one time

unspeakable unbreakable simply

the silence dripping from the death gripped fingers of my wilted yesterday speaks to me

speaks loud volumes in an unending code of repressed solitude

creeping past neurons and synaptic clefts to reach the very core of my insanely loud medulla ob long gotcha

i break into pieces the piece of me worth seeing so that i may save a slice of heaven for myself

the secret selfishness dances from my forked tongue as i rejoice in my duties as this person i have created

does it really take a mirror to read the words etched deeply within my epithelial maze of selections

the offering i carve deeply into my crimson streaked tears silently screams to be loved

we all silently scream to be loved

tracing the root of this problem i have probed and been probed and witnessed probe like displays

all in search of the divine

wishing to be bestowed upon our scaly fingers the answer, for there is only one question and I search for the person who longs to answer the question

that

i will only ask once

Jealousy has no place here

Plagued, with the knowledge of love upon my lips

Sweetened, with the tears of being broken and the scars of healing

Twisted, from the many times my skin bore chills from fingertips dripped with intentions

Spent, from the days that turned into nights much too fast for comfort

I am caught in this whirlwind of searching for some inevitable collision. It's holiday time again, and it literally seems like just a few short months ago since last seasons greetings. I miss simplicity, but I revel in the newfound glory of being a complicated being. I find encouragement in friendly faces and this is such a welcome relief to constant friction. I enjoy traces of you still found beneath my nails, but I also enjoy quiet moments learning new landscapes. I will no longer be pushed into finding some place to actually fit, I am and have been where I choose to be.

Sometimes kinda love

You give me the kinda love I desire.... sometimes
And on those times you strip.... me..... raw
you play with my bones... and I... your... bone
I tickle my tastebuds with temptation.... with your penetration
it... fills me, unfulfilled
Taking your love in my hand and.... slowly... caressing it.....
I make it grow....
until your full... of.... it
and I am left hungry
Never sated, always teased but you al...ways please baby....
and that.... is your claim to fame
Play with me gently.... but love me....
fuck me hard and.....
maybe.....
I wont notice......
Your love is a sometimes kinda love.
And tomorrow you won't have the time.

dream

In my dream I climbed on top of you ... just to discover your skin
I walked across the room just to walk back to you again

Doin it

i skidded and scraped and danced all over your memory yesterday
its all im sayin
i crossed and chewed and played the games today
but im still prayin
youve been my guilty pleasure way too many days gone by
time to be movin on
you tasted so sweet in the rain that day
groovin to love songs
grass stains on my jeans make me see jesus all over again
you broke it all in two
complicated good bye in my fucked up ode to you
i never did doin it like i did doin it with you

Beautiful rest

I'm discovering the little things... in you
such sweet relief to slow it down, just be
share space, time and good feeling

I begin to relax when the demand isn't so great
when you smile so sweet and take it so easy
touch my hand and break it to me

I still feel the flutters but they're not so scary
my hearts been broken but it seems so forgiving
guide me gently and i'll come willing

the future is untold but that doesn't scare me, anymore

Thank you

Thank you for showing me that no matter how many times a heart breaks, it can still love again.