away from home blues.

Purple love dust. 
Puzzle piece mind.
Yellow stinging birds 
And keyboards with 
Diamonds.
Dogs with no heads, 
Scary teeth men.
Tiles on the floor,
More ancient than Egypt. 
Clouds that rain, and 
Things that blink.
Four way stop
No sleep, I want
To jump off the edge
Of the earth with you
Tonight. 
Will you
?

todays feels

Love.

Shoelace love.

Lay low love.

Dirty men love.

Old people love.

Food love.

Girl love.

love.

Dead ants.

iced coffee

iced nose

i have no thoughts upon my hose.

Throw away the small things, leave the

Living room with eight stings.

Don’t look back today.

little poem.

been so long since i caught your eye,
i'm hungry for your love. 
like a man needs his lady. 
i'm hungry for your love.

 Staple side lobe

The name of the game is not love.

And the way she shaves her legs in the dark makes me happy.

When there is rain, only white spiders come out to play

and when there is sunshine my garden is dead.

Shoes that tie and men that cry. 

It is only Wednesday. 

more stoned than the wall outside.

poem.

to think of nothing all at once.
to be alone with no lights on.
to hear no noise for miles.
to be home alone on a Sunday night.

my mother.

seems impossible to call this women my soul mate.
i think a soul mate is someone you can always have fun with.
i think a soul mate is that person you can call at two am.
i think a soul mate is someones whose arms you can call home. 
i think a soul mate is someone who can laugh at the same nothing as you.
my mother is my soul mate.

poem.

you pick me up my love,
you wake me up.
make me realize that
everyday should be a good
day to die. don't be afraid
of the bugs outside and don't 
mind the moon light.
stay for a while, sip some 
wine. have a good time.
don't think about later,
don't worry about tomorrow.
just stay with me for a while.

work.

brown leather shoes.
mr. smith approached.
nose as big as Alaska.
skinny little lips.
a mustache the color black
and no hair upon his head.
knowledge from within.

waffle cones.

blue eyed goats
and sunset hikes.
fall weekends
should never end.
favorite time to live.

poem.

paper clip mind.
one whole dime.
strawberry people dance.
three thirty thoughts.

poem.

dead love.
dead us.
dead end.

red blueberries. 

fell asleep in a bird dress.
my life is such a mess.
it's four am.
i have zero coffee. 
i just want my mother.
pink blanket naps. 
soda can caps.
itchy skull.
a five year old.
purple stars.
incomplete lines.

H8E

SQUARE.
FOOD STAMPS.
RAIN.
BRAIN.
LANE,
TWO LANES.
MY MOM'S CANE.
DON'T BE LAME.
YOU ARE TO BLAME.

sleep walk lover comes out to play
all i see is your shadow today.

poem.

Joe Cocker
take mothers advice
grocery store guts
black eye
soft rolls
lawn mower.

my finger nails are longer than your neck

up too early.

mattress love
living room fan
coughing 3:30 man

club of books

rainy brains
no name
dead chuck
stuck in the muck
bumble bees
rumble strips
BBQ.

mister man

longer than a year
shorter than a month
i just want to kiss you
all i do is miss you.

october mist.

bullet shells, young girl yells.
my mother is dead.
dump truck hairs, halloween scares.
one white sock. 

breakfast.
English Muffin smiles
coffee nose
burnt hair toast
eyes the shape of eggs
breakfast.

poem.

frogs dream. 
dogs die.
men exist.

her name was Mellrose

25 cent love
one hug
no eyes.

midnight stars
old man scars
one crow.
birds fly high
my brain is so high
splatter blood spots on the streets
it's 3 am
words are loud. 
noise is busy
i can't sleep 
watching rain in the dark
listen closely.

poem

Chilly toes and 1999

Memories from years past and years to come. 

The love I have for you stays in my left pocket 

until that night where we will meet again at dusk.

I know that will never be this year.

I want to feel the way you speak words and

I want to feel the way you show her how to love. 

That first time.  

poem

tables will turn, butter is churned. lets go to the pumpkin patch
where goats float and grey skies live forever
my favorite type of weather
bring a quarter to feed the goats and bring your mum money.
where are your boots?

her dreams so huge.

stars in her future.

love shining bright

forever.

