catch me, nicotine

break me off a piece of poison, allow it to coarse throughout my mind and enhance whatever dignity i might have left. caffeinated kicking busting down my sanity making everything wild. a relentless tug on the irony of which is me and now the tradegy pouring efforts are being vacuumed up by the most incredible sponge. that i have absorbed all of this within me. try and ring it out and you would be left dry. a zippered lock of emotion bleeding at the seems and if your ever so lucky to catch a glimpse i cannot ensure you'll be pleased with what you see. for the cupcakes have been rained on and all the chalk has blow away, not the prettiest of pictures are hanging on the walls and this whole scene is rather isolating. distant music, nothing danceable.scratching for a fix, a practical bandage will not due, spark a light and remember this for everything is going up in flames and sweetheart we cannot forget because that in all of it's entirety would be a solid shame.

bedazzled bodies

collar bone. jutting out just in the perfect spot. urging your lips to press against the visible outline of such bone. hips. twisting in just the right spots and causing a bedazzled sensation. shoulders. relaxed. cheek bones, rise and fall as you smile and whisper sweet liquid smiles. and everything feels kind of marked up with the touch of one another. kiss my lips and mark my hands. a feeling all over causing exploration to the fullest at the highest of heights. beautiful teeth biting plump glorious lips of heavenly delight you only want to keep, savour all night. you wonder to extremes if those lips are even half craving yours because you can't help but throw on your party dress and dance in the comfort of your room and wonder if the way you imagine body against the material of such dress will be as feverish smile, your sure to impress.

".....

it's like

watching

Lady Gaga

set fire

to a piano."

kisses like tiffanys

a cup of tea, not so easy. not as pleasing as they all lead you to believe. blushing nobles an intoxicating champagne breakfast, stay in bed all day with me. dress up the cat and send him on a date so you and me can simply escape and just incase you feel the need or this pull-like feeling making you think that you must face the day let's forget it and eat massive cakes. i'll bring the ice cream, your my cup of sugar. this wont cause cavities it wont hurt one bit, i'm not lying when i tell you, you'll love it all too bits. ultra watt light bulbs illuminating your eyes, close the curtain baby, you're my sunshine. no need for fancy clothes, no need for socks. just a private getaway without any destination preparations or traveling flocks. lovely weekend music staining our skins and pupils swimming throughout pupils, fingertip drawings allowing you too feel it all the way to your soul. sentimental gems making every kiss feel like a generous amount of blue, passionate inside the tiffany ribboned box, unwrap these kisses - they are all for you.

Capote,

"Well,

I'm about as

tall as a

shotgun,

and just as

noisy."

heartily

a figment of your imagination in a fruitful pigment that has got your entire reality set a flame and crashing into hearts that swore they would never love again. mister boy don't be afriad, look at how beautiful you are and feel it in the air just how badly she wants you. probing thoughts are balance beaming on your brain, a teetering of desires burning your quite insane. your so worth it. every flame hints a purple heart of a bravery, and mister boy don't you shed away from her for everything will be okay. open your mind and let the sweetness reign and when you feel like you can't handle it anymore you say it. say something and don't be left in the dark, let her care for your young at heart soul is going to be everything to this girl and she will remind you that you are important to her and the world. and everyone is watching you with excellent eyes to see you state when you realize that you shouldn't pass up such touch of fate do you really thing she'd strive this hard if it was just a matter of infatuation. proudness in the realism that is you. she longs to taste you, keep you humble and listen to your worries, take away your pain - there is no hurry.

sunnier sun

summer like behaviours are pouring from the sun and i can't help but question it's arrival. sunbeams dancing across my skin and enlighten seasonal times, we all hope to embrace. summery sunshine do not play tricks with these eyes because soon they will realize if you are full of lies. twisting with the likes of people beneath you, don't be as hot to go and beseech you or withdraw from such lovely qualities. we all are craving much more quantity and soon we shall become dependently greedy of your ability to make everything shiny with a wake of a brand new day, as the moon tilts up our way and comes out through the darkness too play, we keep you close in our minds and hope we shall all awake into a sunnier sunshine kind of day.

