicy realization and strange fixations with alcoholic penetrations. tipsy moments and cloudy vision, decisions made without thinking, clink to the now and clink to the then, hazy recolitions- bottoms up.

Discounted Brawls

discounted brawls and words as sharp as knives. brewing confidence simmering into actuality and everything once safe guarded is now blind sided. interesting wisdom pure with sprinkling honesty punching me in the philosophy. an awkward query of that which surrounds me and friends or foes is what will ultimately surprise me. dashing into a strain of beautiful invention and a mind on fire, light with innovation. revving up the courage to tackle what's in front of me. mushy insanity, i've gone out looking for me. covers of magazines, popping up all around me catching my eyes with their unfortunate subtleties. jumping into the light and the felines take flight, claws out ready to hit the culture, straight swinging confidence served with an attitude of chilly persona, up in arms and i'm surviving.

Stencilled Imagination

a hammering sensation of dazzle with just the right amount of lipstick could make any situation ideally sensual. with probing minds it would certainly rock the soles and allow hearts too truly simmer in unusual and cosmic directions. stencilled imagination and war paint that is drawing to the core of desires causing passion to erupt and catch fire. eyes focusing and refocusing on the reality of the scene and while question minds may want answers lips want attention and hands want hands a mesh of feverish attraction all dramatized to the max so that voices can be hushed and actions can be enjoyed entirely. a wicked actualization of things conjured up in the mind sometime ago and now as if the pen is to paper, lips are to lips and the connection is instantaneous.

Backwards Lies, Would that Mean Your Speaking the Truth?

a close proximity to heaven and hell. realization swimming in everything sugar coated now heavy like salt. a threshold of compassion lurking around the corners of my life and everything once portrayed one way has now been sliced. cutting edge with a jagged blade, choppy seconds and which way will the minds now sway, like a mass in the air of a rickety boat shall we sink or swim, or coast this float. backwards lies, would that mean your speaking the truth.. ticking time who decided that, i'd prefer a silent nonchalant type melody so i am not consistently reminded of how much time i am out. camera lens, peeking out into my surroundings, laughing at the people looking in, i see your faces.. clowning. movie scene explosions and that is just my heart beat picking up, no signs of a tidal wave however, minds may begin to erupt. distributed fun and was that smile scheduled.. air conditioned breeze and goodbye to all the organic, forget this planet we're headed straight to the moon and discarded emotions can be left right here in fear of contaminating your foolish mind, my dear. permanent marker stains your soul and with hopes of crayons we can only hope my heat won't melt your soles. standing taller than your big gulp, forfeiting, whaaat? I Think Not.

Simplicity in It's Most Complicated Form

heart trying to catch it's breath. every ounce of electricity that cruises within my veins is multiplying, dividing. walls have crumbled, rebuilt half way and stumbled downward. exposure. everything off the cuff, pure relocation of things bouncing within the hallways of emotions not quite sure of speaking up. minty inspirations of fresh indications, simplicity in it's most complicated form. words leaving me surrounded in a tangle of lopsided connections, willing to connect the dots? we'll that is still to be decided. bitter sweet observations. top of the building altitude, wandering around pieces of me, what could possibly conduct this research of indirect adaptations of my thoughts, organized chaos. a glorified predicament. interrogated with the magnify glass of prying eyes, words dripping with reality slapping my eyes to stop and stare at the actualities of what this is to be, what this means to me. pricking the harshness out of the air and laying it out on the platter, everything out to be discovered, secrets that once lingered the ears of a trusted friend has been summoned and out witted by pure curiosity. hitting the hammer to the nail. perfect punch line to the perfect joke, laughs slowly fade away, stage left. curtains drawn and an empty crowd awaits my performance of indecent exposure which was blown wide open by the most least aggressive air. shooting empties into the sky from the sweetest revolver, allowing sound to kick thoughts into the heart and while lungs try to catch their breath there is a spark of something within the depths of me that cannot put it to rest. a constant over thought of everything i thought i had figured out, mastered? everything up in flames, like beautiful sparklers. mind racing with the heart beat to match, move forward or inch back; i'm stuck sitting on the fence..

Think Peace

candy bombs, appealing to the eyes and terrorizing the masses. sweet seduction capitalizing on the fear and addiction of the people. muffled secrecy sugar coated with the up most confidence of happiness, lies with shifty eyes catching hearts off guard in pure disguise. beautiful pandemics bubbling up at the most perfect times, clearly well designed, yet scares us each and every time. the indecencies of perpetual argument and consistent bashing of everything once full of contentment now only quivers in the moonlight and hides in the sunrise for awkward identities are now okayed with murmuring history. i pledge allegiance to the heart and hope that everyone can escape the dark and will be able to find within their minds, THINK PEACE.

