Pandemic of Swaying Minds

Smile wide with your gummy teeth. Sucker punch into your heart of glass. Emptiness in your paradise and full rewards of contemplating victories. Troublesome persona and a wide variety of toxins. Champagne eyes and teetering lips that kissed perspectives wide open and a closed mind that slapped them just as hard away.. as softly as they were presented. Avoiding and stirring up that butterfly affect and making motionless premonitions like action might actually be taken. Sugar coated words causing cavities in the spaces were thoughts bubble and morph into a desirable disease spreading quickly into bone marrow and making bodies shake. Malice dipped nemesis and a clue that just doesn't fit. Darkened rose petals falling to the floor and making everything actually seem alright. But crazier things have appeared different before and pupils have their way of dancing across canvases and illusions now bite your tongue for pure extinction of the skeletal injustice inhibiting in life and creating a pandemic of swaying minds.

Naked Lip Biting Sensibility

careless. raw. exotic. an addiction forming in the creases of your mind, you may not be aware of it until you suddenly crave the attention of that contact in moments when you shouldn't be thinking of such none sense. consumed. tantalizing. pleasure. toe tapping impatiences. lip bitting sensibility and the beat driving into your head, you cannot help but smile out loud. restless. anxious. yearning. clocks laughing at you. heart bitch slapping you. your mind and your heart will not align, never will they coincide , although once you've realized, you're no better off then the insanity you were already playing in. Naked lip biting sensibility. Beautiful and antagonizing reality. Memorable caresses and future bed time stories retold in a matter of messy hair and pillow talk. bitter sweet monarchy, reign over me.

Tendencies of Validating Truths

Distant memories of jaded intellect. A cast of pelleting heart beats staining murky red, impulsive, fingertips on moments that appear and reappear like the flash of a camera lens. Constant tendencies of validating truths and like the ocean is blue your emotions begin to change. Capsizing at the peak of pure intimacy allowing the tide to pull back any frequency of happiness. Yellow slants pursuing the hand of time and distorting any sense of control. Rippling throughout tundra of expanded expenses reeling in the course of tempted nerves. Highlighting insecurities and marked with the orange of awkward safety hazards. Green like the earth as moss sweeps into the creases of fear and aims right for plagiarism of the eyes that are now blinded with desire, fueled by an indigo flame that will no go out. Purple juices exfoliating priceless concoctions of imperial twists. Violet sunrises and smokey nights all falling into place, making space for what is to come. Future blemishes of cautious ideas and actions all reeking of belligerent smiles and eyes as deep as black holes housing secrets and lies. Umbrellas covering nothing and protection washed away, exposed. Scaly tricks now developing attachments to something sinkable, while your being sits aloof.. your mind is on an adventure of it's own.

Wayside Truths

cartoon dreams and radiant corrections of almighty fate that you might have escaped. destined for nothing and striving for everything. polished wisdom and interesting collaborations, a wicked style of perpetual actions. delicious moments of child-like realizations and different temptations into hell and more than willing attitudes to jump on the ship of beautiful hells. ballooning at the expectations of wayside truths and speeding heart attacks all waking up your senses with technicalities and twisted favouritism amounting into a heap of hyper time and interesting amazement toying with your ideas. throwing paint in your eyes so that you may see the world in a new shade. smiles melting into fascinating portraits of chemically satisfied visions.

Reality of Fantasy

lightening bolts of curiosity pinpointing exact moments of vast delight into souls of constant motion. the rush of promises secretly sounding with pure enlightenment as everything bond by security is now drunk off the obsessive reality of fantasy. shirley temple eyes garnished with remote penalties of flamboyant streamers bobbing with the integrity of energized bubbly running through veins and erupting into skies beyond us. vanity sensitizing atoms of democracy. beautiful intoxication capturing unsteady emotions and bottling them for whole sale to mass markets of emotionless creatures all embedded with unrealistic meditations. sources of forthcoming alliances all pushing rather unflattering rights of delightful hopes and chaos into directions of confident realty. ice cold depictions of colossal energy all racing at an unimaginable pace, but with eyes peels wide open anything possible is imaginable.

