Verbally Abusing Myself

a frustration of emotion has built up inside parts of me i didn't know could have an affect on me, but it's happening and contaminating my surroundings. my smile is breaking and things are crashing out my reach i try to get there fast enough to stop them but i have no time to catch them. i lose my balance and fall out of place. i stumble around like a drunken case but all my bottles are filled and tightly fastened. i cannot gather my words in the right order to even begin to present to you something cohesive enough for your mind to absorb and read right. i'm kind of losing my mind, pent up somewhere dark i cannot find my words, but feel their weight on my brain they are there.. why they have restrained themselves from me, i cannot find the key to their lock. slowly pieces are escaping it's chains and i grasp a couple here and there but nothing that i can work with, nothing that would make it okay to let them slip over my lips and into the world.. nothing that will make you make your blind eyes see the light that i am throwing into them. verbally abusing myself i will try to liquidate my ability and loosen this rut that i have gotten myself into too.

Made Up Reality

dynamite legs. imagination so vivid it makes your eye sockets itch. a wonderful weapon that was built without your control. implanted with the stamina to use it to your advantage. delicious inquiries for the hungry mind and a consumption of energy blasting within the walls of your mind. a build up of curiosity now sits in the corners of your heart and as it beats you feel the sharp melody of it's truth slice deeper into your smarts. eventually you realize, a sudden moment of taste and while sound and your senses become cloudy with such relevance you have a reaction exposed in mediocre pace. you want what you want and you'll do anything to get it. you throw loyalty out the window and sleep doesn't matter because your body is now running on these images all fuelled by desire and you aren't about to throw in the towel. you couldn't if you tried, could you? your entire being now running at a speed that you don't really mind, you enjoy the rush of your senses become blind with cherry type pie because everything once sour is now sweet, all the time. a twisted junction of made up reality, a devotion to a joke that stopped being funny hours ago but you cant help but want to reach out and touch it, grab a piece of it and make it infinite, make it apart of your reality. but will you ever get back? to a sane moment. a moment where you can look in the mirror without seeing two, a false sense of hope in the way your behaving and all you can do it strive for what you want and even if it makes you crazy you won't stop believing, until you've got a full dose of whatever you want just be sure to open your pupils don't let yourself be jaded and as the moment slips right by you, don't be foolish enough to not chase it into the oasis of life.

All My Faults, Are My Fault

i'm awake. questioning my own questions. doubting my own doubt. my curiosity killing me and all my faults are my fault. scribbling frantically hoping that maybe from miles away my truths will have some kind of relevance to your emotions. secretly, i'd love to tie a beautiful yellow ribbon around your finger, forget me not. a lone balloon, i feel uplifted yet in the sky i am wandering aimlessly trying to grow organically with roots i planted months ago, but never settled in soil close enough to your heart. stranded in a sky-like garden with no water and not enough warmth to keep the flowers open. my words frozen like ice cubes pressing for your tongue to melt them into a soft sparkle, words i'd like to catch in the under tow of your rushing breath and fingertips i'd like to trace, leave behind ruminants of my soul. circle of marbles, allow me to knock you out of your rut and maybe advert your eyes to the side and catch me there. it might be easier if you just say no. all the signs are green as go but the motion in the action is still, i hope for yellow but there is nothing, it's all stop and go. i cannot slowly roll because of the berlin wall to your life that i will crash into. i slip on a higher heel, one that will endanger my life because it will throw caution into my mind and allow me to ease into your presents but getting away from that is something i haven't quite mastered, and your goodbyes are something i cringe at hearing. i am beating myself up over feelings i cannot help but bare. truths that are scratching at me and i can't make them back down. words slicing my tongue that i cannot speak out loud for the fear of you tasting them in the wrong context and deeming them manufactured or hallmark and they will be irrelevant to your own emotion but very faithful to mine. i tell myself i am done. feeling idiotic and foolish but there is a much deeper tie to this than i can control. it is a entire connection to my mind, body and soul and stupid me, cannot cut loose. i realize that i should probably kiss our tomorrows goodbye, because i haven't had a today with you. but i can't help but want to put up a fight, a promise that i am determined and to make mockery of my drive would just fuel my desire to be apart in relation to your mind. not asking for all of your time, but i cannot not wash my hands nor clear my mind of you. tackling me in aspects that if i told you, you would believe untrue. a build up of anticipation, why am i still anticipating. call me crazy for i often feel i am. i am very distort and perhaps for the hour of the night that it is, i shouldn't be ranting about such powerful feelings but they wont let me sleep, lovely bullies i can only thank for encouraging me, but a punk drunk love feeling that has cascaded over me, may i offer you a glass?

