Sunday, June 26, 2011

How's What?

Love. This is love. You helped me to discover me. I'm not going to edit this. This may not make sense. Great love doesn't need to. Somewhere in all this commotion, I forgot how to create. Maybe I forgot the way your elbows touch your thighs when you curl onto my lap. Maybe I forgot the way you wear those pearls. Or the way your shoulder blade hugs my thumb while I hold you. You need me. It's not vain. I am you. Most lack the ability to grasp that concept. They've also never felt the vibrations of your footsteps on wood floors. And if they have...heh, they never appreciated it. Appreciate you, the way I appreciate us. Don't cry. There is no greater love. It will be alright. There's no need to edit this. We've pasted pieces of our past....cut details. We've become us. This is it. Droppin' 2 albums without fear of failure. 2 sheep. This is Shrimply Divine nail polish. My shelter from real life. Where I can live under your nails and let go of myself. You wear my sweats so wear my sweat so well. You well.I imagine you...heh, us...amalgamated in our own surreal dream. Each strand of your hair preparing for the civil war created by Sundays. You won't understand. And I'm content with that. These are my triggers once I've lost everything. Do you love me? (nod) "do you know?"
I do.

How much can one learn from love? We're poetry in motion. They don't appreciate it. They never have. That's why we laugh. Do you see me in the stars. I'm a lunatic with conviction.
R U still down?
This is love resurrected. A volcano reinhabited. This is real.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Makin' Bread Rise

Mellow dramatic. Act it. Let's compact and act on pacts we promise we'll keep. Play for keeps? It's cool, we never had to. You were never mine. I was never yours. We only passed time. I'm past time. Double entendres and metaphors keep me warm at night. See, it's sort of like...lime green jolly ranchers and golden crisps. I'm golden...crisp. Sift through your stories. I know they're not all bad. ALL CAPS. You love it. Don't lie. I only did sometimes. You lie around too. Let's not be judgemental. I'm mental. Suspend you in narcotic memories. There's no better me. Believe me, they've looked. You've looked. Get over it, I'm all for it. More tip...more head, can only go up. Or down. Ha. 2+2=4. You never grasped the concept of simple math. Simple raps. That's all you ever respected. Selective hearing, hence the oblivious bearings. Bare with me. I'm nasty nice. Nasty right. Lastly...

I'm still me.
still #winning

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Do Not Read

I've been out of control. Haven't paused.
#pause #nohomo
Ha. Any who...I haven't stuck to structure. As the days pass I realize that I'm beginning to swim with the fish. Things aren't the way they should be. I've really nothing to say. I'm back to the books and I'm back to the drawing board. Laziness may have taken its toll. Fuck. I dunno. That's the problem. Might disappear for a while. Might not. It's about that time. Suck it slow.