Monday, November 30, 2009


i tremble
theyre gonna eat me alive...


and if i have to crawl will you crawl too? i stumble and fall carry me through the wonder of it all is you see me through

Sunday, November 29, 2009

i am wicked

lifes more painless for the brainless why think too hard?

Saturday, November 28, 2009


our planet is the mental institution of the universe

Thursday, November 26, 2009

the edge im sliding over slowly

tell me that its gonna be okay. tell me that youll help me find my way. tell me you can see the light of dawn is breaking. tell me that its gonna be allright. tell me that youll help me fight this fight. tell me that you wont leave me alone in this.
cause i need a hand to hold to hold me from the edge


its been there from the beginning.
sin. and you cant stop it. can you?

the rodents:

the sky is falling & the line is firing down...
watch out watch out for the tenfold cross

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


i feel very very afraid... (and alone)


oh you go on and youll be happier youll be happier
you go on yeah you go on
youll be gone and ill be happier... or will i?

Monday, November 23, 2009

theres a boy

...with a half smile and i want to make that otherside crack

Sunday, November 22, 2009

doctorjones doctorjones

human is just a condition and i, doctor, need to be cured.


i feel this great space and im drowning in it...


i find the lives of others uncomfortable places.
i cant stay long i cannot linger in your business...
(im scared)

Saturday, November 21, 2009

he said:

come down and well muck around ;)

the present future

the future is here the future is now...

waiting for now

lets lose ourselves in this city scarred with graffiti and infiltrated with smoke and sins
lets lose ourselves amongst people without names and without identities and with nothing but bodies when theres nothing but now

Thursday, November 19, 2009

we were

more chilled than a freezer. if only the moment could have been frozen in time...

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

how can i complain?

id be lying if i said i was completely unscathed...


Tuesday, November 17, 2009

darker than midnights shadow

her heart rattled around in that cage they called her body
her arms shook as she lifted her head high and screamed with all her might.
as the sky faded from inky blue-black to a paler shade she frowned at the dismal prospect of living another day in the world where no one had pragmatic features...

dark blue dark blue

have you ever been alone in a crowded room?

Monday, November 16, 2009


city of the dead calls me.... under. everything isnt okay...

Sunday, November 15, 2009

one last candle to keep out the night

it hurts and it hurts but i know deep down that the pain one day will be gain and that i will be able to smile for a change and no longer let tears fall alone...
cya cya wouldnt wanna be ya

it took hours and hours.

i saw him and i didnt feel a thing.


she floats home alone and see girls girls girls, leaning on telegraph posts to hold themselves up. in the city where blood ran with liquor and where you could dance til the afternoon after she was all alone with not even the message receivers and responders as her friends. lonely and cold. unkissed. she went to be and tried to dream. again

Saturday, November 14, 2009

i did not write this

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

Friday, November 13, 2009

please please please

back off.
i cant breathe... (i havent done a thing) i wont go if im not wanted

Thursday, November 12, 2009

the kings thirtysecond son

+ to see me made her awful sad + and to touch me made her awful sad + to see me made her awful + to touch me made her awful
long live the king long live the king long live the queen...
wake up in the morning + thought oedipus oedipus oedipus oedipus
im the kings thirtysecond son...

and it never grew...

and i thought:
my god. ill never have the moon-

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

the night i first met you

floating home
my hair holds the irresistible scent of smoke, mingled with desire after the night that now is passing...

my sweetest downfall...

the history books forgot about us and the bible didnt mention us
(not even once)


if i wash away all my sins will anything be left?

glittery fairytales

Tuesday, November 10, 2009


trophy scars

we walked and wept and wondered who would save us
was it you or me who talked of being dangerous...

Monday, November 9, 2009

i may as well...

annotate and decorate your world
then light it on fire.

the red


killer kisser

"she hid around corners & she hid under beds
she killed it with kisses and from it she fled
with every bubble she sank with her drink
and washed it away down the kitchen sink"

lets get up early and see how long we last...

away away says hate;
closer closer says love.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

hardi hey hardi har

pretty pretty poison

we wait wait wait
then we die die die.
do you ever feel like youre drowning? all the time.
constantly. i want to put my hands in the in air. its like im trying to signal to someone that my demise has begun.


F..ucked up
N..eurotic &

Saturday, November 7, 2009

the heel and toe...

lets swim. miss fishy fishy (oh, fish eye)
lets dance. dance in the sky. with little miss. miss cutie pie.

little sister...

drowning in sadness and unable to dream, she has drifted deeper and deeper into the darkness of her sleep. And when darkness consumes the starlight, nightmares rule the night...

i think im dying...

"the smoke may make my lungs black as tea, but it makes my mind clean as canvas"
i want. to. go out. side. to the world. where i dont have to hide.

Friday, November 6, 2009

i want

to me more than just dust. absord me up and let me shine...

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

a listless winters day

he looked at me with eyebrows raised and said:
theres no point reasoning with the unreasonable.
even though youre gone for now, remember i love you.

x says y says

x says:
*unnamed* is a man whore, cunt who uses women
y says:
excuse me? please explain!
x says:
the amount of times ive wanted to stomp on that kids head
x says:
when i here him and that talk about how many birds tey have two timed
x says:
wtf is wrong with u women
x says:
fucking all delirious
y says:
i was with him for like a month...

let me

.get lost in the night.

i ramble and i roll

unfurl your wings motherfucker and take the plunge.
maybe youll fly fly fly?
'ehhh actually..? you say
but i ask why why why?
well what about what i want?
what if what i want is what i cant have or what if what i want is you?
you you you...

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

one day

will be my day. ill fly away. wing of a bird. bird on a wire.
(now please take a moment to admire my attire)

the day

...was so hot you melted into your surroundings
she just wanted to step out of her skin and run away. for more reasons than one.

Monday, November 2, 2009


In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
- albert camus