walking happy

a beautiful floral that will capture your eyes and urge for the scent to come alive and pop your senses with such pretty delicates that you'll wish it was much more than just a picture. a dutiful appraisal that makes bumble bee blossoms cling to the most uncanny hearts and allows sunbeam kisses to raise down across your entire self that allows you to feel humble like just after rain, fresh and decorative like a warm cake. an obedient playlist of absorbing tracks that are releasing an unusual happiness into your blood and as your heart becomes heavy in your chest and pumps life faster into you, you can feel this release transitioning into every little action. you blink happiness. walk with a strut of happiness, even breathing encourages a happy notion inside of you. its all provoking you to be happy and with the right state of mind, maybe you'll get there.

ripping together

A bargain he wants the opportunity to haggle. A position she has taken, which has her feet glued to the floor. She can't help but stand up for what she wants. He rocks on his heels, unsure of what to do. Where to go. The moment came and she grab it with her hands, he tried to shake it into a chaotic motion but she kept calm, carried on. Remembering bubbling desires that made chills run up and down his spine. Captured moments replayed over and over again in their minds. A continual reel of yummy kisses they urge to come alive. They acted apon desire. And now they're suffocating without it. And the question that keeps pricking their hearts, well, how could it be so wrong? Yet his restrictions and her heart beat are causing this limited pain and a craving, a longing for togetherness.

hunt

Like picking flower petals she ended on forget me not. It made her insides smile, she was caught. She became the hunter to keep him her hunted love. Drawn by smiles and slight acknowledgment she was attracted to everything about him. Quality was fabulous, a pretty picture painted his canvas and the quantity, he was so much more than anyone could imagine. So inspiring it gave her the ultimate rush. Fully aware, he enjoyed such style of attention. However, he urged to be the hunter and ended up the hunted. Consumed with unshakable rushes he agreed to himself that his heart was much smarter than his head but pushed forward with the rational notions that spun above, ignoring the rapid beats which pushed him to her. He continued conventionally. He longed to hunt her. She hunted his attention. He was her hunt. She wanted to be his.

don't die

write

free your mind

let's travel through space and time, for everything out there is mine and i'm about to conquer the entire thing, fall from grace - i'll help you up. try and survivor, what are you doing with your head now, raise it up and don't look down, get them in the clouds where all is sound, it's a rocket ride through your mind and you will soon find and discover such precious things you didn't know were within you, but yes - knock knock they are apart of you don't turn off the light and keep them in the dark let them out and roam like a hungry hungry shark and you will soon get to see just what your all about when you let your mind walk and allow your mind to talk and you may feel lost, and at moments a little tossed but do not be alarmed for you are the boss and at any given time you can certainly take control, but i would hesitate a lot before i close up shop and lock the goddamn door.

life

"We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all."

— Jonathan Safran Foer

vibrant cigarette

Cigarette drawn to beautiful lips. Kiss me deadly. A begging of such sickly exotic poison I want to flood me. Jagged marks, I can only imagine how it will be visible along my skin. Dripping like a raging junkie, a coughing fiend of interference. A smokey haze of identified feelings being inhaled through luscious lips and exhaled before white teeth, white like egg and I can see the yoke already staining my heart. The snort of such efforts releasing insanity into your membrane and you look at me through different eyes and the sockets become heavy and unaware of time and your head fills with everything but me and your itching to remember, remember what you've forgotten and your tongue becomes heavy in your mouth and your words fall out like broken rocks. Crashing. You being to sleep with such pretty dreams of me. Vibrant floral and monday music drums light against your skin and you wake up, remembering. Communication more concrete, less brittle and I wonder what will happen next. Crashing. Crash into me. You are a drug too me.

champagne bullets

champagne bullets are being shot into beautiful dresses. what elegant battles they will survive. lips are stained with encouraging colours which urge hips to shake. eye lashes batting the most outrageous beats causing bodies to sway and shimmy in the most appealing ways. eyes become hungry for fingertips and drive desires, ruthless and honest, touching truths and lies isn't a matter of the issue, its the matter of the touch. sticky like Velcro, they don't dare try to pull away from this heated passion. sugary sweat pelts beautiful bodies and what a scene. a glittery embodiment of everything risky taking action in a distant location pushing people to the envelope and applauding their filthy desires. a congratulating affair and if you weren't there.. well honey you better try and stare into the souls of these menacing creatures which participated. Cheap tricks and no manual, a yummy frenzy of simultaneous affections effecting, effecting.

addiction

a bullet of elevation that rises souls much further than anything. a bustle of beautiful colours brightening your sky as if the sun is out at night. a soft injection of citrus poison that magnifies things to electric elements, you had no idea even existed. delicate manners crumbling to even the slightest pressure, pinpoint. a rush of beautiful people all reaching out for the same things. to experience something much more than what everyone sees. dancing to no music you feel at ease and yet still anxious for glory. striving for a quick fix, worried that you won't get to pack everything. stay wide eyed wonderful - the monster monster packed your bags a week ago, focus on the streaks of love that have made everything light and caress it with tender eyes for the sun will rise and the moon fill fall away for a couple hours times but all the while your mind will keep its image tucked safely within your lockbox of ideas and those are yours. forever yours, a drug like moment of such everlasting taste. a drug, everything is happening and you cant help but be a d d i c t e d.

