Pandemic of Swaying Minds

Smile wide with your gummy teeth. Sucker punch into your heart of glass. Emptiness in your paradise and full rewards of contemplating victories. Troublesome persona and a wide variety of toxins. Champagne eyes and teetering lips that kissed perspectives wide open and a closed mind that slapped them just as hard away.. as softly as they were presented. Avoiding and stirring up that butterfly affect and making motionless premonitions like action might actually be taken. Sugar coated words causing cavities in the spaces were thoughts bubble and morph into a desirable disease spreading quickly into bone marrow and making bodies shake. Malice dipped nemesis and a clue that just doesn't fit. Darkened rose petals falling to the floor and making everything actually seem alright. But crazier things have appeared different before and pupils have their way of dancing across canvases and illusions now bite your tongue for pure extinction of the skeletal injustice inhibiting in life and creating a pandemic of swaying minds.

Naked Lip Biting Sensibility

careless. raw. exotic. an addiction forming in the creases of your mind, you may not be aware of it until you suddenly crave the attention of that contact in moments when you shouldn't be thinking of such none sense. consumed. tantalizing. pleasure. toe tapping impatiences. lip bitting sensibility and the beat driving into your head, you cannot help but smile out loud. restless. anxious. yearning. clocks laughing at you. heart bitch slapping you. your mind and your heart will not align, never will they coincide , although once you've realized, you're no better off then the insanity you were already playing in. Naked lip biting sensibility. Beautiful and antagonizing reality. Memorable caresses and future bed time stories retold in a matter of messy hair and pillow talk. bitter sweet monarchy, reign over me.

Tendencies of Validating Truths

Distant memories of jaded intellect. A cast of pelleting heart beats staining murky red, impulsive, fingertips on moments that appear and reappear like the flash of a camera lens. Constant tendencies of validating truths and like the ocean is blue your emotions begin to change. Capsizing at the peak of pure intimacy allowing the tide to pull back any frequency of happiness. Yellow slants pursuing the hand of time and distorting any sense of control. Rippling throughout tundra of expanded expenses reeling in the course of tempted nerves. Highlighting insecurities and marked with the orange of awkward safety hazards. Green like the earth as moss sweeps into the creases of fear and aims right for plagiarism of the eyes that are now blinded with desire, fueled by an indigo flame that will no go out. Purple juices exfoliating priceless concoctions of imperial twists. Violet sunrises and smokey nights all falling into place, making space for what is to come. Future blemishes of cautious ideas and actions all reeking of belligerent smiles and eyes as deep as black holes housing secrets and lies. Umbrellas covering nothing and protection washed away, exposed. Scaly tricks now developing attachments to something sinkable, while your being sits aloof.. your mind is on an adventure of it's own.

Wayside Truths

cartoon dreams and radiant corrections of almighty fate that you might have escaped. destined for nothing and striving for everything. polished wisdom and interesting collaborations, a wicked style of perpetual actions. delicious moments of child-like realizations and different temptations into hell and more than willing attitudes to jump on the ship of beautiful hells. ballooning at the expectations of wayside truths and speeding heart attacks all waking up your senses with technicalities and twisted favouritism amounting into a heap of hyper time and interesting amazement toying with your ideas. throwing paint in your eyes so that you may see the world in a new shade. smiles melting into fascinating portraits of chemically satisfied visions.

Reality of Fantasy

lightening bolts of curiosity pinpointing exact moments of vast delight into souls of constant motion. the rush of promises secretly sounding with pure enlightenment as everything bond by security is now drunk off the obsessive reality of fantasy. shirley temple eyes garnished with remote penalties of flamboyant streamers bobbing with the integrity of energized bubbly running through veins and erupting into skies beyond us. vanity sensitizing atoms of democracy. beautiful intoxication capturing unsteady emotions and bottling them for whole sale to mass markets of emotionless creatures all embedded with unrealistic meditations. sources of forthcoming alliances all pushing rather unflattering rights of delightful hopes and chaos into directions of confident realty. ice cold depictions of colossal energy all racing at an unimaginable pace, but with eyes peels wide open anything possible is imaginable.