GOING TO TAKE SOME SWEET PICS AND ILL UPLOAD THEM TONIGHT CUS I TOLD MYSELF I WOULD DO SO


.....*writing torrs to do list right now ;) *

happy.
happy to be home
happy to smell
happy to blink
happy to breathe
happy to love.
happy.

poem
new clouds with yesterday's air
todays weather seems great
with some sunshine and a side
of love. forgetting the things
that don't matter
but I remember to take the
dog out when i get home.
writing lyrics down like
they will become something one
day. alive.

poem
riding on a wave
my mind is underwater
the sink is overflowing.
today went down the drain

you could tell in his eyes that he loved her so. every time she'd smile the world would shine. she had the ability to make even the worse days ok. her soft skin and button nose, her lashes went on for what felt like a century. those lips, don't get him started. he would dream about her lips until he was dead. her eyes spoke wisdom, not only from her life but wisdom within. every day was a good day she had no time to cry or waste. she lived as if every day could have been the last. she would cherish the ground he stepped on. just one look and she was swept right off the ground. the lovely words he would sing to her to put her to sleep. he always let her fall asleep first. she loved everything about him, especially his laugh. he makes her feel amazing, she knows she is so lucky to come home to him. one day she will be found dead on the living room floor with her smile in her right hand and her heart in the other. sometimes you can't have everything.

.

why do i feel like the world is ending?
like tomorrow doesn't exist.
why can't i smell the fresh flowers
at this very moment?
when will this stop?
do i have something wrong in my mind?
are the thoughts not processing
in the correct order?

nasty looks make their way around the dinner table tonight

while mother is in the kitchen slaving away.

relentless little children screaming

finger nails clipped. 

mashed potato boats and dinner rolls.

push your chair in before you leave.

watch the world die

have you ever felt so low where drowning seems fun?
have you ever seen death upon the pavement?
have you ever loved someone that doesn't love you back?
blood is red.

chew some more sleep bubblegum. 
someone needs to invent sleep that i can eat
i have so much shit to get done in one day
it makes no sense to me why someone hasn't
done this already. maybe i should.

baggy jeans

welfare christmas

negative change

no love

low life

hate.

I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF EVERCLEAR TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Father of mine
Tell me where did you go
You had the world inside your hand
But you did not seem to know...

I will never be safe
I will never be sane
I will always be weird inside
I will always be lame

love sick 

Dirt under rugs like my love for you

The blue bird is bothering me again

My brain is on fire

The bench in the park still has our name on it. 

little

Captain hook

Dead ladies

Old socks 

Fingernails.

 poem

I’m laughing right now cus the rent is late and the love of my life is finally dead

He ran away to a castle in the music clouds and now his soul is facing upward

Starring at me right now

I loved the way he loved me and I love the way he looks

The way his hair is there and the two lines

I love the color of dark eyes and silly smiles

The way his mouth will move just when I go

In for a midnight kiss

Tonight is the night my life will never

End and I will have to realize one

Day that this is it 

and I have to be Happy with that

i want to feel alive

i want to feel that first breath of air again

i want to feel my mother's shaking arms hold me again.

i want to feel what it's like to blink for the first time

to see the world all for the first time again

i want to see what it feels like to be born again

will i be only eight pounds or 115 this time?

if we were able to be reborn  what would we look like?

how would it happen?

how would we know?

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken?
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five-hour phone conversation?
The best soy latte that you ever had and me.
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way?

i am a child.

time will come 
and time will go
where you will hear
me everyday
where you will feel me 
in every way
i'm not just a human
i'm that surprise smile
that appeared on your face 
i'm that smell that takes 
you back to your childhood
i'm that song you cant stop humming
i'm that spider that visits in the garden
chase me back to where the 
wild things really live
send me home
i don't belong in this place
this world
i'm found running free
and happy in the woods
not here talking with humans
i'm found dancing to the wildflowers and singing
songs of freedom and love
not stuck here paying bills.
i love you so much 
but i know this place isn't for me
so please set me free.

poem

nights to remember.
places to see.
people to be.
love to make.
poems to write.
cigarettes to smoke.

you can never give back time

erasing time seems impossible, 
like dryer lint and old beers.
my mind won't stop thinking 
about us as i stir my coffee.
termites and black birds.
i yell at my cat as i watch from
a distance. memories trickle.
your eyes sparkle. time is an 
unfair item to steal from someone. 

backwards paperclip

ten dollar sunflowers.
hikes with cows.
sad morning greets me.
sunny afternoons to come.
electric keyboard clouds.
banana chips to dance.
million years to live.
one million years to cry.

yesterday sucked

i just want to hide away in my turtle shell.
i just want to be invisible, where the world
can't see me. only you can see me cus you are
human and you get this. i know we are real
humans. sometimes the world is too big
and too busy for my weirdo brain. it makes
me shake and i become weak like a branch in winter.
it makes me feel empty like Friday nights.
to the ones who can go out and conquer the day,
i reward you with 100 fish smiles.
but for people the weridos like me that don't
get this, hold tight with the wind, never look
back or forward just float.
everything will work out in the end.
i promise.