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...

ugh.

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

compass

my compass was broken...

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...

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...

fond farewell

you were just another beautiful charm on my bracelet, and

you sparkled, and yeah, you shined...

you made my heart unwind, and the records slow...

you struck my fancy, and told me how it was...

but, you know we can't go back for beginnings,

and we can't just redo ends...

but there is more to this life than i'm dreaming of...

and i'll say my goodbyes, and you'll send me off with a bitter taste in my mouth...i wish you'd fill it with the taste of yours...

and i'll take pictures and you'll make poses in front of the places where we drew our history...

and it's selfish, i know, to want you all to myself...to want to be the everything, the only one you need

to make sense of it all, and to talk about why we're here, and if it really makes sense, then we'd laugh it off, and play the parts we were meant to play...

what's the point of living if you can't live this one time with a smile?

what's the point of dying if you don't have anything to show...or prove...or lose...?

by the noose of this air, and the knives on these people's faces...this city wants me dead, so i'm leavin'...

i hope you'll be there to say a fond farewell...

poem

candlelight baths as we stared at eachother...

ripples don't dare disturb this calm sheath of private moonlight...

shine and irridescence across your smooth sun kissed skin...

your fingers do the walking and the talking and the teaching...

you stare at me with autumn gazes...i am enraptured...

breathing heavily now...time stands still...

the passion floats around us like bubbles...

touching, grazing, feeling, sliding, slipping, grabbing, and biting...

i close my eyes to take it all in...to feel the intensity as intensely as possible...

i awaken to a cold white abyss...the water is cold and dead now...and you won't even wash my back...