Bitter Testimonies

Bitter testimonies begging for contemplation. Idealistic futures wasting away in the past. Questionable times worth the redemption, all the while noses pressed to glass. Looking in on actions so lovely that you can withstand straining your pupils to truly catch a glimpse of promise. Thoughts in flight shedding it's armor and guarding everything without a stitch of regret. Simply revised and energized a new revolution of terror. Beautiful majestics and washed away sorrows building kisses that taste like soy. Forgetful endeavors now rest on hearts that were thrown away long ago for relatively the exact same reason they were sought out.. enchanting ordeals laced with conflict and anxiety, stepping up to the plate will surely satisfy if not scare you first.

Fibers. Molecules. Atoms.

many fibers, many molecules, many atoms. all coming to together to warn me of you. fibers, intertwining pieces together, the heat that you cause me, boiling water to the touch a feverish passion allowing fibers to weave throughout one another in a desirable frenzy, urging for something we can't quite put words on. floppy tongue, like an allergic reaction to this greatness has caused me to stammer all over the place, a verbal disaster. molecules, bouncing off the walls. hyper active substance shocking my system. exposing ideas that usually diaries harbor and lips are too stubborn to confess. molecules, urging my mind to race and my bones to shake a pure intellect but cosmic sensation. atoms, like tiny atom bombs exploding all over my skin. magnificent colours erupting into my pupils and happiness is shielding everything, optical illusion, talk about trippy. an effect i am no where close to use too but not opposed to the gushing of melting heart that is surrounding me. an atomic screen of absolute soulful star shine is mesmerizing me. uplifting me within my reality and a feeling of energized butterflies are kicking my stomach and i like the eerie feeling all the same, a feeling of brand new. i am a kid in a candy store and i cannot get enough of you, greedy and excited. a kinder surprise and i wasn't expecting this but the flow of integrity threw bricks at my bouncy castle and everything once guarded is not blown wide open, inviting you in with cautious eyes i am still trying to flow with the current of this mutual attraction.

Hypocrisy At It's Finest

a strut into the opposite direction. a once dark alley way, now lit with the light of something new. washing over you like bubble bath, clean and refreshed. the notion of the idea swirls in your body making grounded bodies sway to the actuality of what is becoming such elevation. hypocrisy at it's finest. the rise and fall of great things. the beauty unleashed from places your not sure even housed beauty. dazed and loving it, like a rebellious teen, craving for the sensation in the now, whats to come of this. laffy taffy sense of everything and approaching with caution but excitment kicks you in the temple and your mind is gently placed somewhere else, outside your body and you can't help but not really mind that you are losing control, one step at a time. a march of self pride washed away, subside because now you've got better things to base your pride on. swallowing happiness in big gulps, pop rock feeling all the way to your socks and you don't want to slow down, no need to speed up.. you're coasting into something that feels like free fall and the questions you want to ask have settled somewhere south and your mouth only craves kisses and inspiration, your tongue wants to envelope entire spaces with dreams and ideas and your entire being went from so shielded to captivating, revealing.

The Push and the Pull of the Optical Illusion.

The push and the pull of the optical illusion. Begging for a new scene you aren't sure you'll notice. blinking into obvious trouble, curving vision to dismiss obstacles. constant battle of the irises urging things to look in the direction of pulsating eyes. fiery disguise being uplifted into sight. forget daggers, eyes are now constantly battling one another, laser beams. intergalactic stares, from another planet. curiosity strikes the pupils, tempting action.. seeking words.. only receiving harsh stares which seem to penetrate the heart. the soul. the mind. all of you entirely. eyes wandering in and out of your mind and stepping all over your feelings. one glance in the direction, like an arrow to the bulls eye can easily heighten or smack down everything you had concluded too.. blind sided. an optical illusion erasing everything you thought was reality.

Try This On for Size

midnight sunrises breaking apart the sky. creeping up on identities, causing certainties to dissolve. Ferris wheel height, mind lost in the clouds. feet grounded, tight. swaying from left to right, picking up a led heel and placing it at home plate. eyeing the competition, magnetic appeal. invisible characters, panicking for a shield. reminders and forgetfulness, all tossed up in the air. heads or tails? snow melt feeling in the dead of winter. whip cream notions with belvedere kisses. scattered pieces, a puzzle.. what's missing? moments light as air come seeping into spaces unexpected. a tinge of secrecy all caught up in the shake of a Polaroid. vivid validation and crystallized hope, tangible in seconds, spinning inclining of gratified devotion, fatal heart attacks causing commotion. boxes of candy left untouched, mouth watering eyes pealing at the corners of clothing clinging on for dear life. dawn breaking in the middle of the afternoon, the uproar of unclarity destroying anything proper.. signs all a flicker, brakes shot to shit. crashing into something you're unsure you'll fit.