Pleasurable Subtleties

Pleasurable subtleties viciously dancing to the tragedy of tangible cravings. Revolution and freedom thrown out the window and now burns to the absence of it's professor. Murky ice cubes cooling the substance that harbors true identity. Moments of despair longing for repair in the gift shop of your life. Breaking down like cookies dunk in milk, this is no longer the happy ever sugar rush you were looking for. Twisting the knife and resolving accidents with novelty ideas of pure hatred that the whole scene is rather prolonged far too long than any rat race should really be.. curved to the elements of possibilities and constantly enjoying the persistent tide of fading sunlight on glorious times.

Stuck in a Loopy Addiction

Signs vibrant and enforcing misinterpreted in the most passionate ways. Incorrect disposition. Left now right, up now down. What is, really isn't. Lights keeping everything protected from actual speech. Advertisements knocking your cravings awake. The hint of that cologne you wore was rested on a strangers jacket and I couldn't help but breathe it in, let it become a piece of me. Heavy eyes shocked with pop up adds of your vacancies and I once felt you were alive but since its all about your internet opinions your random likes and activities bursting reality into my brain even tho our communication has withered away. Do you still smile, allow me to make it worth your wild. Busy body with a cloud over your head, still craving bewildered kisses, stuck in a loopy addiction. 

Half Empty Catastrophes

Catastrophes spilling over my lips. Even my silenced words I would love to process aloud, in your direction, have grown tiny teeth and now nibble on my mind. Pray tell? I can tell you nothing no longer for the incriminating things I imagined we could do have become solo acts by you solely and are being used against me. I am a hostage to the words you expressed to me and I will hold what you said in the corner there.. wondering of its expiration date, like the ticking time bomb of a everlasting gobbstopper. Questioning irony is clawing at the realistic breaking of hearts and that pit of my stomach becomes wave when images, memories of you stroll across my temples and lay softly in the hallows of my pupils. Everything goes on, organically. No restrictions have be bound to your obsolete embellishments on my life however, like crisp leaves fall from trees in the autumn sun I am waiting to hear you footsteps crunch them and for moments to be shared, anew.

A Case of Shaken, Not Stirred, Emotions

Neon flavored drama and a case of shaken, not stirred, emotions. Spiraling downward without looking back and biting lips in fear that your darkness may put out the light around you. Tightened breath stays enclosed to your heart in case your situated without any sort of oxygen to revive you. Glitter in your eyes emitting radiation so hot it sizzles against your iris' settling in the pit of your stomach waiting for your imagination to freeze over and lips begin to pout in order to save you from loud despair and the exact moment of utter temptation your beyond ready to take flight through the smog and into something fresh and reassuring without fully realizing that with unfinished business comes the constant pull of your entire being, to tie it together and end it with a kiss and a goodbye instead of distant memories and constant feelings. Locked inside a frame with a picture of something gold, oh God the glitter.

Coke Head

boredom seeping into the corners of my exposed membrane and an act of compulsion is attacking my entire being. absorbing whatever is left to the madness and mischief. delicate improper and damaged remarks are now syncing to possibilities of tomorrow. throwing into coke, you're coke head is not fizzing with ideas, and the rust is being washed away to a different place, taken away, you hope far but you can never really determine the destination of your demons. feeling floaty you liquidate your state and swim in the pool that you have now created with your mistakes. hopeless and endless you can't feel any pain because you've allowed it to become you. suffering to a point of even and their is no kilter to a breaking point due to your obsession with the poison. talking toxins and your just a mess, a Ferris wheel of wreckage, trap in the spinning of your troubles.

Machines of Hopelessness

Upsetting times in a revolution of empowering bodies which are building cities of destruction and machines of hopelessness. Tension seizing the moment and constrained with the laser beams. Silent chaotic passion toying with the experimental idea of reality colliding with colossal tendencies of compassion. Heavy hearts and melting minds all bubble wrapped in time. Juicy endeavors carving at emotions budding from the inside. Locks tightened on compartments filled with nothing but dark and blushing truths. Pulsating realism attacking fantasies that can slowly unfolding and revealing their timeless dedication to persona's beyond make believe. Morphed visions of freedom and everything once bound with honesty is unleashed.