Heart Beat Remix

chaotic. my heart is beating faster than light, a bully to my chest. lego heart, put the pieces back together. soft little heart, silly putty, mend it. tranquilizer, i just might need it. earring stud, wear my heart as a fashion statement. bow tie heart, place it where it could be elegant, match it with a murky day and allow everything to just be the way it is. dance to the beat of your heart and allow my heart beat to remix with yours. a perfect collaboration of amazement. you be my burger king. i'll be your dairy queen. together we can indulge in the greater things in life. heart beating delicious moments into my mind. allow my heart beat to beat them into yours. time after time, this beat grows stronger and as insane as it does make me, i cannot belittle it's stability. heart beat click matching the strut of my heel. a heart beat soundtrack to future movie reels.

Tis the Season to Get Naked

the summer heat comes at you like tiny grenades and you can't help but want to be apart of the blistering war zone. allow the rays to beat you down and surrender to the oasis. water droplets kiss your skin and sweet redemption's take control of your senses, you've developed a case of disposition, tis the season to get naked. eyes remain blinded as syrupy sweet time reflects off the water into your eyes, pupils enlarge to a serve case of mesmerization. sickly delicious tanned skin, turning a shade of carmel, tongues want to whip against such colour. bodies cradle the waters edge and everything beautiful is increased with a paradise like complex and a daylight saving that is like a hero to me.. crystal clear blue skies and nothing much but heat and sun to kill the time a perfect little escape with a timely hello and goodbye.

Screaming Affection, You've Effected Me

smeared across my insides it was more than just a timely connection. a span vaster than any ocean, and my little eyes could peek right into those moments you let me see that they are apart of you, tucked right inside your glorious persona. a moment i want to create so that you may harbour it there with the others and when craving a little ventalition you can turn in my direction. a passion as bright as stars that i cannot dim. you could ask but the love that has bubbled now sits on my skin and pumps from my heart into every part of me. uncomfortable, i do apologize. hence, the encryption of my feelings for you. a guard built, one i cannot break. i would love to charge at it and make it mine but how organic? ..would that be. not searching for hatred to rest upon your iris' so when they see me it reflects and daggers cut me. not forcing anything which way. simply standing with your character and promoting its efforts, your drive is impeccable and your screaming affection, you've effected me. creativity bursting with everything you do and telelvised people are glued to the tube, as if they are watching you. longing to be apart of your movement. a rise to the challenge, they rise to praise you, props and high five you a juicy time for presidential kisses, your life is a story that has to be written, a piece of art i'd love to hang on my wall, a timeless connection.

Soda Pop Lips

slurping into an eternity of forever and the fizz alone will snap you back to reality. a red lip to leave prints all over your senses and a quick soda can to contain sad secrets. allow time to slip away and throw caps into the stream, water under the bridge. remember everything and bottle whatever youd like, scribble of fountain drinks, and your name in a silly place and everything crazy seems to fizzle out and you cant handle the stories of the past because your living in the moment and the moment is now. time after time you then realize that everything is about to remember you some way some how, but you don't fret, raise your red. iconic, you're bionic and don't let them tell you any different. a reasoning of nothing and you aren't about too stoop to a level of whateverness to counter clock their togetherness, sun on your soda can, and your time is now, so sip life gently, second best thing for lips is smiling.. but forget that - lets kiss!

Kiss My Clothes Off

Misery look me in the eye and spark my desire. A constant urge to be elsewhere with certain company and you're nowhere to be found. In the elements of my technology, I find you very comforting. Easy to breathe and entirely astounding I wish I could tell you more. Your ears will not listen too me and sweet words would be ever so kind to fall upon your mind. From my mouth to yours, a kiss of imperfection that would scream perfection all laced with good intentions. I intend to kiss you a million times. Mocha memories and steamy scenes an intensity I didn't imagine, you saw the scene. I cannot be held accused of a wild imagination, not this time. Speak now or forget your peace a passion so fiery its melting me. You so flavorful and your brilliance is like sexy apparel, I want to wear you with my nylons and kiss under the stars until our clothes fall into the water.

Butterfly Bullies

monarch butterflies swarm a puddle as deep as a swimming pool. i'm standing there. the water is just above my waist. at first, i only peek at those butterflies. i don't dare touch. i look around but no movement. i don't want to make the water ripple and i don't want to touch the butterflies. i advert my eyes to a higher deck, the first floor of this boat filled but not filling. if the water is on purpose or not i'm not to worried about it. my eyes catch something i still can't make it out but seems like it's kind of smiling downward. overtime the foamy dream drips into my sleep and it kind of haunts me? at a certain moment in the dream my fingers pick up little pockets of water and i raise my arms way over my head like i'm waking up in the morning light and stretching of last nights slumber. when i do this, the water doesn't not seem effected, the butterflies still there in the water, motionless. it kicks me in the mind and i can't help but want to over analyze it, shake it, rip it into pieces and try to put it back together in a manner that would make a little more sense too me. i don't what it is. those butterflies, ultimate little faces i cant make out but their wings are fluttering against my skin in this invisible way that kind of makes me uneasy. a weird little notion i cant get over. a recurrence in my mind that i cant control. i don't know what it is, why it happens. an army of dead butterflies keeping me up. when i am asleep i am awake and when i am awake i am dreaming.

