Saturday, October 30, 2010

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.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

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.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

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!

Monday, October 18, 2010

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.

Monday, October 4, 2010

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?