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  • Jul 2, 2014

    last straw for a last game

    drifting through your eyes
    sea of deep, mismatched feelings
    holding your back
    touching your lips

    we kiss, i hold onto things
    frolic in these thoughts of shouldn’t
    i try, but still use words like “might”

    i don’t mind abuse, it shows i’m human too
    i realize flaws, but loathe never comes through
    i dim the lights only because i’m numb to bright
    i freak and leave myself unconscious
    wondering one day if i’ll be able to hold him?

    but when the lights dim, it tells me otherwise
    i think in my last life i might’ve been a bad guy
    that karma’s a bitch, but then again
    i no longer flinch at your name
    and my last straw was your last game

    years from now, i wonder if i’ll look back
    be able to match your eyes with your name
    but lastly, if the blame will still lie within myself

  • Jul 2, 2014

    something I really like about your style is that it just reads like it was meant to be said aloud

    thank you! most of my pieces are conversations i’ve had and i tend to overanazlye situations and dissect every word… so that’s probably what it is. 🙂

  • Jul 1, 2014

    started with a kiss

    the stained lips
    your coke and smokes
    i can cry on cue
    best be known i’ll murder you

    under the hue
    i look for blues, ways i can soothe
    how i can revenge fuck you
    how the knife will strike and you’ll never think twice

    hands on your hips as i kiss your neck
    whisper in your ear, “i can smell your fear”
    the days when “we’re” meant “you”
    how my eyes thought you were a prize
    and how you looked at your friends and said, “this ones a good guy”

    all too well, but it rolled around
    this time i’ll keep your head on a shelf
    people will ask, but i’ll never tell
    just us — two birds that fell to hell
    and the day your scent lost its smell

  • Jun 30, 2014

    I like your style. Are you full time poet? Or dyou just use it as an outlet? For your sanity?

    thank you – basically sanity. i write to see situations in different aspects.

  • Jun 30, 2014

    truth

    playing with satan as you roll with jesus
    i fuck around, but you sleep with him
    your light stays dim as my fire burns bright
    i seethe the night while you wish for light

    your white begins to tarnish, my black strays from clear
    my demons fly near, yet you try to steer clear
    your fright, my dear
    i’ve seen flies cry and mice bite, but never snakes die
    especially from words that contrite

    with time – you’ll see, you’ll understand
    the meaning behind my eyes
    the reason i bet with sevens
    why i think the heavens are words instead of an essence
    the beauty of hell and the way i kill

    life seems steep, it becomes weak on your knees
    we see, we plead, we ask for things we don’t need
    but my demons run free while yours think twice
    i roll my dice, but your chance comes with fright

    i never thought twice, never asked why
    when you know, you know
    when there’s glow, you know
    there’s no hue, the blue doesn’t compute
    all your answers come true and life at last
    becomes your truth

  • Jun 29, 2014

    destiny

    sip my whiskey—
    out of my mind, leave a message

    i know these things happen
    but your presence, i have a confession
    i never asked and i bet with sevens
    i think back to days at eleven
    a kiss and bliss, the bits — the memories
    i’ve lived plenty and i can tell you life is scary
    but regardless, every memory
    every thought and accessory
    these things burn like gasoline in your veins
    and kill like knives to the brain
    i know life is insane, but feeling this way
    i blame myself and not you and under the blue
    i always knew i’d never kill you, that it would be me all along
    and that we probably never belonged
    but all the consistencies and coincidences were built as if this were destiny
    so if you ask me, moments like this were clearly transparent
    and chance never played the game – everything was preordained

  • Jun 28, 2014

    three lines for a soul

    every relationship comes with a flame
    but wick lengths vary
    and sudden showers can dwindle the flicker

  • Jun 27, 2014

    in the sunset tower

    clock strikes nine
    thoughts set in
    bad and go, this and to
    lights go dim
    looking up, tall and grim
    stroke your brain
    your phantom limb couldn’t sustain
    cut your vain
    your champagne, your limelight name
    all rather handsome
    but i’ve already been held for ransom
    and i can’t fathom a life without passion
    come back from your mansion when the absence kills
    and you can answer my question, “have you finally found it?”

  • Jun 26, 2014

    choked

    his eyes spoke
    the way he looked, the way he said it’s alright
    i’m ready to die
    thoughts are heavy, yet he was ready

    tangled hair and twenty
    his hands were steady, he never knew scared
    feet on chair — he was prepared
    in a moment so small his reflection told all
    not a single tear

    one foot, a tingle, balanced on a toe
    a smile, lets go
    begins to choke
    but before he had the chance to say, “this is how life goes”

  • Jun 26, 2014

    lunch with my ex

    i’m free like the birds and the wind and the rocks in my whiskey
    sat there, frolicked in our memories
    you never needed me, unpleasing but our conversation brought easing
    asked you everything, my mind – all the lines

    surgery, the cancer all the thoughts i perceived
    i believed plenty, squeezed tightly
    always knew the end would bring lightning
    that the fires would consume me

    under the maple tree, always thought
    always fought with demons that resembled you
    the blue, the dark, colors of the eve
    wipe my tears with my sleeve
    ask myself why you never needed me

    but time flies and i shouldn’t cry in my prime
    especially about things that aren’t mine
    i flip my dime, always a fucking why
    the war in my mind, the thoughts confined

    but we sit down for lunch, talk about moments
    that maybe we were supposed to meet and in the future, once again
    “in the future when the idea of relationship sounds pleasing”
    we agreed, then maybe you’ll need me
    but maybe i won’t need you
    i’ll look at the blue, laugh and agree
    i said i would’ve loved you as an amputee
    but life at sea, i can’t wait for you to need me

    how i mentioned the cemetery – dark crystal
    you smile, “that’s right, we never saw that”
    but i hold my bat like you held your baton
    how i laid at dawn and all those times i sat past gone

    you tell me about your recent ex
    asked if it was just me?
    tell me it wasn’t and apologize profusely
    i know you feel awful, but you only have half the knowledge

    broken promises and broken wine glasses
    again about moments, how i sat frozen
    you said, “i’m here” and i just sat and said, “i know”
    but i miss looking at you so let me take this
    “you know how i always loved to sit and watch you”

    your scent, your smell still lingers hours later
    now i’m in the amphitheater telling you about the water
    how days got hotter and hotter and how there was never snow
    a dollar for every time i smiled and said, “i know”

    yet words can’t come and now everything’s a hum
    but he tells me i’m with my emotions and i know he’s not
    that i was caught and at the time life was shot
    i agree, i can see – i understand

    but at the end, the car we stand
    i hand him a few dvds, a smile in return
    i look up, say a few words and set my bat
    “–but more importantly, you taught me i can love someone else a whole lot more than i love myself, so i wanted to thank you for that”

    and as he drives away, i think back and agree
    i would have loved him as an amputee

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