edie,

"They serve like a mockery in way of reality because they think everything is smiles and sweetness and flowers, when there is something bitter to taste. And to pretend there isn't is foolish."

xrated everything

eyes gliding across words that make your innards turn. a pulsating measure that has adapted to your entire soul. an adhesive type substance making everything melt. your truths are your truths and your faults are your faults. a dripping sensation of twisted appeal, a desirable mention you are craving to hear. appealing little sugar plums, dancing in your head - no where near christmas but you'll celebrate instead. probing hopes, allowing everything to reek of happiness a devilish score you don't want to settle with. broken glass, pressing into your tongue - making your sweetest words, drip with blood. a mind wrenching thought of quickening violence, thoughts sharp as knives, you best be quite. favourable moments in the treasure of time. a star bound kiss for you to make it all shine. delicates undedicated and beaten to the line. unmentionables, mentioned and it's all for the sake of a good time. liquid sugar, you could be mine. quires are strewing, and all we've got is time. lovely little pillow like substances cushioning your falls and everything could be better or everything could be nothing, nothing at all. xray vision as if that'll show you what to do. just remember this is all for the taking, whatever you do. for everythings something and something can be nothing and nothing can be everything.

party people

The music was blaring to the extreme. Mind busting beats muffling screams. Laughs and smiles of satisfying grace. An outrageous party burning down the place. Forceful vibes causing bodies to rock and once they got going you'd have to dare them to stop. Murky eyeballs and flamboyant lips this party was killer, this party was sick. No goody bags, don't do us no favours. The fact that you came out and got a taste of our waiver, is oh so freshening, pour another glass for me. A party of the year go ahead and try forgetting me. Time is pressing for ultimate hype and people are already planning their next flights, out of their small towns and into our backyard because they want to come and party with stars, get a taste of our galaxy - people know were happening and the guest list closed hours ago, folks you already know. so find another way a bribe or a smile to get into this party because its going to be wild.

cheers

snap. crackle. pop. like your thoughts are crispy at the edges. scratchy like burnt toast, but the most delicious thoughts you've ever thought of. a warming of epic togetherness shakes your madness and makes everything so much more creamy like a milkshake. it's thick and the depth to your thoughts is something your curious to explore. so you do, forget the life jacket dive right in to such openness and do not let it fear you. for you are in control and your mind is a vassal of beautiful things and even yes, the dark things will allow you to wakeup easy to periling sunlight and you will reign over such efforts because you are thirsty for what your contents mean. pick apart such personality and allow your mind to nibble at the insight to which you carry within you. a corner spot you made a reservation for but even if you hadn't it would have kicked it's customers out the door so that you could attempt to feast on such lucky madness for you must face. raise your glass. breathe. relax, a toast to you and all that is you and all that you stand.

irrelevant beauty

Weightless prophecies. Do not try and confuse this with easy street. Simple minded creatures with muscles feeling the need to beat down any lingering hope of good. Knock out, face plant. A shivering sacrifice of what you deem respectable. Outspoken merging encouraging at a elevated decibel from unimaginable places and the realness is overwhelming, you can't help but want too consume it. All of it. Take it all in. Sip on the edge like a bubbly heart ship and hope the flavor will smash into you like capping water falls. Things crumble and rebuild like lovely legos and as if these legos were made of candy they make everything seem a little sweeter because of such positioning kindness. A feeling of peace sets you in your place and you cannot help but enjoy every bit of action in this cushion of such relativity that even its irrelevance would make you smile.

maze

A pleading maze, endless hallway, drawing you closer and deeper into the light. Too bright. Feeling for a switch but you get nothing but plush. Makes you want to blush. A loneliness kind of breaks away like chains and this heaviness is dissolved into pleasurable sighs. Infinite amount of zooming appeals are racking your mind like a curse and your only so obident to its game and you feel like a winner figuring it all out but its not so easy when the sun goes away. Everything in the dark kind of leaps off the page and drags you down memory lane. A place you often sway away from. Face forward. Eyes straight. A shoulder motion your not up to express. Everything behing you layed simply to rest and sweet slumber it will enjoy while you conquer the future without any dispair.

