about time to leave

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 04:38:08 GMT

inviting yourself softly over the phone
showing up almost unannounced
you came overshadowed in green
some dirty shoes and empty cheeks
in winter you came around
always asking the same old things
you came overexposed in yellow
some distant afterglow
in many summers past
never finding your fill
you came overdressed in red
some victimless friend
you came undone
falling into oblivion

you're it

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 01:45:19 GMT

no scores or teams like it was before
like it will be in the end without meaning
there is no escaping that sinking feeling

meet me later and we'll play
before class after lunch
in the gym by the doors
on the sidewalk by the trees
on the asphalt by the wall
in the hallway there they stood
empty faces and empty hearts
on the court by the slide
at the benches on the hill
in the fields on the grass
running scared running fast
meet me later and we'll play

healing eyes

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 23:46:05 GMT

willing to adapt to save myself
what you see is what you want
a bag of Better Made potato chips and a wet paper plate
motivated yes a decade of difference
second quickest to the mouth

with empty ears and a long tongue
fear to the gills you spit like teeth clamped
gums glued and rubber stamped, express
yes sir you can sure cut too, the deepest
the antiseptic white is smooth
more impressed than hurt let me tell you
like blind art and dirty little thieves never
learning to leave a mark worth having

willing to adapt to save yourself
what you want is what you see
a million frozen lakes and a plastic bag symphony
fearful no a difference a decade makes
second quickest to the mouth

in empty ears and broken hygiene
bitter to the cheeks you bit at the seams
teeth yellowed and bloody i confess
yes sir you can sure cut too, the cleanest
that antiseptic white in you
more impressed than hurt i breathe deep

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 02:43:21 GMT

your worst fears are mine too
idly throwing peels seems less likely
in each new assumption a stitch is born
feeling stuck in my eyes took a-hold of me
catching fireflies these smiles are mine
in passing in subways in stores inside of me
can't drag a bottomless ocean
can't change yourself much less the stars

emptied in the backseat falling asleep
is there time left to catch a show
is there time left to eat
how many miles to go minute to minutes
i have patients wrapped around my wrist
pulling at my fingertips all the way home

your worst fears are mine too
blatantly spreading bad ideas
in every one room apartment there's no escape
feeling stole in my shoes taken by time
catching fireflies these horns can't be mine
in passing in streets in halls inside of me
can't pass up a good thing
can't change yourself much less a dream

first to throw

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 19:26:50 GMT

stones
in the night worried you can't sleep
you fish bowl pressing your face to insecurity
hands look dangerous and soft
the actions changed but the sounds the same
can't chew your tongue completely off
gotta give up that glass house
heavy fists and broken dreams
lead the way back
full of breadcrumbs in the night
you'd been caught with fistfuls

apples

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 19:05:16 GMT

waiting for an arrow with your eyes sewn shut
you dig, you dig deep enough
searching for that ultimate cover underground
using every inch of touch

holding on to that loud noise
you feel that fold off
using your teeth like a grindstone
you choose not to talk

in attics they once said in stones
i might be confused but you seem angry
this really isn't happening
dirty words spread across my bones

weak with envy hands shake
fingers quiver under the stress
on a holiday i am getting tired
of holding my breath

keeps me spinning back to fists
haven't seen a moth since this spring
with a light like this
no excuses can't catch a god damn thing

grownslugs

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 13:51:16 GMT

in my worst dreams a personal shopper
with ugly teeth a self righteous spell and speak
i've got lines on the mind wondering why
complications, when you leave i wait and stare
i wait i wait and see
out of body out shaking my legs this time
standing up against a wall ready to
strike a pose like a box full of matches
i burn i burn and scream
some dirty rat some self righteous spell and speak
you've got me spinning in my seat
you've got me standing still thinking
you've got nothing on me
chalked up to that talk being cheap

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 01:49:09 GMT

i feel uneasy when i miss
my ribs from school and you
golden stairs i never saw
but everything is misunderstood
my apathy has turned into
a standstill i can't stand
i feel unsteady when i miss
my dreams and sleepy eyes
better than me i know its true
but everything is misunderstood
my stomach feels empty
my ribs from school and you

cold blooded

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 18:15:28 GMT

with his perfect one song soundtrack he makes you move
your bodies like snow that makes your mind weak
cute is a relative term been more concerned about points
no blood stain could keep me from changing, seats

i smell ammonia i smell bleach
we're all a dead laughed at surprise party
temple grounds with slaughterhouse sounds
i cant help but keep it to myself
all the tricks all the traps i've found myself sick
i smell ammonia i smell bleach
it's hard to distinguish the calm and storm
over exposed and confused
even without this suit i've kept my teeth

but its for that sound that feeling
for some twisted exercise
a new morning has come
a new morning of hope

everyday is a

Thu, 23 Apr 2009 16:57:25 GMT

you seem bitter at the fact you've been wasting time
voluntarily institutionalized

he said to me it would be a tireless act
so i gain my education through these hitching thumbs
i am not myself i am not my past
a couple of fast track papers all you've become

s-t-a-t-u-s

i am, i am sad. we do not seem to know each other
anymore anymore than we used to
but still i feel attached i feel connected to some part
of you, you must've felt like that

all of you would seem reckless, the best of fun
but now i am the only one to nurture my subversive acts
thanks for the listen and planetarium visits
but for the best this is a war of attrition

hots

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 23:29:45 GMT

was this a dream or did she say to me
something something something steaks
spitting skin from my bottom lip
done pretending to sleep i wake

i'm just a sperm howling and i know
i will be peeling this dead skin for weeks
wavering for days i stop in the flames
pressing hard not to forget i'm feeling
i'm feeling, less and less i see of you