Crisp One Hundreds

Little bow ties made out of crisp one hundred dollar bills. Lightening bolt smiles and fabulous apparel that makes chandeliers appear dull. Delicious heels making legs look like killers in glitter. Stab me with this frenzy of sexy notions drawing my eyes to scenes of madness, bright lights allowing eyes to be shaded with blinders of wonderful mesh material. Sequin kisses hugging bodies in flamboyant ways. Gloss reflecting off plump lips itching for mouth to mouth contact. Revive life with a rock`n roll slam of guitars. Electric music zapping bodies. Head banging. Fist pumping. Teeth chattering with epic vibrations. Mangled bodies manhandling each other in sizzling ways adapting to each others movement in the fluorescent. Trigger fingers pulling at each others minds. Ideas expanding like red balloons. Mouth watering stares and a hunger so strong. Teeth exposed to the crowd, people wanting more. Clawing for all they’ve got. A strong might that people will savor. A desire like a drug so incriminating it releases your soul into a scene full of madness, pushing everything to the extreme. Plastic Barbie heels and I hope you're hot enough to keep the heat, don't let those dazzles melt away beauty queen.

Invisible Time

Fleeting heart jumping out of their chests and into uncharted territory. Many believe they were openly asking too be broken. Broken hearts, scattered across a sudden desert trench that once was lavish and full of life. We are all living to die. Breathing to stop. Racing against time is neither going to slow or speed up the process. Ghandi said it. Everything you do will be insignificant but it is very important that you do it. So young lovers with your swelling hearts and veterans of love. I encourage you too carry onward for love and enlighten you with expected hope that you will be okay. Everything has an ending but the beginning is important. Stay true to yourself and do not forfeit to the restriction of invisible time. Time is among it. And when we die and move onward wherever you believe you go, time will not stop. It will not stop for you nor I so why not give it a run for it's time. Make time yours. The time is now. Id take charge and stop letting it charge you around.

Glitter Foot

patches of wonder settle in the grass. magnificent pleasure washes over. glitter foot and an adventure unspoken of. pen to the paper but the ink is gone. ideas erupting at your eyes and you can see everything the way you wish. turning pieces into peace. path ways never ventured are now yours too claim. candies the colour of the sky awakening taste buds, you're alive. simple smiles land upon canine friends. pillow waterfalls and you feel at ease. windy days slicing into sunlight. polaroid smiles and you have no fret, no stress. restraint is thrown out the window. caution simply tucked away for another time another place. instinct heightening at your whole experience. love pricking your entire mind, casting disco feelings on your skin. party favours and a goody bag. surprise surprise, on a beautiful day. ice cube marks and a butterfly spot. tree tops sway to a song you had only heard in your heart. cobble stone ways taking you too mysterious places. a brand new day for you too mould. sleeves rolled, embrace it all or walk the other way. now or never, time will sweep this day away. standing taller then you have ever seen before. confidents radiant in all you do. glitter foot, you've put on the right pair of shoes. a decision made just because and look what it's done to you. nail polish highlighting your enchanting ways. semi automatic delights.

Mindful

rubber band wrapped around my mind. cutting off all circulation. funny tho, how i can still feel it's pulse. rapid mind running around, scattered brain yet content. fully aware of it's penetration. constant movement, never stopping. tilting my insides all different ways, leaving feelings casted upon my skin. hazy mind i can't always see straight. colourful mind, in high definition, black light reflects my imagination, a mind so vibrant it shakes your eyes. raw little mind with it's big big canvas, shouting whatever it wants. unpolished truths presented in direct ways, allowing the audience to doubt my manners. set flame too my mind, for i am on fire. born to be wild? i cannot censor my desire. dislike you may not want to be aware of, don't ask for my opinion if your only searching for me to say something you wish to hear. juicy membrane, like a library of everything. pieces of everything. all building up too who i am. don't understand me, i didn't think you would. only a limited few actually do. many do seem to try, others don't really care much but they are quick to turn eyes and spout words webbed with lies. cohesive people, keep trying to destroy my mind, for timeless it is and your time is now up. flavourful mind, won't you take a bite. sensual and alive. time after time and my mind still beats like a heart in my chest, this is no where near my feet yet i feel it's compression throughout all of me.

