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.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Pandemic of Swaying Minds
Naked Lip Biting Sensibility
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
Reality of Fantasy
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.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
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.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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
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.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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
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
Velvet Velocity
Thursday, August 12, 2010
The Emerald City Turned to Coal
Monday, August 9, 2010
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
Sunday, August 8, 2010
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
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.