sunnyside

a glorious sun rise that burst from the sky like a burning marshmallow. you can't help but want to taste it. mush it around with your fingers. feel the burn of wonderful extremes bounce along your skin. and it will be totally worth the stickiness. your taste buds are dancing in your mouth and your tongue becomes sort of floppy but still its all worth the wonderful glitter that makes your change your mind and feel so fabulous. a sunrise of epic desires calling your name and wishing you only the most sincere mornings and the greatest sunsets. a toast to the clouds and a definite embrace on everything blistering around you. delicious sun making my mouth water.

Mr. Lagerfeld

"My greatest problem in life is my indifference to the outside world."

addict

a tempting temptation. it knows your name fluently and it's forever whispering secret little indulges into your mind and has found it's way under your skin. it's become this tantilizing addiction that you had no idea was so becoming of you and when you try to scrub, wash it away. it won't leave. for you are it's home and it is right at home. promises to itch your brain and make you want more. a weakling in the strongest of armour and a smile on your face that could wash away any form of cloud. a delicious little mojo allowing you to feel the addictive teeth nibble on your insides. a beautiful sense of corruption you would hate to see erode away. a wonderful sort of dance that makes you move to no sound and like a brand new effort you feel the surge every once an awhile and it's never old - always sparkly and unwrapped like the most deadly of presents. a fascinating addiction that has got you all strung out, an addict - sign the line, check you in. get well soon - i'll miss you while your gone.

looksy

open eyes to realize such realizations and the reality in the entire scene with cause realistic emotions to burst within and there is no stopping such heightening sensations and you will see, with real eyes come real times and you must absorb them through your pupils and hold the stories there. the emotions will well up to the surface and shake you to your core and you will see with real eyes that like crashing light a single blink can cause everything to change. and change is happening, you cannot close your eyes and be afriad. things continuing to move forward and you will go, you will do your thing with eyes on the prize and you can have whatever you'd like with determination and a open mind. patient lovely balloons being blown bigger then the sky and it will all happen with the opportunity for you to break down all demons and with positive eyes you can see anything is possible if your willing to jump, jump clean and you don't know where you will land but eyes will see that you are trying and the efforts will be noticed and you wont need to fear such stingers because you will be fine. take a look around, eyes wide. eager little iris ready too see.

wonder

“What was it that John Lennon said? ‘Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.’ Let it grow already, and quit trying to legislate it!”

-Wonder Woman

bullets in my coffin

the answer ran, packed it's bag and let go of your hand. the answer ran along because he knew he was right and didn't need any help, no need to try and understand something that cannot be validated with such words. an intensity that caught flame and was discharged in such a hurried frenzy that would a change of tone would made it any less the same. and you wanted it to be said just in perfect coronation so it would end up presenting itself beautifully but like nails to the coffin, what has become of me and i'm a whole other job of discombobulated sorts and im trying to make everything just work out. throwing away the clocks and taking off my shoes, no need to run no need to trail into a mess of presumed judgment of invisible feelings; you cannot see these, you cannot taste them - you must believe me when i say, and that which i say.. is like bullets in my coffin.

feel it

little black hearts strung together with silver string and clink together as they try to mesh. a flat lining self appointed distraction causing you to caution glorious rushing of enveloping water which its oh so tantalizing and like sunlight without sunglasses it's all so enormous in one tiny bit. a bullet proof face which is scratching at the soul and an entire kick breaking up space and allows fresh air to stroll on through. temporary music decides to penetrate the sky and everything normal becomes slashing like a early pyrotechnics releasing pounding notations all around and jumping jacks do a crazy karate kick into gut hurtling places and all you can do is feel it. feel it.