Thursday, June 16, 2011

A Dislike, I Am Fond Of


going in for the kill, not searching for blood. why bother with a mess that will leave no importance to me afterwards. i dont want the hassle of you, no more. forgetting you, never. i will not give you such satisfaction, as if to forget you would bring you happiness and i am not bringing you anything, of any sort. except i would smile if you frowned at the thought of me because i am still provoking some sort of energy within and that too me is amusing. you are nothing. worthless, entirely. a sliver of mankind that doesn't affect me. distanced, not really but this is my world, and you wont be an advertisment within it. assaulting the scenary, with your empty amunition, im waiting to see just when to react. you think it's over. not really, directly yes. indirectly no. this will constantly remind you in places you never thought it would. and your name will forever be tainted by emotions you have enflamed with actions and sudden dislike. which is fantastic, so chic. i like the way you wear your dislike for me, it shines in the daylight and sparkles in the moonlight, and under the appropriate street light it emulates for all the world to see, and they are suddenly captivated by me, and i am not even around, but the cuffs of your sleeve and the soles of your shoes will be so aware of me that all the people will clap. you will smile in adoration, but note that these people aren't giving you the time of day without recapping on pieces of me, and the encouragement you will recieve to further dislike me will be the perfect bullet. save your compassion for the fakest of hearts, and if you do faint, and fall on the rocks i will be ever to happy to appauld your act, and not for your talent but for the end of the clock.

Will You Run Away With Me Tonight Beautiful


i miss you. and you havent even left yet, i mean not literally. i wake up, in the middle of the night.. in the early morning, and i stretch across the bed, hoping to grab onto you. and i dont. and i wont, and i havent. but silently, i have already marked that place beside me. ive reserved it. called dibs and wrote your name all over it. why wont you, why wont you lay your genius on me. let us be. not in this ship, this moderately acclaimed relationship, that everyone is boarding and unloading at all times, for all causes, without shame without reason. let us be. i want you to take advantage of me. press me. press my mind, my body, my soul. open me up. i want to open you up. close you. reopen, rewrap and ultimately regift you to myself because you always brand new, always something more. sparkling in the evening sunshine, when the moon decides to dance on my affection. i want you. and i will tell you now and forever, i want you. you doubt yourself, and us. i dont think you doubt me but you might but i think you doubt you more and i wish i could kiss your doubt away, make me smile, make me sad.. i know its not what you want to hear but i want you and i want all the things that come with it and i want to experience all of you. the good and the bad, i will have my bad times and my good may not always be to your par but i want you. i want you now and tomorrow and i wanted you before. let my desire, intensity, creativity, passion, lust and love link up with yours and paint this canvas, write our stories. forget it all.. forget these words and what they mean to me. let's go please. will you runaway with me tonight beautiful.

We Want To Hear Those Coins Clink


Pushing the pennies and letting the creativity slide. Collecting the nickel in case the presentation hiccups down a different avenue. We've got time and you girls are dimes. A quarter of that with a quarter of this will cost you some pretty quarters. Not rich but we sure are loonies. And there's a toonie in my pocket, it might be a good day. Mix`n matching the bills. 5$ flights on a bogo seat, stranger right beside you and destination unknown. 10$ transactions and we'll be there shortly, paper work, minus work, leisure entourage and this won't define us. 20$ mayhem and impeccable swag. 50$ dares and a pocket full of tricks, expensive thrills for the broken hearted, a stunt you probably can't handle but the cash money gives you hope, hope for stupidity, hope for a better me. 100$ suicide and you believed what they told you. If their words were the currency, honey bee, you'd be so rich. Making money with your rumors and cashing in with your easygoing ways. Believing in tomorrow like yesterday didn't happen and today is a figment. Too ahead of the game, you've lost before you dressed, benched for the press, you've been conditioned to dance for coins and we want you to shake it baby, louder, we want to hear those coins clink.