Pleasurable Subtleties

Pleasurable subtleties viciously dancing to the tragedy of tangible cravings. Revolution and freedom thrown out the window and now burns to the absence of it's professor. Murky ice cubes cooling the substance that harbors true identity. Moments of despair longing for repair in the gift shop of your life. Breaking down like cookies dunk in milk, this is no longer the happy ever sugar rush you were looking for. Twisting the knife and resolving accidents with novelty ideas of pure hatred that the whole scene is rather prolonged far too long than any rat race should really be.. curved to the elements of possibilities and constantly enjoying the persistent tide of fading sunlight on glorious times.

Stuck in a Loopy Addiction

Signs vibrant and enforcing misinterpreted in the most passionate ways. Incorrect disposition. Left now right, up now down. What is, really isn't. Lights keeping everything protected from actual speech. Advertisements knocking your cravings awake. The hint of that cologne you wore was rested on a strangers jacket and I couldn't help but breathe it in, let it become a piece of me. Heavy eyes shocked with pop up adds of your vacancies and I once felt you were alive but since its all about your internet opinions your random likes and activities bursting reality into my brain even tho our communication has withered away. Do you still smile, allow me to make it worth your wild. Busy body with a cloud over your head, still craving bewildered kisses, stuck in a loopy addiction. 

Half Empty Catastrophes

Catastrophes spilling over my lips. Even my silenced words I would love to process aloud, in your direction, have grown tiny teeth and now nibble on my mind. Pray tell? I can tell you nothing no longer for the incriminating things I imagined we could do have become solo acts by you solely and are being used against me. I am a hostage to the words you expressed to me and I will hold what you said in the corner there.. wondering of its expiration date, like the ticking time bomb of a everlasting gobbstopper. Questioning irony is clawing at the realistic breaking of hearts and that pit of my stomach becomes wave when images, memories of you stroll across my temples and lay softly in the hallows of my pupils. Everything goes on, organically. No restrictions have be bound to your obsolete embellishments on my life however, like crisp leaves fall from trees in the autumn sun I am waiting to hear you footsteps crunch them and for moments to be shared, anew.

A Case of Shaken, Not Stirred, Emotions

Neon flavored drama and a case of shaken, not stirred, emotions. Spiraling downward without looking back and biting lips in fear that your darkness may put out the light around you. Tightened breath stays enclosed to your heart in case your situated without any sort of oxygen to revive you. Glitter in your eyes emitting radiation so hot it sizzles against your iris' settling in the pit of your stomach waiting for your imagination to freeze over and lips begin to pout in order to save you from loud despair and the exact moment of utter temptation your beyond ready to take flight through the smog and into something fresh and reassuring without fully realizing that with unfinished business comes the constant pull of your entire being, to tie it together and end it with a kiss and a goodbye instead of distant memories and constant feelings. Locked inside a frame with a picture of something gold, oh God the glitter.

Coke Head

boredom seeping into the corners of my exposed membrane and an act of compulsion is attacking my entire being. absorbing whatever is left to the madness and mischief. delicate improper and damaged remarks are now syncing to possibilities of tomorrow. throwing into coke, you're coke head is not fizzing with ideas, and the rust is being washed away to a different place, taken away, you hope far but you can never really determine the destination of your demons. feeling floaty you liquidate your state and swim in the pool that you have now created with your mistakes. hopeless and endless you can't feel any pain because you've allowed it to become you. suffering to a point of even and their is no kilter to a breaking point due to your obsession with the poison. talking toxins and your just a mess, a Ferris wheel of wreckage, trap in the spinning of your troubles.

Machines of Hopelessness

Upsetting times in a revolution of empowering bodies which are building cities of destruction and machines of hopelessness. Tension seizing the moment and constrained with the laser beams. Silent chaotic passion toying with the experimental idea of reality colliding with colossal tendencies of compassion. Heavy hearts and melting minds all bubble wrapped in time. Juicy endeavors carving at emotions budding from the inside. Locks tightened on compartments filled with nothing but dark and blushing truths. Pulsating realism attacking fantasies that can slowly unfolding and revealing their timeless dedication to persona's beyond make believe. Morphed visions of freedom and everything once bound with honesty is unleashed.

