

eccentricitiesYou are all my eccentricities As my extremities pull you into me But closer never comes Its one of those things in my head you say Ill never figure out Never articulate enough To form a series of sentences that form something established My boney hands Weave intricate lace patterns down your skin Down your spine Forming some kind of an explanation To things like why its ok to be here And to how its never going to need to not be a secret Its all in my head But sos everything White sheets fold to voids of an oceanic view  eccentricities


4 am or 5:15Its 4 AM or 5:15 Depending on the day And I am waking up I am picking up the phone and hitting the numbers that somehow Even through a lulled sleep I know are yours And I am listening to the pretentious ringing Of a phone you wont pick up And there is the voice recording A brief intro to where youre not That I used to think sounded nothing like you But that was when white noise was out of style Now I just listen to someone that sounds almost like you Because almost has become better then nothing And instead of following the prescribed message after4 am or 5:15


Lunch Time--slam poemThe clock is ticking Ticking Ticking 11:08 And I am hungry My stomach curing Yearning for my $1.60Lunch Time--slam poem
3 course Ticking 11:09 Ringing The bell And its lunch A race to those open doors Those double doors Part like the red sea! I plead to a crowd of followers Part, let me through to this holy grail of government funding! I am hungry And I am in Through those double doors 5th I stand 5th And then the sea flooding The herd stampeding 12th 15th 22nd I now stand
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~With love, comes tragedy.~
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Holiday.Everyday.
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I thank god for bitter irony,
The happiness felt through lustful gluttony.
The very things sent to condemn me,
Are the things in life that make me happy.
Didn't know you paint that well. I hate you. Wish I could do that.
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