.i am scared for life

bit by bit i pull up from my scattered face
bit by bit, bit by bit, bit by bit
was this all a dream or did she say to me
something something something stinks
spilling guts all over my queen
done pretending with eyes wide shut

i'm just a sperm howling and i know
i will be keeping myself up at night
i'm just a sperm howling and i know
bit by bit, bit by bit aint shit
bit by bit, bit by bit

.i am scared for life

one hand all fingers

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 04:17:59 GMT

destroyed you, in an empty field
littered along with circuitry you slept
leaving you friendless made me feel
ashamed but then again we've all been used
counting on wet coal to carry me through
leaning on broken stoves to light the way
across old piano keys waiting to collect
dusty broken fingers our equivalent exchange
I left just as you did

destroyed you, in an empty field
left alone with scattered parts you stole
destroyed you, in an empty field
littered along with circuitry you slept
all alone in a room filled with dust
it becomes a mystery when you're gone
destroyed you, in a empty room
again and again over and over again
destroyed you, in an empty head

Tue, 17 Feb 2009 16:03:24 GMT

i wish i could steal from you going unnoticed
been home for too long to be like i told you so
so interested in less i regress paying my way almost everywhere
i wish i could feel like you accepting such shit falls

a better hand could of reached to tear at your strings
making me worry about the weather cause you couldn't see
i was trying my hardest not to talk about you and me

deserting you against yours with such familiar traits
an infecting environment built on frozen steps
it was less than heroic to change your face

will you

Mon, 05 Jan 2009 21:10:19 GMT

eyes water mouth wide yawn
stretching every cotton seam
reaching up or out to grip
a forgetful surrounding scene
she can't but remembers fast
past noon fastened slow
some assembly required
if you're missing control
we're dead in the back
race the physics of soft
nothing is left but last

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 20:11:23 GMT

a future first under snow
i miss those legs stripped of skin
locked in place the work of ghosts shoulder stood
shake and shine breathless bit contortionist
empty work shirts collecting dead skin
ready worn feet cant recall what matters
caught thinking about my missing teeth
waiting to rot in this snow corpsed i tow dust

i dream of being a vagabond

Tue, 23 Dec 2008 15:31:21 GMT

i knew you'd always look good with long hair
such big cheeks
all counts on this next active reload
you're mine dirty n worn blue screams

in my higher learning i've seen educators as children
in my venture across baron lands carpet bagging along
i've broke down for nostalgia and ruined eggs
i've broke up anything just to practice my sleight of hand

i have had two days behind a closed door and shaded windows, wondering
caught up in too much shade, i've neglected so much.

i knew you'd always look good
built just yesterday
all counts on this next active reload
you're mine dirty syntax n broken blue dreams

Sat, 13 Dec 2008 20:36:57 GMT

a project of swallowed ash
slender she was slender yes
she coward beneath her own shadow
control i really lost

thinaer

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 18:11:30 GMT

sinus pressure worsening, ground up halls in a straw
my next attempts will surely be more severe
considering all outlooks fucking moons gone cynical
unable to breathedeep with such mortality

the balance swings on a kite string pulling me
straight injected menthol couldn't reach me
in full bass climbing up the walls
couldn't touch the ceiling

sinus pressure nears deaf, diluted salt bumps blow me up
my last attempts were no where near effective enough
considering all science fucking moons gone cynical
unable to breathedeep with such dead cogery

an oldie

Wed, 26 Nov 2008 00:34:50 GMT

I remember losing my lighter and you
your innocence
on that couch
that sits in the basement
disorderly behavior ramparts in rooms
hiding and looking for clues
always ending up confronting you
it was all so disposable that lighter and you

Fri, 21 Nov 2008 03:07:21 GMT

now you've ate were we shit

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 23:00:18 GMT

flame eater how you're so naive
pulsating wincing through the struggle and gain
how's the rungs and ladder steps
how's the burning bush and not so cunning cleft
bird beaked crows feet
it never felt so good
i bet to get
your eyes pecked, red

i've seen fire spinning gypsies play
turning opened and spinning reckless
i've seen fire spinning gypsies
and your nothing but ash on its way out

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 05:51:51 GMT

hit a dear tonight.

Unsavory

Thu, 16 Oct 2008 03:25:36 GMT

getting hard to believe those thrashing arms
spider bites i once had removed
torn down my front hooded and skinned
peeling my face in the morning and night
getting harder to believe in these fresh scars
boredom strikes like a match
coming on strong as release me
with the slip of rubber and spit
coming around the bend once and once again

the need to tear someone apart

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 18:51:34 GMT

gone again in an open field walking barefoot
will i ever learn the darkness
will my grace overcome just once
will i ever tell the truth to you
gone again in his one sided open ended conversation
talking to himself again wanting my help
he can't listen he can't respect what i've become

i'll let my feelings live on their own
to stop the strangle of glass and flame
scare away the quiet and aloof
eating my humble pie i feel so ashamed

monster for monster we piss all over this house
looking for strength around my neck and finger
i collapse like tarnished lungs
monster you're running out of time and hiding spots

across an empty house i dream
across an empty field i try not to cry
gone again barefoot probably
gone again never lost enough
was this new cut worth the destruct

i only got two hands and half a head

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 03:28:51 GMT

found damaged black and white
broken screams relentless shakes

i saw me from tomorrow tonight
we're our only angels
coming tomorrow leaving today

what we do sets the tone
what we do again's a habit
and there's a day we once haven't

there will always be another
sunshine to leave you struck

i met the devil with weakness
gave-in to two closed eyes
struck the fire to get me sick
but was i ever supposed to feel so alive

will my brother find his heart
or will our veins keep us strong
will these teeth find blood

with ill attempts a monster grows
and what if your beds no longer comfortable