I Am...

I am a skitz; a schizophrenic lover with such a delicate touch and untold, untied lies that span as long as my lifeline. Tied together until knotted, always pursuing the pull, until the tension has cracked, leaving scars. Porcelain cracked smiles. I am left behind to rot, a corpse, a body with no limits, besides the one we claim to understand ourselves. "I can't wait to die" an expression, however I do not fear death, therefore, I wait, I live. Seizing in and out of this consciousness that should not be scientifically studied by each individual that possesses expression. If everyone really knew how much they really mean. Mean to me. Dan says to do something you love for a minute a day and see where it takes you. what was the best minute your day consumed. What do you drive for, what is that racing factor that keeps you and your mind coming back for me, screaming wake me up inside! I am a recovering paraplegic. Lost awareness, lost all feeling. My limbs linger carelessly over obstacles that challenge only my state of mind. Blood flow. Blood flood. Blood pump. Blood pulse. I can feel again on occasion where the air clicks on and goosebumps rise, stubborn shake, or stubborn step I can only take in your direction. I become so much more aware. Paranoia Strikes! Two words that I find as fitting as yours in my hand. Love is all you can offer though. I've now become a cancerous risk inducer, activating my worse fears, with no other option than to enjoy it. I can become what you want me to be. Meet me at the park. I react accordingly despite what you say. I am over-obsessive, self diagnosed with OCD, keeping everything inside. Governed thoughts possess all aching authority. In the end it didn't even matter. I tried so hard while unfiltered thoughts unravel into irrationality. You can't help what you feel. You can't halt or hate what you feel. You'll loose y o u r s e l f. Drowning in Depression. Depression Doses. Doused Depression Daily. I am living backwards. sdawrof yllaer si hcihw. But people are just living in a state of confusion, illusion minds created from the rash rage that is empowering. An empire brewing your originality into a beverage, easily swallowed, questionably digestible but most commonly just investable. Sucks you in then spits you right back out. I believe everything I hear but for other reasons than yours. I see clearer when your merely drawn down. I am a photographic mind. Remembering that slight flicker in your eyes. Every aspect of you is now mind. (end)

long lost lovers

questions

can true religion be repurposed? maybe in a sense it was never there to begin with a new sense of faith and forgiveness can fate be like bait? being like an apostle: an advocate of a particular idea, so yes.

Mr. Hue-man

I and my crusader king are now happily ever after. Our true religion repurposed, our fate like bait, we'll sit back stare through those windows to your eyes. Heard a panda scream bloody murder after you, Dan, tore it's head off because we got into a fight. But those stitches you've sewn for me, because of me, grants the innocence I sense when I'm with you. I pray to God I hear you all the time. Riding in the storm on the back of a stallion named Nahko... on our journey, I'm just a human being peaceful, with my knife by my side. I'm feeling this, so I blink one hundred and eighty two times. When I'm riding my wave, protect me with hands that carry nothing but faith. Teach my how to swim, so I can learn how to save a life. I've been sharing my situation, calling for a certain internal ethereal existence changing it's cut, it's outcome with all of your sounds soaring around my head, in and out. Whatever this feeling is next to being paid, doesn't compare, not even close. Where are your people? I will learn to see you peaceful, but will you beg for war at my doorstep. take my wallet, chain dangling, I'd be punk, I'd be a punk ass bitch for you. Sweetie. All my doors, I'm just crossing my fingers to have a call, to have you come, to be swept away. Lost and insecure, you found me lying on the floor, why'd we have to wait? When friendships carry out to sea like no other. Will cover the songs I find blown away in the breeze.....amen.

are we just being touched,

or are we at war? mon, when you see through those eyes i swear it was as i was running back to meet you when you told me to keep my ipod closer than menu i rambled for a right on until i was tempted to move if you wanna on a broken stage dant pen me dant cant me pending on a promise

Hengilás

Jónsi Og vio horfumst i okunn augu Samt hofum bekkst alla tio Undir vokulum augnaraoum letumst Stondum nu tvistiga Reyni ao grafa upp og hjartgaesku og raun Reyni ao brjotast inn Reyni ao bora a, og saga hengilasinn En allt kemur fyrir ekki neitt Kominn i niourlot Veit ekki hvao plan skal taka Kominn i raoaorot Reyni ao grafa upp og hjartgaesku og raun Reyni ao brjotast inn Reyni ao bora a, og saga hengilasinn