Silly Putty People

a state i will not describe in crimson. something more of a blue shade, something royal and deep like sinking monarchy in the most deepest of oceans. a perpetual increase of swaying hearts all colliding and minds abandoned like a battle field, but still mother nature has not let her vision cast upon this open space, for she is nearly amused by the force of my atoms psychotically charging at one another, as if she's waiting for reality to step in. unless mother nature is a fool. unless she is bewildered by such murderous seen that she not only thrives off this sense of life, she whole hearty believes there to be nothing left. speeding physics of my persona all timelessly timed and stuck in concrete watching silly putty people take no notice in such efforts. heavy breathing, heart attacks, constantly attacked by self preserved screams all harbouring intuition and obscenities. a force of awkwardness straddling a whirlwind of sudden unawareness. casted in a crowd full of sparks and attraction that is no where near touching me. a whole revolution of i don't knows and fuming feelings now caught in the mud. dirty with frustration and you can't catch a glimpse of light because of the darkness. beating heart and all it's doing is breaking. upset and armed yet no where to fire without actually leaving a mark. a memory that seems so blank and cascaded so far away that i cannot catch it and release it back to you. something so fruitful and inspiring, cutting like a knife and hurting like warfare. beautiful encryptions urging you to remember, to feel something, to react, respond. can you hear me?

Shelved

Eyes stabbing at eyes trying to pry into the corners of my mind. Stares slicing at the reflection and convincing that I will spill all that has been shelved within me. Eyes blinking steadily, waiting to pounce on the contents linked to pieces of me. Reflecting memories and grasping opportunities, avoiding the under tow of my mind. Racing ideas swarming erupting feelings that shall remain quickly motionless. Fruit punch power and jump start to anything private. Mirrored armor semi-protecting precious quarrels within my character.

Salted Moon

salted moon and the raindrops taste like tears. velvet regrets and studded promises. sloppy encouragement and a pocket full of hope. bedazzled warfare and I'm signing my name on the line with the clear vision of false imprisonment but what the hell. out on a the ledge i mine as well take the plunge. frenzy of pandemic appeal absorbing pieces of me slowly and with faint recollection of yesterday all we have is tomorrow. blazing sun and all he feels is darkness. laser beam appeal but all we have is sticks and stones and all I've got is this right here. these words. i shall go and that will happen, do not think it won't, but when i do please do remember that you will have a piece of me. right here in the contents of my written, contents that you can string together in any which way you would like, this is something to me but it can be anything you want it to be.. does it make you think, feel or even contemplate something? seeking a reaction, react. this is entirely everything to me and nothing to you but i have a feeling this could be much more to you than you and i think.

A Taste like Fire

empty bottles littering surrounding party minds and habitants which once occupied such relevant sound is now muffled by such drunken appraisal. high heel weapons and purses with contents of love and other drugs. skipping stones off broken records and the glass half full now filling with over exposed skin and lip stick smeared from heat of the moment passion. nail polish chipping with all the feverish motion attracting lips to lips and thoughts to thoughts all agreeing in occurrence without words everything in sync and understandable. pearls strung in the trees and jeans ripped all over allowing you to see pieces of everything. hearts broken but tonight mended together with whiskey ideas and caesar minds. salty apparel and cigarette fumes all contributing to a massive party scene meshed with ice cubes and glitter. flask filled with secrets and tonight you will spill them out to whomever is around and with a clock ticking off beat you are awoken to your feet and ready to stay mesmerized, trouble pressing against your time and nodding assurance that what you are about to do it just fine, sweetly laced with passion and speedy rabbit minds all swimming in a pool of fun. goldfish lips and sunglasses which mirror your devotion. a wild premonition waking you up with raindrops of forever and a taste like fire.