galaxy scotch

Drowning from the inside out. A sudden clutter of nonesense that I urge to make sense. When was the last time I crossed your mind? I can hardly get you inches away from mine. Twisted feelings in the side of my heart makes me feel tipsy, like a hard scotch, I wonder why my heart is so effected and the centre of me is effecting every other part of me. Walking hazard. I'm a mess. Words are foaming and I can't surpress such things, I'm silently screaming such deep things, listen closely and hear it ooze out of my pores, invisible everything that means the world too me bubbling up and over and out and up in the air it goes, catch it if you dare and try and grasp just what i'm trying to tell you. galaxy girl with bursting stars, i'm here - grounded and entirely earthbound but what's earth to you because i've searched and i just can't find you, but if you ever come across those bubbles, if your not looking for anything heavy don't let the lightness fool you because they are bursting at the seams. 

make love

fast love industry

he is no burger king but he makes her smile like a happy meal. and when he speaks to her she gets these bell type feelings wrapped super close to her heart like a taco. she's sweet like a milkshake and her tongue is like the cherry on top. they indulge in cheesy truths to one another and are always in the mood to ketchup. their kisses are like the toy to the children's meal and it never get's old or out of style. they could play kisses all day and all night. they write letters on receipt paper and with them nothing ever stays long on the tray. he's crispy like golden french fries and she's hot like a potato. wendy and harvey are jealous of their contentment but all in all, they don't really care because their happy like a happy meal and their are unlimited amount of kisses at their lips.

recorded,

fight tune

Fight fight against the beat. Try to let it consume you. Offer yourself willingly. Allow it to beat you up, ruff you up. Fight fight. The music just can't get a grip. Your mind is louder than any dj and your not sure what to do next. Lay down and close your eyes, allow thoughts to slowly kill you until sunrise or stay awake, push it harder. it give you bass like a punch in the fast but not hard enough to knock you out. Fight fight. Your screaming for the music to catch your breath and for you to fall flat on your face. Fight fight. Knocked out. Music, escape.

laughing motion

as if your heart is about to burst with such amazing colours and catch the light of a disco ball casting your heart across everyones faces. would you mind? i mean, if they took a peek inside. some looks will be lustful and others will be drunk but you must be mindful. do you really give a fuck what the looks casted your way mean, not in the least bit should this concern you. and yet you strut your stuff and you are free. and if anyone is about to tell you different, well, what are you waiting for? tell them different. tell them what you know, what you feel. because they can never amount to what you feel and what you feel is true. and work with what your feeling and youll make it. i promise to you that if you were too fall apart because someone else is about to make a mockery of your character. LAUGH. i ask you to laugh in their faces and come across a little mad because we're all mad like a hatter and in a world full of abnormal everyones looking to be normal, but what is normal.. do you have a clean cut one street answer so that i may now serve normal with a piece of pie? i dont think so sweetheart. and how do you feel about such crashing emotions rushing into your entire being that want to climb out of your mouth and on the plate before me so that i may eat them and feel you. i get you. speak to me. use your words. because ultimately i am me and i will never change. and you are you and i would love to just begin to try and understand such personality. i am here. haven't left. life is good and i'm loving the cake. try and tell me differently, i'll listen and state my case accordingly.

musical drug

like a sickening track you can't get out of your head, the beat is filtered throughout your whole body and your not sure what your going to do about it but the way it makes your feet tap and slam into the floor is worth all the wild times and you don't even mind that your hair is getting messy and your nylons are ripping with the sheer vibration of that track. like a drug. i need a lighter, light me up and smoke that in. delicious times for delicious memories and your not quite sure whats going to happen and the end is the least of your worries as long as your join in now and skip to the music. make a funny face and you'll be sure to remember me lover because i'm going to dance to that track all night. crazy music making me shake and it's so visible, take a look ; take a chance.

JL

remember this kids,

don't be afraid. you were once a child. just because you bones have grown and you know a little more doesn't mean you have to be all grumpy. remember. remember. remember.

my beanie babies have been replaced with shoes. jackets. nylons. my colouring book has been replaced with napkins. journals. a blog. television shows like; hey arnold. rugarts. full house. have been replaced with minimal television watching, or movies of all sorts. my children's books have been replaced with authors like Ellen Hopkins. Chuck Klosterman. James Frey. my J14 has been replaces with Nylon. Vogue. LuLu. my clothes; OshKos B'Gosh, Tommy Hilfiger. Baby Gap. has been replaced with; H&M. Forever21. American Apparel. my ring pops and candy jewelry have been replaced with Betsey Johnson. vintage knickknacks. my orange rubber boots and light up sneakers have been replaced with heels sharp as knives. high top sneakers. flats. lace up boots. my school bag that one i wore on my back and then upgraded to the messenger style has been replaced with purses. clutches. saddle bags. my lip smackers has been replaced with light glosses, tints and flavours limited but welcoming. i love all these things. i like remembering all the things i've transitioned from. all the things that are still very much a part of me. i miss my overalls and silly putty days. remember all the things you gushed over. pokemon cards. pogs. lite brite. gameboy. stick on earrings. spice girl lollipops. skip its. hop scotches. cooties. VHS. go fish. temporary tattoos. blowing bubbles. swinging so high on the swing that chains would buckle. letters to santa and giving everyone a valentine's day card. remember. remember. remember. remember. remember. never never never forget.

chunk

a little chunk that you can mend and flex to fit your mood. a attention getter but not the whole concept of wearing it. a little piece of jewelry that has a meaning to me, is pretty to you, and the rest of you don't really care for it. silly bling bling girls wearing their accessories because they think they must. no care, no like or dislike, its popular - what the heck. a little chunk that can make you remember something, can make you have fun with it. can kiss your heart in the quitest of ways. a little chunk of laughter that you can carry around your neck. along your wrist, across your finger. it's not just about the appeal and the cost and the amount of little rocks it's housing. all in all its just a material. make it something better. make it have a purpose of such intensity, allow it to have a story that it's not just another chunk sitting in your jewelry box. a chunk of fun. happiness. it's all real no matter how fake you think it is. a chunk much more than you'll realize.