Mrtoadswildride

A stick to hold the thoughts of death and love and hate and happiness. The world in which we barely touch But keep locked up in photographs A time that's left shorter than anticipated Spent mostly at the door where you waited For something more to wake you up from a peace-less sleep of future ends. A wooden stick to help you walk Through the nature that was almost lost to the people in the dirt lined cities With their advertising, buildings, and committees no wonder they're so alone. A well worn stick to leave the world As you drove into what may be beauty Or the hell in which our mind tends to fathom. An accidental brake or m

She sat on the cold, plastic stool with her sleeves rolled up and a small smirk on her face. "They're beautiful, aren't they?", she said. yes. "They're like pain and fear and boredom, all in one image." I wonder what you used. "I catch myself staring at them all the time. I haven't shown anyone though but sometimes...sometimes I'm really tempted to. I can imagine them smiling, thinking they're about to find out something interesting, and then their expression slowly changing from amused to scared to mildly disgusted. And I'd just be able to sit back and smile. Wouldn't that be funny? But you're different, I think. You only looked enterta

You disgusted me beyond measure, for reasons hard to explain. And although you drew such beautiful pictures, you made them selfishly for you alone. i hate to realize how you used me with all the times I was introduced to those stone statues of yours you loved so much. And although you only told those soulless creatures my name, you'd keep your arm around me like a prize you'd won at some high school fair. everyday I felt your attempts to rob me of a memory and replace it with an image of yourself. Too many of them were wasted on you, and as shallow as they were they took up space inside me. now, it's true that you're different from all t

I never had much to begin with, so to me you were quite a lot. Do you remember the taste of it? Like mangoes and chocolate fudge. And i smelled the ocean way before i saw it, as we left evidence of our existence in the wet sand that stuck to our jeans. i always blurted out my thoughts around you, on accident of course, while we stood apart from crowds watching distant fireworks and holding hands. we were always saying goodbye. I just wanted to know what it was like to smile, too bad we died before i got the chance. You know how you used to trap all the color in that gray box of yours until the day that it went missing? i have to confess i sto

Sweaty palms and dead roses- Their life dripped out through my fingertips, (the last of our mind engraved memories) and formed a puddle on my bedroom floor, that left me wrinkled, stained, and sore. Searching around for a nonexistent painkiller As I tore away pictures of posed affection while writing tortured letters for attention. And  crying, washing, bleeding myself clean. There was blue velvet and elevator walls Another thought to leave me scars, While I pretended to be innocent and broken, I cut you with words and recycled paper You know I found letters safer Than tear blurred confrontation. I remember borrowed words and

I'd swear you were a shadow.        the swirls in glass marbles                 -untouchable (like most perfect things) Like candle flames and melting wax     I licked my finger     and touched pure heat.                                       I touched you. my tired hands dipped in the wax   It molded, dried, and crumbled (like me) and who's to blame the shadow? it molded.       dried. and crumbled. (then repeated) Like me.

Black messy hair Crazy grin Ever so carefully, unpacking Your most prized possession Filling the pipe you've come to love And hate, Lighting the herb and sucking in Smoke curled around your lips As you smiled like a little boy And your mind rose above us. Rugged clothes and hand-made bracelets To cover up your cuts "I get angry sometimes." You told me and flashed that Crazy grin. Old green bag and black glass' case To carry the source That numbed your thoughts and lightened your heart As we sat on the cracked cement Behind Trader Joe's, hiding from our problems. "I'm stoned and sad," you told me. In a sober moment, a refl

Two silhouettes Lost in the dark As the ocean stretched into the skies Tiny hands Wrapped up in yours Fingers sweetly intertwined And our poor hearts trapped in an unforgiving clock otherwise known                   as time. Take long deep breaths Of each others words Savoring their taste Stay wrapped up in your cologne, And sandy jeans Sweet fading lisp, "I love you" words And saying what we mean Yes, the hours will die With merciless grace The stars will lose their shine We'll fill the night With our good-byes Questioning innocently Wondering why our hearts are trapped in time.

I. Cant. breath. That's how much I need you I'd chose you over the world, My perfect love, Over myself Over living in itself I want to feel this fade Like worn clothes that have grown too small I want you to drip off of my skin To shed away in layers So I can be alive again I Can Forget you I can forget this feeling Like I'd rather bleed my body dry With a thousand knives Than see you in pain Than see you turn away And forget me first. I wish on stars That I didn't crave you That I could erase you from my mind With the pressing of a button Like a misspelled word I wish I could throw you away Crumple you up into

How could you think it'd work, my dear? your hopes have killed your mind and they'll kill your heart in time, my dear if you don't learn to die inside Well, didn't they tell you? didn't you know? Happiness wasn't meant for two. You stupid bitch How could you believe that love exists? This isn't a romance novel, my dear You can't follow that movie in your head You can't play the star in all the shows You aren't beauty                fantasy                or perfection. You're the most famous person you know, But the world could still care less so stop showing off your battle wounds cause your heart is shit to us

I drag my face through the mud Running across the ceiling with scissors Sirens through graveyards I chew my memories just like  she  taught me to I slouch straighter when she walks through Smooth the wrinkles from my smile Scrub time from my lips Crush my heart inside Kiss you with braces on my teeth I can grow like roots Be what clocks scream I can't be Vegetabels make you grow Not much has changed Never swear to God I'm still a child Don't cry sweetheart So why wont you just hold me?

Woman stops at a window below a blood-orange sky, Watches drinkers sip from china cups, tuck crumbs into napkins, Wishing she were fragile as their blood-orange eyes. She thinks her life a log shed of the weakest tree Now laying numb in the light Wishing it were asleep. As drinkers drink with lips pink and plump with warmth She wants to trade their teas for her splinters Make them wish they were fragile. 16th April 2006