Velvet Velocity

A tiny scar marking a past incision, an overdose once filled with sunlight and moon dust. Boots worth dancing in. Attitudes worth cushion of such tantalizing promises. Magnify glass capable of dodging emotions and blending citrus with anger. Teeth exposed to the world like weapons. Strangers applauding false courage and everything beautiful now wasted and decaying all sense of pride. Drowning in kool aid, summer bliss wrapped tight for a hope of its lingering presents in the winter days. A capsule of togetherness blown to pieces only housing complications and drama for all time. Cherry blossoms struck with lightening allowing potent illusions to cloud minds of velvet velocity. Whispers of empty tributes bombarding lucid tales of strength to break through hearts and collapse lungs on a voyage of brutal redemption.

The Emerald City Turned to Coal

dark and deceptive. there once was a light that held promise and inspired hearts to beat rapidly with the affection and attraction to one another. now that very same light, that light once fueled by compassion is slicing me up. cutting at my mind and punching my soul. a light that once warmed me does not have the same effect on my cold bones. this light now shines upon me and reveals all my imperfections. all my gifts are blown apart and nothing great is worth greatness anymore and something once so strong, with a drive so smooth is forcing me to crash land along rocks and lay casted away on a beach filled with jagged rocks aimed at my limbs so that i can no longer wallow in my thoughts. false hope once wrapped so pretty now enveloping in tragic pains shootings in my atmosphere as if following the yellow brick road that somewhere down the block turned to a murky brown but you never really noticed until the emerald city was coal and the wizard was nothing but a witch in disguise. a bullet in my coffin and the pitter-patter that drums in my ears is the misfiring of my heart. lacey tragedies are suffocating me and all that seemed fair was lost in transition. love and war a battlefield of emotions and touches that all sent miscommunication to my identity. heart ship has sailed and anything relevant is now irrelevant because things have been so misread. flat lining and mesmerized by such astounding actions and sugar coated cavities that have embedded themselves within the walls of my heart, rippling throughout my entire being.

I Like Like Like Your Ways

i like the way your crooked teeth make your smile perfect. i like the way your sleepy eyes look at me with such intensity. i like the way your mocha skin even on the coldest of days appears warm to touch. i like the way your stress sits on the crease of your noise but when you have a moment of sudden relief your entire being is uplifted. i like the way your shoulders are cut in the most sharpest of lines and when you pull your leather jacket on they are perfect with your cheek bones. i like the way you don't notice the buttons undone on your shirt and how your eyes can run perfectly up and down my body creating a butterfly flutter throughout all of me, a glittery taste in my mouth. i like the way you carry yourself and the way your jeans hug you like a girlfriend. i like the way your words can kiss my ears and how your hand fits in the small of my back. i like how your fingers can interlock with mine and as if we are setting off fireworks it all happens effortlessly, like puzzle pieces coming together. i like how you like things that i don't like and how we like similar things. i like your honesty and sense of humour. i like your drive and your constant ambition. i like your lips and how they make me crave mistletoe in the heat of summer. i like your character and the way you talk with your hands when you've thought of something suddenly brilliant. i like the way your mind is always racing while your always racing in mine. i like the way you know i like your ways and protest in the modest of ways. i like everything about you.

We're Sipping On Life

contemporary sabotage building up to a climax of unforgettable moments. jet legged membrane yet you've been grounded the entire time. whispered compliments raging quick upsets and a twisted notion that something better will happen. glasses full and words cling to the inside of your cheek as if requesting yourself permission to speak. dazzling sunglasses not keeping any sunlight out but keeping your face a blur to the real world. candy coated IQ an a unstable point of view causing everything to stop. stillness in the certainty with the harshness in the complexity that what's meant to be is not carbon copied. sugar veins and a blue flame sparking excitement into your stride. walking around with racing thoughts, minds burning with anticipation. a date we could easily masquerade but keep strong. juicy habits increasingly shaking up our worlds like dirty martini's, a toast to me and a toast to you. alas, we're sipping on life.

Accessories for Murder

lopsided interference and we're celebrating Halloween on Christmas. kids adapted to pretend, interested in tattooed attitude. red stained pouts and electric guitar frequency striking hype into hearts. jail bird apparel and accessories for murder. the right to bare arms, strike that. bare it all. airplane strength taking shots of jet fuel. breaking everything into pieces and putting it together in a timely manner. crispy words and sharp cocktails covered up with denim warfare. lace and flesh, the perfect mesh of coincidental makeup. attraction to reality living in the dream with a empowering mentality. weigh side shadows and raindrops dancing on the borderline of interaction.