Padlock

We look into foreign eyes Yet we have always known each other We passed away under a watchful eye Now we stand hesitantly Try to dig out warmth and trials Try to break in Try to drill, and saw the padlock But all for nothing I have lost Don't know what plan to take I don't know what to do Try to dig out warmth and trials Try to break in Try to drill, and saw the padlock

Black Rose

a twickle in a spark a wrinkle in the blink of time

Funny Fam pics

Feel the alarm play me the guitar spider, dance for me inside my window until you let yourself in finding yourself caught in a mason jar Lit me a cigarette lashes lent me blue flashes A dragon fly, bye broken, always searching for something when there's no fuss over nothing... If you amounted to nothing.. But bones can break and time feels staked I'll be there waiting, awake Nothing I adore more than your cold, dark heart but why break, instead I shake Shiver me timbers! Lungs fill with smoke, toke.

Double Vision

Regina

I've tripped in the city, one too many times? I'm going home, flawlessly on the BRADIOOO, Bravado. I should just pour out ideas as often as I would say it's your fault, livin' in a state of slightly used. But your smile's contagious, so I guess I'll just laugh it off. I found the statue they made of us and just in case I needed a whip, I stole one. I hope you'll just grow together, because I love you with all of my body, all of my glory. But mostly how thunder and the rain, and my footprints and my pages blend together. But be my music box for ages? Life instead inside, I might be watching to turn, to get out. I have dreams of orcas and owls like spec, spec, hold on I can't see, something is clouding up my vision, my glasses, I'll clean them off to see like specktor, Regina na na na. Was it on the 11:11 album where I found myself years later contemplating life with your melodies alongside Ben Howards to keep my company, to keep my sanity running down that freedom trail that lead me to things greater than you? Still at this damn window sill. Did comfort come against my will like Benny asks? I know you're a fool, I mean I am, I just know I'm not the same, and are you? No man island sounds like a funny ass place to resort to. I'll be the storm, you can be the man. This I know, we are all just living there, but with constant distractions around us. Still roaming around a wish, I made on a star that you never met to watch with me...How much further do I go this year? Where's my peak? I have a boo, always haunting me now. So with a play still in motion, I'm motion sickness. I'm, on the low, so much flashier than you think, you caught a glimpse, at least I hope you did. Flashy gloves, now give me a light show darling? Can you keep your heart strong when you're not playing these strings? Some guy through my guitar in the woods. The deeper into the woods, the thicker the story baby. Drinking wine in a thunderstorm, the rain pouring down my body, soaking my clothes I stripped them off to get dry, stole some change, a hat with a C representing Central. Like a middle man. I thank you John, where I was reborn, meeting you, I found the loss. I feared what I found when the weather came, it tore me down. Slap me in the teeth next time I throw up in your car, but you should have at least slowed down. I got home and stomached a strawberry. Downtown brown, the snow hitting my face as hard as hail made me hang there longer with the expectation it was worth it, and it would be worth it. Guts gone, where is my spine? Where is my mind? Grind until you set on fire, literally. Spin until all your lovers went wrong, because they were always right. Let me turn around and look back at it. So how about take a look, and stop tracing my silhouette with the shadows you pass daily, because shades of gray always bring me back to being a panda lit as fuck, so how to explain any of this with just a reoccurring temptation to tantalize you with a teasing stare. You'll just always be taller. You can have the first hit, and I'm pretty sure you did. Blinded, but now I can see I could not hold you. The treasures I share now are making me want to barf all over again. How many more bottles of wine do I need to sing to you? Are you the one who broke my chest? I'm no better, just in the shallows. It's a rough outlook when your just someone I use to know. Now trail that pen you chase until you catch my tail, catch my drift, eat my dust. Hard to remember when your frozen also, toes just screaming to wiggle, when I just want to dance until I die. You may have gave me life, light, and love where I could never find it, but time is just a reminder of what could have been. With you it broke my heart, but before hand it just lead me on, until I arrived. Now I'm going places on my own. Finally. Cravings under cuts. The scars scream.