Silly Putty People

a state i will not describe in crimson. something more of a blue shade, something royal and deep like sinking monarchy in the most deepest of oceans. a perpetual increase of swaying hearts all colliding and minds abandoned like a battle field, but still mother nature has not let her vision cast upon this open space, for she is nearly amused by the force of my atoms psychotically charging at one another, as if she's waiting for reality to step in. unless mother nature is a fool. unless she is bewildered by such murderous seen that she not only thrives off this sense of life, she whole hearty believes there to be nothing left. speeding physics of my persona all timelessly timed and stuck in concrete watching silly putty people take no notice in such efforts. heavy breathing, heart attacks, constantly attacked by self preserved screams all harbouring intuition and obscenities. a force of awkwardness straddling a whirlwind of sudden unawareness. casted in a crowd full of sparks and attraction that is no where near touching me. a whole revolution of i don't knows and fuming feelings now caught in the mud. dirty with frustration and you can't catch a glimpse of light because of the darkness. beating heart and all it's doing is breaking. upset and armed yet no where to fire without actually leaving a mark. a memory that seems so blank and cascaded so far away that i cannot catch it and release it back to you. something so fruitful and inspiring, cutting like a knife and hurting like warfare. beautiful encryptions urging you to remember, to feel something, to react, respond. can you hear me?

Shelved

Eyes stabbing at eyes trying to pry into the corners of my mind. Stares slicing at the reflection and convincing that I will spill all that has been shelved within me. Eyes blinking steadily, waiting to pounce on the contents linked to pieces of me. Reflecting memories and grasping opportunities, avoiding the under tow of my mind. Racing ideas swarming erupting feelings that shall remain quickly motionless. Fruit punch power and jump start to anything private. Mirrored armor semi-protecting precious quarrels within my character.

Salted Moon

salted moon and the raindrops taste like tears. velvet regrets and studded promises. sloppy encouragement and a pocket full of hope. bedazzled warfare and I'm signing my name on the line with the clear vision of false imprisonment but what the hell. out on a the ledge i mine as well take the plunge. frenzy of pandemic appeal absorbing pieces of me slowly and with faint recollection of yesterday all we have is tomorrow. blazing sun and all he feels is darkness. laser beam appeal but all we have is sticks and stones and all I've got is this right here. these words. i shall go and that will happen, do not think it won't, but when i do please do remember that you will have a piece of me. right here in the contents of my written, contents that you can string together in any which way you would like, this is something to me but it can be anything you want it to be.. does it make you think, feel or even contemplate something? seeking a reaction, react. this is entirely everything to me and nothing to you but i have a feeling this could be much more to you than you and i think.

A Taste like Fire

empty bottles littering surrounding party minds and habitants which once occupied such relevant sound is now muffled by such drunken appraisal. high heel weapons and purses with contents of love and other drugs. skipping stones off broken records and the glass half full now filling with over exposed skin and lip stick smeared from heat of the moment passion. nail polish chipping with all the feverish motion attracting lips to lips and thoughts to thoughts all agreeing in occurrence without words everything in sync and understandable. pearls strung in the trees and jeans ripped all over allowing you to see pieces of everything. hearts broken but tonight mended together with whiskey ideas and caesar minds. salty apparel and cigarette fumes all contributing to a massive party scene meshed with ice cubes and glitter. flask filled with secrets and tonight you will spill them out to whomever is around and with a clock ticking off beat you are awoken to your feet and ready to stay mesmerized, trouble pressing against your time and nodding assurance that what you are about to do it just fine, sweetly laced with passion and speedy rabbit minds all swimming in a pool of fun. goldfish lips and sunglasses which mirror your devotion. a wild premonition waking you up with raindrops of forever and a taste like fire.

Velvet Velocity

A tiny scar marking a past incision, an overdose once filled with sunlight and moon dust. Boots worth dancing in. Attitudes worth cushion of such tantalizing promises. Magnify glass capable of dodging emotions and blending citrus with anger. Teeth exposed to the world like weapons. Strangers applauding false courage and everything beautiful now wasted and decaying all sense of pride. Drowning in kool aid, summer bliss wrapped tight for a hope of its lingering presents in the winter days. A capsule of togetherness blown to pieces only housing complications and drama for all time. Cherry blossoms struck with lightening allowing potent illusions to cloud minds of velvet velocity. Whispers of empty tributes bombarding lucid tales of strength to break through hearts and collapse lungs on a voyage of brutal redemption.