Tattooed Desire

lips locked and an entire shell shock of vivid champagne taste buzzing in your mind. the idea of later is creeping into your present and the past is in the past far behind. wrinkled devotions waking up ghosts and now they are all plotting a party. bring your sympathy and pack your smile ready for a fight, act wild. high waisted youth and memories that won't bring anything back, sophistication to the ultimate level. exceptional beauty with a hint of ugliness. dripping drops of purity into drug encrusted minds. paintings on the walls melting into sugary aspects. tattooed fun with blossoming desire, bored to say the least but steady hand on the lease of what you use too be.

Naked Prayers

she prays for breathe taking lingerie to sweep her away. for iconic drinks to unsteady her motives and for sober feelings to hide under the carpet. she prays for fake identities and adventurous nights in flawless places with intensity striking her entire being. encouraged by a digital phenomenon that is increasing delicious items on her mind. she prayers for no time, throw away the clocks and any man with a wristwatch gets the ultimate axe. her obsession with time is being locked in a box and thrown away. kissing memories and enjoying life. she prays for the night to stay around longer and for moments that lighten her darkness. naked prayers she longs for more. she prays for hell to break loose and for an invitation into the riot. she prays for chaos. smothered in by smouldering presents she is motivated. beseeched and naked, lovely prayers she prays.

Sequin Infested Kisses

a urge for a sense of power and a stride in the proper direction for proposals of indecisiveness. tackling words and verbalizing fears. twisted emotions swirling around like spaghetti on a fork. sequin covered love and infested kisses making mouths that frown smile wide, expanding sincerity and making colours pinch that little voice inside your skull that makes you think twice about sticking your finger into light sockets, but you still consider this experience.. for a moment or two you skied to do it but yes, reality kicks you in the face and you hold your grace with boots platformed to the floor getting ready to burst your life into fireworks. temptations tipping you over and everything magical allows you to breathe.

If I Return While I'm Out, Please Tell Me to Wait.

pocket full of remarks and a heart full of romance. Christmas lights in the dead of fall and once you realize there is something within truth time till fall to the weigh side. hippie peace and warrior smiles. epic ideals with classified destinations. pull the trigger on this party and allow the sparks to fly in any which directions. summer sunsets with the stars and moon colliding into you. pieces of you dancing outside of yourself and competitions have begun. birthday wishes at your funeral. kicking' rocks and eating cake thinking not so wonderful things. last of the west on the right side of wrong and you can't decide weather you are going up or down. girls losing their soles while decorating souls and fighting for the decorum of highlighted persona's. hotel signs and neon vacancies. out looking for myself, so if i return while i'm out please tell me to wait.

Heartthrob Cupcake

sweaty remarks with lipstick edges and a whole lot of cool. there is a storming coming soon and it's raining secrets and lies. passing the time with chocolate covered umbrellas. eye shadow glitter all over your lips, kissing my sight as if you could taste what I see within the creases of your lips. heartthrob, cupcake. you are screaming delightful. Popsicle icy and a whole lot of mix matching apparel in the middle of summer so you can get away with the combat in this paradise. glossy ideas screaming for attention and bodies begging for mirrored affection. technology bones and wishful thinking, a bag full of tricks left in the trunk. monkey business in the elephant room and you cannot help but want to shake shake shake it out loud hem you've got nothing to do. feathery icing sugar let me show you more, shimming bodies and perfect hips all wanting more. runway strut and a sassy clue. get ready to loose the ground, we're gettin' down.

Misbehaving Lust

temperamental temptations driving your soul recklessly without a cause into the horizon. tequila sun, set a flame encouraging you to get addicted. frustrated frenzy, a complications of beats pulsating into your body, blowing up your senses. cosmopolitain pink and you're feeling rather flushed. voluptuous apparel making everything mouth watering and as eyes stay sealed with lips all a hurry. puppy dog pouts and words full of sin and a wonderful idea to capture the unattainable and successfully lusting over memories. smiling at the thoughts buzzing around your head and a passion ideally subtle is consuming every ounce of you. radical behaviour urging me to misbehave in your presents, longing to misbehave.