X-Nay On The Love Game, For Shame For Shame


A game of hot potato and the sudden moment when you think it might be worth your while. The pandemic of that saying, I told you so. And I was telling myself and everyone else was there, watching, telling each other - other things, things that maybe they should have been telling me.. Good idea. X-nay on the love game, for shame for shame. Jersey up and ready to lift weights, no spotter, and fell flat on my face. How beautiful this is, looking from the ground up. Funny thing is that it hurt more than I thought it would and ideally it didn't hurt at all. I made the decision to get up and go, to walk away once your brought out the smoke show. A verbal assault of conflicted bullshit, trying to have your cake and eat it too, ultimately, being bombarded with your conscience, mhm. You’re a little more human than I thought, and that just confuses the point that your heartless. Definitely time wasted, trying not to doubt you and doubting me the entire time. At battle of the self, making myself stay to easily melting the chains to get up and go. The perfect opportunity, and what did you think, I'll submit a resume in to you, right after the shrink, not even worth the time or the mind that I was trying to thaw, a piece of ultimately that was beyond raw, but it's actually okay, that we got rid of that now. I can stop being conflicted with the power to stay, around for just what I wanted, when you proved to be nothing of the sort, trust is like blackmail, the fight for it is empowering and once you've got even a sliver of it you can run to the top of a fiery building and try to make someone dance with the idea of trust. A broken little melody to a song that I cant stand, good thing I didn’t try and take a stand, boxing gloves off, I wasn't worth the challenge, challenged enough that I was still undermined. Catapulting what I've learned right into your face, they encourage to share and not hate, but I'm hating the fact that I was just a share, in your twisted little investment, and I'm not going to tolerate your open ended questions, your swimming for an apology and I don’t have it for you, your looking for that saying, like everything will be alright, but I'm not like you and im not about to trick you into something that sure as hell might, not even happen. You play this game well, and i thought you were a tool, a confused little piece of benefit, benefit of the doubt, that I gave up and watched be misused. Well can I get an applause for this wonderful act I was in. thank you, thank you, you're far too kind, never again.


It Started Here, It Won't End Here


it started here but it definitely wont end here. im going, going. i'm gone. it started here but believe me, it wont end here. you started with that and flip flopped to this and now that its started it sure wont end. you brought that up and i brought that down and it sure wont end there. it started there, here and now it will come again and it wont be over yet, not yet, not ever. i tried, you tried harder, yes. ill give you that. it might have started when you were there but i was here and when i got there it was still going, it wasnt over. it wont be over yet. not there not here, not now not now. i went there and you told me not too but i did. and you did nothing. you didnt shout or stammer you didnt raise your eyebrow at all the chatter. i went there and you didnt bother stopping me or going there with me and it may have started but we know its not over, not yet. and i fought it and you fought it but i raised my glass and brought it into a new light and you shook into the darkness, moved out of the way so you wouldnt be struck by the artificial lightening. i tried, and you tried harder. i pretended like it went away, not over, but away and you pretended just the same. we pretended this for days. you smiled at people in your way and i was crushing ice inside my head, and we went there, we pretended it was all away. and it started there, and again it started up. i felt the fire, melt that ice, and i felt you move there and i went there and tried again for you and you didnt bother, you liked the flame, the prettiness of it's warmth, but not the light it shone on your face and your lips would smack away the start of that flame just the same as the ice was chipping away in my brain and we started it. we went there and we didnt leave, but just brought it with us somewhere else and i was wearing that, and you were wearing that i didnt know what to say but i said somethings anyway. you said things too. said them to the things i said to you and i wasnt listening, just watching you. watching us start it up again and again, never getting to the end. i swerved, so you'd forget, and you swerved as if we were dancing and i forgot the steps on purpose but you picked them up and showed me how to move, and i tried and i tried and you tried harder. i dodged, you dodged too. i remembered to forget and you remembered to remember me. it started here but it wont end here. it wont. it just wont end.

Lately, The Words Are Heavy


Here. Were all here. You maybe there and you, there, and me here but ultimately, we are all here. Going. Were all going. Even those who remain slightly vibrating to the world. Were all going, not to the same space, same places, but we've all made a point of going. Even when it doesn't look like it. We have decided to go. Decisions. I've made them, got to make them, as do you and you and you but we all don't complain about them the same and it's not as easy as a game of spin the bottle. Please do though, spin the bottle and decide me. Joking. A fantastic device to say what we want without saying what we want. Want. I want I want I want. Need? Well it happens every once in a while, some need more than others, I prefer want. I want you is so much more powerful than I need you. I don't want to need you, and I don't need to want you. I simply want you. Like. We like what we like. Complete? What does that even mean. You can't ever be completed, there is always more. Dance. Just forget what I've said and dance with me, let's go back to that idea of spin the bottle. You, Me. Forget the bottle, you've got me spun, perfect. Let's get physical. Express our verbal contagion later, when the words aren't so heavy.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

The Lights in this Joint Remind Me of You


stuffing the key hole with all of your promises and picking the lock for air. the light in here reminds me of you and the way your staggered teeth catch your lip with you smile. you have this alligator dance that you swear is more like a flamingo and I'm ready to take you to the zoo to prove you other wise. it's Wednesday and your falling in love like a Saturdays night. the light in this joint, reminds me of you. dress me up and dress you down, silent cues that make us know just what to do. lipstick traces parts of your body, and what is the speed limit on those hands. lust is creeping into every parts of this room, the curtains are weigh down with a lusty flirt and the glasses are all rimmed with just the same. an action, and everyone is acting. pull it down, push it up, tighten that. shoulder back, lips part. ready for your famous walk. strutting what you think you've got in a room that doesn't care if you do or not, their taking whats left each and every one of them. taking turns, sharing words, experiences being passed along the room, a spin the bottle motion that is matching the motion in your head. thought sickness, you haven't felt this before, your considering the coincidence of this well played game, this staged out play, your fervency stain.