The Emerald City Turned to Coal

dark and deceptive. there once was a light that held promise and inspired hearts to beat rapidly with the affection and attraction to one another. now that very same light, that light once fueled by compassion is slicing me up. cutting at my mind and punching my soul. a light that once warmed me does not have the same effect on my cold bones. this light now shines upon me and reveals all my imperfections. all my gifts are blown apart and nothing great is worth greatness anymore and something once so strong, with a drive so smooth is forcing me to crash land along rocks and lay casted away on a beach filled with jagged rocks aimed at my limbs so that i can no longer wallow in my thoughts. false hope once wrapped so pretty now enveloping in tragic pains shootings in my atmosphere as if following the yellow brick road that somewhere down the block turned to a murky brown but you never really noticed until the emerald city was coal and the wizard was nothing but a witch in disguise. a bullet in my coffin and the pitter-patter that drums in my ears is the misfiring of my heart. lacey tragedies are suffocating me and all that seemed fair was lost in transition. love and war a battlefield of emotions and touches that all sent miscommunication to my identity. heart ship has sailed and anything relevant is now irrelevant because things have been so misread. flat lining and mesmerized by such astounding actions and sugar coated cavities that have embedded themselves within the walls of my heart, rippling throughout my entire being.

I Like Like Like Your Ways

i like the way your crooked teeth make your smile perfect. i like the way your sleepy eyes look at me with such intensity. i like the way your mocha skin even on the coldest of days appears warm to touch. i like the way your stress sits on the crease of your noise but when you have a moment of sudden relief your entire being is uplifted. i like the way your shoulders are cut in the most sharpest of lines and when you pull your leather jacket on they are perfect with your cheek bones. i like the way you don't notice the buttons undone on your shirt and how your eyes can run perfectly up and down my body creating a butterfly flutter throughout all of me, a glittery taste in my mouth. i like the way you carry yourself and the way your jeans hug you like a girlfriend. i like the way your words can kiss my ears and how your hand fits in the small of my back. i like how your fingers can interlock with mine and as if we are setting off fireworks it all happens effortlessly, like puzzle pieces coming together. i like how you like things that i don't like and how we like similar things. i like your honesty and sense of humour. i like your drive and your constant ambition. i like your lips and how they make me crave mistletoe in the heat of summer. i like your character and the way you talk with your hands when you've thought of something suddenly brilliant. i like the way your mind is always racing while your always racing in mine. i like the way you know i like your ways and protest in the modest of ways. i like everything about you.

We're Sipping On Life

contemporary sabotage building up to a climax of unforgettable moments. jet legged membrane yet you've been grounded the entire time. whispered compliments raging quick upsets and a twisted notion that something better will happen. glasses full and words cling to the inside of your cheek as if requesting yourself permission to speak. dazzling sunglasses not keeping any sunlight out but keeping your face a blur to the real world. candy coated IQ an a unstable point of view causing everything to stop. stillness in the certainty with the harshness in the complexity that what's meant to be is not carbon copied. sugar veins and a blue flame sparking excitement into your stride. walking around with racing thoughts, minds burning with anticipation. a date we could easily masquerade but keep strong. juicy habits increasingly shaking up our worlds like dirty martini's, a toast to me and a toast to you. alas, we're sipping on life.

Accessories for Murder

lopsided interference and we're celebrating Halloween on Christmas. kids adapted to pretend, interested in tattooed attitude. red stained pouts and electric guitar frequency striking hype into hearts. jail bird apparel and accessories for murder. the right to bare arms, strike that. bare it all. airplane strength taking shots of jet fuel. breaking everything into pieces and putting it together in a timely manner. crispy words and sharp cocktails covered up with denim warfare. lace and flesh, the perfect mesh of coincidental makeup. attraction to reality living in the dream with a empowering mentality. weigh side shadows and raindrops dancing on the borderline of interaction.