Tuesday, December 28, 2010

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..

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

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.