Rock. Paper. Stare.

your eyes have this thing about peeking into my soul. quakes of motions are sent right through me. morning light type sensations reflect my entire being. your words are like glitter casted upon my atmosphere, i breathe them in, so that i can shine within. colours begin to bubble and pop. starlight mixed with a neon haze, a life worthy temperament tilting me in your direction. fairy tale dreams broken apart with smacks of reality yet you are still you, not a figment of my imagination. laughing bodies begging for a funny. murky skies shed shadows on our faces and eyes playing games with eyes. rock, paper, stare. lips teasing one another, and emotions dripping off the sides. delicious questions pierce my mind and i can't help but want to probe your mind. tell me all the things you house in the temple of yourself so that i can take flight in your personal adventure, a starvation of the self, i'm hungry for all of you.

Sugar Fixation

lighter fluid lip gloss setting my whole body on fire. a celebratory stare, igniting your fire. sugar fixation your eyes slink across my canvas. temptations borderline on addictions. cravings swimming in the contours of my mind adapting to my stride. confident touch melting away the tick of time. lightening up personal atmospheres, yours and mind. goggly eyes making hearts strong, beat with lions pride. a reaction of membrane's setting the world on fire, one sequin at a time. fashionable magnet. you are a picture out of it's frame. a walking masterpiece with everything and your name. a drive like a sports car, your efforts are smooth. rev your imagination and i'll be sure to give you all of my time. a limitless encounter that is mine. stamp a mark into memory and hope you don't forget.. silly string vibes and a whole new season, with your entering like a new scene.

Designer Filth

a moment to proceed into redemption. solid amounts of energy consuming you from the inside out. eyes being pulled away from the future into something else.. beautiful liars speaking the truth and making hobbies of your pain. sharp moments blinded by a festival of chaos. gentlemen, not so gentle and women, so very unladylike concocting plans to menace around in the creases of time. chemicals made in the designer way, glitter and grease, making everything filthy sexy. respectful seconds stealing your breathe and a harbouring them on the top shelf, out of your reach. your racing against yourself. your dreams are being smothered by irreplaceable people. tiny voices dancing on your ear, causing deep deviance within. sober ideas in a drunken time. a frenzy of something much more substantial then you choose too believe.. separate your eyelashes pretty people and peek a little deeper then simple mascara massacres.

Distilled Vanity

Distilled vanity and all i want to do is yell obscenities, into your ears and out your pupils. Let the liquor purify your devil love and crave for murderous amounts of darkness. twisted tongues calling to each other and feverish banter reacting with sex appeal. delicious little moments you want to savour on the tip of your tongue. finger tips clawing for peace and everything ending in pieces. designer bullies beating the fashion into me. bleeding mistakes, i do not regret this scene in my life. disrupting comics for a starlight attitude. jewellery store fever and a wide imagination. kissing trouble and running with prolific sarcasm that you don't want to look back. eyes stabbing the present with juicy sensations. a mild attack on privacy, you cannot break this. newspaper moments and a whole journal of dreams fluffy as cake yet injected with just the right amount of poison. friendship swimming with connection and you can't help but take the plunge in too an addiction of character. a feeding frenzy you want too act on but with doubt able restraint, you shall sit restrained.. waiting.

Glove, Pout Combo

‎"Here abandoned in my fame,

Armageddon of the brain." - MJ

Caramelized Murders

Stabbing gummy bears thru their gummy hearts with licroice swords and candy canes. Quick somebody throw him a peach ring so that he may attempt and save their life. A sugary murder the colour of swedish berries and puckering lips wincing at the watermelon sting. Citrus chains enclosing icy brains and the sugar rush your bound to escape is going to make your teeth rot, chocolate dipped words melting on tongues and french kisses making bonbons last much longer than highschool sweethearts. hot lips kissing sour kids and cola bottles just as juicy. marshmallow visions clouding your appeal and a caramelized escape, soften.. gum ball battles and a heap of  lime ricky, begging for you to slow things down because he's been on a sugar high for .. well for .. forever now.

Jealous for your Cigarette.

Light you up. Place you between my lips. Allow your nicotine spirit to inhale to the very depths of my core. Exhale so you may breath and ideally return back too me. Cling to the sleeve of my leather jacket. Fit perfectly in my heart pocket. Kiss the collar that brushes my lips. Nicotine wisdom and a dose of perfection. Jealous for your cigarette. Spark my mind with curiosity, tease me with lingering sexuality that would make a beast out of me. Whisky battles, super size heart. Straw to your tongue sipping the very essence of me. Eyes wide shut and I can still see you clearly. A sober affair with all the intoxicated senses. Your nicotine words staining the inside of my mouth and I can help but want another puff. May it be the death of me, up in smoke with me, a hunger deep inside of me, no cure could get rid of me.