Keys to Insanity

don't have my driver's licence but i'm driving myself insane. twisted junctions of everything and nothing and pieces of something and memories of everything. my weapon is a pen, never know when i'll strike again. mockery creeps into my step and as i move forward i can't help but reflect. life jacket left in the package, taking chances, planning tactics, risky business. pulsing uncensored irrelevance ceasing words, mid sentence. my mind is a battlefield and sorry folks there is no gear to protect you from what i may or may not have spoke. truth wrapped with realism bursting into your lifestyle and affecting affections for something you already knew. back burner move forward allow something to lighten up your space, quick pace no need to rush, allow the sun to embrace and organic to take shape. still putting up a fight for something i've believed in with all my might, it's kept me up to see the moonlight.

Comatose Overdose

junkie shakes and unbreakable moments you cannot erase. erupting emotions causing motion large enough to move oceans but hence disrupting your world. quick fix, pixie stick. yearning for a dose of something that'll make you comatose but enough to keep your heart afloat. bubbling desire fuelled by thoughts and outrageous abilities to speak your mind. florescent veins run along your brains that keep your senses intact. eyes wild, set a flame on your surroundings and in mild abbreviations you aren't about to cut spaces, your going hard or your going home. home, to far away to even imagine.. decisions to tough it out have risen and all worries have subsided. scratching at anxiety and obsessing over everything a prescription could not be prescribed in the exact moment to save your life. slipping into your own oasis, memories are blurred like background photo faces.

Addictions & Bad Personalities

frisky face and lips strained with remnants of red wine. eyes blotchy from the sun and spears of total intimacy begin to penetrate everything thats apart of you. dripping with anxiety are you ready to sink or swim? confident with your insecurities, loaded pistol without a target.. open fire for you are a martyr. smoking cigarettes for the sake of blowing up and if you feel the rush from just one puff think about the entire world, boom. up in smoke. thinking like a madmen. uncontrollable identities and your enemies could easily be hoping for your children to grow up with addictions and bad personalities. double dipping into funny faces to make everything harsh a bit more easy. scribbling in crayon because you like the way they glide along the page and just incase you haven't gone straight insane you begin to pick at all that is inane. universal subtleties allowing you to take cover from your reality. beautiful little nothings dictating all your thoughts. channeling fear into your heart. breaking out into a panic. eyebrows narrowing into the depths of something clueless to your lips and you want to attack, pounce on the truths and faults of it. stepping inside and out of the lines and throwing caution into the wind to make something else happen.

SkyBeat

eyes to the sky searching for something that is ultimately right in front of you. eyes scanning your surroundings but skipping over the pieces that actually matter. striving further when all you need to do is stop. following something imaginary like you've just received a tweet from an imaginary bird that is now bothering you, an everlasting twitter itching your membrane. myspace or yours? i'm not the authority. i will not book your face for mean muggin' this place. and for your mainstream attitude, careful now before you fall into a hipster category. eyes scanning the premisses searching for permission from your plastic God. Television victory and a whole lot of babble, tumbling through your bucket filled of photos. fingers peeling at creativity and my mind just checked into rehab. addicting addicts becoming truthful and false filled cupcakes are now their temptation. clean slate, dirty plate it's a never ending laundry day. temporary glitter making gold resemble something much better, a technology heartbreak cutting everyone into pieces with it's cyber knife.

Taste My Mind

a feeling like i just walked through spiderwebs. words heavy on my heart and why didn't i let them out. let's start over? but not erase any of our previous moments. remember me and i'll never be able to forget you. push your burden to the side and open your mind, here.. have a taste of mine. problems seem to become a pandemic to your life and you take them hard, straight home dealt with your vice. i'd love to throw pebbles at your window so you could peek into a realism that i have for you. stuff your mailbox full of flowers just so you'd know i care. words light on my tongue but blown away once spoken out loud, roots deeply planted into my vascular system and i'm having trouble breathing around you, but i can't get enough. help i'm alive and i'm dying all the time, so let's just forget pretend and open pupils to what's in front of us.