Maybe we had time

to finish the unfinished.

We left a messy scene. Nobody seemed to notice.

Wiping the blood from my hands.

You have no reason to be scared. I’ll hold you, we will be okay.

We’ll pretend it was any ordinary day.

They say there’s no such thing as a perfect crime.

But I beg to differ this time.

We dumped the body off

In 3 deep feet of mud.

We covered it with leaves

We did not hide the blood.

And when sirens start to sound, We’ll disappear and not be found.

Running from the law,

Running from their hounds.

We have no place here anyway, come, let’s go now.

We have no time to stay

There’s No reason anyhow.

Partners in crime, and murderous ones at that.

We disappear into the night, wings spread wide like bats.

12/5/10

10 September 2010

Sickly Spinning.
Peeling out of my skin.
The comfort it had long provided
was wearing thin.
We have this mutual
Expression of Amazement
Feeling of being lost
With no direction to turn.
Uncertainly insane
I start to feel deranged. . .
What else am I missing
when we are kissing?

I want to love you, but I feel like the "glue". . .
All of your problems stick to me
After they bounce off of you.

I feel like I should know you better by now,
But it blows my mind
Every time.
Every time you do the same things,
I'm left feeling like
I'm the only addiction
that would be easy for you
To
Break. . .

26 July 2010

Products of a Monster; We don't know who we are. . .
We are
Walking skeletons that no one sees
-Everyone notices-
Overworked slaves that no one feeds
-We are not hungry-
We are
Murder victims undetected.
Gaping wounds completely infected.
-No alcohol applied-
We walk
Ourselves through hell deliberately.
-We have no personality-
We get what we deserve
-Never any better-
Suicide through Mental Words.
A voice inside tells Right and Wrong.

The monster consumes us until we are gone.
We walk together.
-Stand alone-
We have no place to call home.
We hurt- We heal-
We cannot feel.
Always good, but not good enough.
Our lack of sensation makes us

"Tough".

19 June, 2010

Memories I keep
buried in the dirt.
Hidden under leaves
to keep away the hurt.
Every time I leave,
Something goes wrong.
The leaves blow around
and reveal their hidden song.

Unstable and Uncomfortable
-Stepping on your toes-
Trying to act quietly,
but then the wind blows.
It blows you off your feet and
it absorbs the blame.
Unstable and Uncomfortable
Forever untamed.

These thoughts that echo in
the chambers of your mind-
They hurt you subliminally--
A movie that you cannot rewind.
Stability is impossible-seeming.
Finding the truth is harder.
Shivering uncomfortably
You will fall within yourself
as the world falls down around you.

Your loved ones cry and
you don't realize
how you're hurting more than yourself.
The cycle continues.

Unstable and Uncomfortable
I bury these thoughts within.
They swirl under the dirt
Colors changing
Colors changing
My only addiction is
My very best friend.

"J."

A million miles is
a trillion footsteps is
a division;
Schism
Between friends.
Between
Penguins in
Hot, Hot Deserts
Together until the very end.
I have a friend
That nothing can replace.
Even when the distance came
to keep us away ,
We held tight wing to wing
and still stand strong today.

6/5/10

4/21/10

Can you hear that?
You know the sound.
You can't put a finger on it, but you're
looking around. . .
For the source of the force
that can never be found
'Cause it's inside of me-
getting stronger with the beat coming from the underground.
It's a monster that's inside
Escaped from the confines
of my mind
Getting stronger every time I write.

Poet with powerful light
Pen that's full of fight
And paper with razor-sharp teeth, ready to bite.

I stomp the earth with the force of a dinosaur
Scaring fear into a hole with the powerful
ROAR!
When I write, trees collapse under incredible earthquakes
and fucking tornadoes cry and shake
with the feeling of terror, and I put everyone in danger
Until I've got to
STOP
'cause I'm running out of paper.

3/11/10

She's sitting on your brain,
but you can't remember her.
She's on the tip of your tongue,
But you can't taste Her.
She's belonged to everybody-- been on everybody's mind;
But all she ever thought was,
"I wish you were mine."
You never noticed her-
-In the back-
-In all black.-
She was far too different from you
You couldn't feel her fingers on your back
But she felt you-
Thought about you all the time.

1/9/10

Complete disregard for the people around me.
Chop them up into a pile; let their blood surround me.
because I have no desire
and I feel no need
To feel any form of sympathy.

I clench my fists and I bite my lips
'Cause I know exactly what's on your mind.
You're not laughing long before you're out on the lawn
and I've already snapped your spine.

Easy process- sneak up from behind
Adrenaline pumps, I feel out of my mind.
Been there, done that,
Time for something new. . .
Instead of you laughing at me,
I'll be the one laughing at you.
Take you out
with a few simple *booms*.
Double tap that, making sure you don't move.
Cut up the body, so they can't find you.

Throw it in the river
all wrapped up in a bag.
I'm sick of all of you-
Keep making me mad.

1/9/10