Monday, February 28, 2011

combustion

Every drop different
Like the breath of new life
Empty hidden meanings
ready to break

Dangerous looks from scuffing shoes
black lines all down the floor
Dam
ready to break

We can be no where
any where
somewhere
gone

Like a flash
you tired sleeves
dropping down lower and lower

All around everything is new
dead on the outside
living breathing stopping
laughing
choking
sighing
running

There is a forced smile
on the face of a girl
on the face of a boy

the girl changes into a broken plate
the boy into a rusted nail

Once they lived to see the sun rebirth
nothing can stop the madness
it depends on everything

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Dream girl

I was The Perfect Piece
My perfect hair
my perfect teeth
eyes never saw underneath
O that ocean ever deep!

I Try to hold no blame
You were taught to think
every girl is every girl
essentially the same

Maybe side by side
I would a agree
Open your mind!
look at me!