We Just Can't Afford Your Cavities


stepping on the fragments because i want a puzzle. quick fix for a weak heart and i dont need the easygoingness of your marmalade. an affair im not invited too that i will not get involved with. a reminder of where i am at all times because your mind is quickly drawn to the absorbency of my personality and i was hoping to ring you out like a bad habit moons ago, but the night keeps calling me back like a past lover and i just cant say no to the glitter of lust's embrace. pieces of glass coating the cupcakes we keep eyeing and there is a bear trap in the pool for all the sophisticated ladies about to claw at each other and the prize, is nothing but veggie tales. the summer will spoil your goods and the waves will come crashing down on your makeup. paint by numbers your little heart breaks and fill the room with your insecurities, can we get some security here, call security. you stand so tall glamor girl with your head to the sky, i would think you knew yourself better, but caught you in the eye with your seven inch heel, feeling sorry for yourself, causing murders with your words. verbal abomination, you think your so smooth with your metaphors and degrading vocabularies, throwing our slang from all the sitcoms you've watched while thinking thoughts of them and that and where and who and when and wanting, your wanting everything and ready to give nothing, experience nothing, know nothing. you know nothing in your text books of everything that you wrote with a crayon and a sharpie because the rumours you've started are permanent and your stares are staining napkins from every fast food joint in town because you somehow end up in these parking lots, back seat playground and everybody knows, but somehow they pity you and turn that pity into fear and tumble around the idea of making a mess of you but they're holding back they're going to turn up and sniper you and you won't know what to do. it'll be later in life, when you think you've righted all your wrongs and your wrongs will slowly seep into your mediocre taco. sugar we've switched you to sweet`n low because we just can't afford your cavities anymore.

The Inappropriateness of this Politeness


Dreams engulfing other times of my day. The inappropriateness of this politeness is causing me pain. Eyelids trying to slap away moments while ghostly arms push from your soul and cling to them for dear life. Caring too much. Not caring enough. Library card, checking you out like a systematic tragedy, you are a causality, and I cant help but want more of you. Say my name with Coca-Cola freshness, brand me like a product, advertise and praise me. Limited edition? Don’t you dare share or save me. Crave me, like a seductive point of view, let me seduce you. Seduce me while seducing you. I want more. Throw away the TV, put it on the window sill, for the world to see. Allow the sun to penetrate us like the glass of a snow globe, twisting the sparkles that lay at my feet, I am feeling so heavy, but no where close to defeat. Charging a fee, and getting a free pass, waiting for other things to add up, equal and subtract. A night on the town, cashing in on the clouds that are dancing across our eyelashes, forcing ideas into minds, people into sheets, and drinks down throats. Ballerina figures twisting in cages in places you've never been before, an affair films your tongue, tastes like fear, but excites you. Waiting for strangers to say hello, waiting to fall in love with people you don't know.

Junk Yard Conscience

Truthfully so. You know much less than what I've told you. Actually, I'm penetrating your mind on an untimely schedule but I'm having a hard time penciling in my soul. It's much more spontaneous than you'd choose to acknowledge but mark my words ill pencil you in with much more than a No.2. A passion you can't help but hear over the telephone. A smile so loud we've got to turn the volume down. Memories ty-dying the present urging your body to move. An oasis casting itself along your pride, and your forcing yourself to transcribe all that is making you inflatable. Junk yard conscience and a addicts mentality, straight tooth nose dive into a glass of stars, picked from the heavens and sold for parts. Glow in the dark fears and I'm hoping I wouldn't have to unlock that door for you in years.


All The Same Chromosomes, Give or Take


An exchange of hellos. One bubbly like champagne, empty like the clouds but glowing. Another hello. A different style a different presentation. All the same chromosomes give or take a couple extra things here and there. A hunger for love and another with a love of lust, friendship. An interesting transition from nobody to somebody, a new chapter. A different kind of introduction. Words. For a while it's all words and paper based actions. It's all fun and all words but it all means something. The words slowly give way to actual actions, and the capabilities of these words; scare, excite, and entice you. A wind of hips from left to right, lip biting.. yours and mine. Rushing passion catching us in our dancing shoes. Eye contact, contacting much more than anything we've heard of. Bubbly champagne, suddenly heated. The intensity is real, no reason and not fleeting. Actions now playing a bigger role, words meaning exactly the way they are spoken. Crossing the line and double dipping, something in your mind has got you spinning, tripping on your conscience you sway left to right, little do you know I've already taken flight.
Caught up in the words you've spoken and the actions you've acted out. Little did I know your just confused as the rest, not knowing anyone or what they're all about. Playing Chicken with a empty heart and what you felt would be indifferent. Living in the past and I never went back. Say hello to yesterday for me because tomorrow is looking good and even if the games are played, I'm a neutral offset to your charades. No longer participating in your boost, I wish you all the best.