Sep 23, 2005

squirm.

puke puke puke...

split pea soup...

shit on your boot...

sunny side up...

piss in a cup...

show a little love...

for paper cuts...

in all the wrong places...

and blood on our faces...

hair in all spaces...

like in your teeth...

and snakes in your sheets...

turd in your punch bowl...

blood by the mouth full...

shit on by a seagull...

spiders with needles for legs...

itches that stay for days...

dogs licking your face...

after they've licked their ass...

and how your uncle rob...

loves to pass gas...

rats in your cereal...

make you epitherial...

ticks behind your ear...

make you live in fear...

don't be grossed out...

that's not what this rhyme is about...

it's to make you squirmy...

and make you realize firmly...

that you're a chicken shit...

Sep 20, 2005

ugh.

i feel as though i'll never heal from the heartaches of my past.

Sep 9, 2005

compass

my compass was broken...

Sep 4, 2005

titanic.

i wish i was with you at the bottom of the sea...

there would be long flowing staircases, elegant dinner settings, you, and i, and we...

i'd use your myth of strength and unsinkability as my own...

but eventually my defects and flaw shall be surfaced and known...

OH!, titanic, how i wish i was resting the peaceful rest with you below...

people would try to recover me, but how close to the abyss are they really willing to go?...

for you and i, my dear titanic, hold our secrets within unpenetrable walls, and my sweet unsinkable, for us the ocean calls...

dear titanic, do not fear, do not be sad...

there are still so many adventures yet to be had...

icy waters surround us, and memories still haunt the corridors of our hearts...

Sep 3, 2005

treasure

how does one know when they've found the ultimate treasure?...because i don't think that they start off sparkling and shiny...you have to really work to see a treasure for what it's worth...much like people...