damaged thoughts

I'm lyrical inclined to die tonight.
my bliss, hopeful and enlightened,
doesn't know if its own will can last.

as much as happiness is memorable,
it soon will fade
lost in my mind of troubles
another face will appear
a love, a friend, an imaginary desire

it becomes no use to stuff myself.
food is no equal to a candy kiss.
sure as the wind blows the clouds away,
and snow flies like glitter,
Salvador Dali's picture
becomes unstoppable mayhem,
having no alternative answer.
just you,
only
alone.

could you believe
in rainbows and magic tricks.
those little mints
that you've dont know where they've been.
or that random stuff, always at the bottom on your bag
the stuff you play with,
and sometimes makes you mad.
its like popcorn on a rainy day
almost as if, the movies are playing all day
in my eyes
a fog that never lifts
that scares me.

over and over again

sweet dreams she said,
as she closed her eyes.
because to believe
is a lie

im writing a story, about a girl and a guy
who both fall in love, and in the end die.
lets start at the begining, and never find an end
for these kinds of stories, never mend.
you think its easy, to read along
but these thick pages, are not a song.
the tune is flat, and sounds off key
but thats all now, you will ever see.
sometimes the truth, is hard to find
because its lies, deep inside the mind.
i know what comes now, on the last page
the ending note, of that sour phrase.
just close your eyes, and look away
for those thoughts are meant, for a rainy day.

i want to assimilate through time, in a distant place when i know i belong.
time place me here.
happiness stands on the doorstep to my despair.
elapsing, falling, and landing on my feet.
i don't know this feeling.
eating the deprivation from the pit of my stomach.
i've forgotten once again, the story of love. the longing takes care of the
mind, but not the soul. we place our hands above our hearts, hoping that
perfection will also fall into place-without flushing everything down the toilet.
a high string tunes the violin, like the cd player spins inside my hand-into my
blood-feasting on my ears once again.
stop the words from coming into my mouth. stop each refracted sound within these walls.
kill my sight. i cant stand to watch them all smile as i suffer.
connecting the dots-the image-creates itself
another moment, day, minute...and here i am staring at the white wall-
waiting for time to take me away.

whistling,
I felt the wind glide off your lips.
my hair landed on your face,
an unmeant marker of affection
by charging your face.

holding the moon,
i could feel my heart pop
inside your eyes.
the glossy blue cover
circles my own
lashing apart

i reach for you hand
possessed entirely of hopelessness.
my fingers lick your palm
intrigued by the veins.

i taste nothing in you.
an empty gum drop
missing the candy coated center.
the juice flows out,
missing the target
i prayed for.

the wind is changing.
your tongue fences the air
a stripping sacrifice
of moments
untouched.

i dance.
a finger minuet
between the diamonds glow.
testing rigid nails,
to the bitter frost
of the night.

i watch the illusion.
like magical fairy dust,
we all disappear
behind the wind.
just remembering,
the wind
and
a song.

I swallowed a penny
Thought I’d turn to gold
Become a sculpture of time
Coated—green with envy


But I was cold
Living on the refrigerator door
Frozen
To the broken light bulbs


My stomach churned
Rough pastels-smudged my throat
Gracious
Dismissed
The feelings are gone


The money wires
Plugged dollar signs
Forcing Lincolns face
On my forehead


Charred amber
Washed her eyes
Like porcelain
The dolls tears
Sank


The penny ran throughout
Under siege of language
The collapsed
The deranged
The miss informed


There was chemical imbalance
A penny dissolved inside
My hand turned-
to stone

angels

dance in the light
that comes before the sun
in step with the time
that brings you upon the ground

as glittering rain falls,
your wings bring you up
to sail with the wind
away from your troubles
pounding against the rage
you move on

floating with the clouds
you rise
silence falls
and all bow before you

nature quits
for angels

ode to aluminum foil

ode to aluminum foil
that cracks and crinkles
while shining with the crisp sense of silver

ode to aluminum foil
that enwraps my hair with gooey splendor
which makes me itch, while glittering in a strange paradise

ode to aluminum foil
that keeps all my goodies freash to eat
while keeping the fridge neat in its kingdom of food

ode to aluminum foil
to which i can crumble into a tight ball
aim, throw, and dispose all at once

ode to aluminum foil
true joy in a funny box