OVERFLOW (writings)

i wish…
that there was something
i could do…
to have you feel the same way about me,
as i feel about you.

sometimes you have to remember

what side of that line

you find

yourself

on.

some things are way too good

to be true for you

just to

let it

go.

the only issue is not knowing

what side of that line

she finds

herself

on.

oh, what i would give.
what would i give?
everything.
yep. everything.

would it be worth it?
it would be worth it.
just to know…
if it was worth it.

day by day
by day by day,
these shackles slowly loosen.

the day they
say they said they’d fall
is all mine for the choosin’.

time and time
and time and again,
i say to myself, “it’s near”.

not to know
the knot of no
stuck in my throat of fear.

She knows it’s true…

Even though she doesn’t like to admit it.

Xerox copies of her will never be as good as the original…

You’d be crazy to go out for a burger when you got filet mignon right in front of you!

i find myself craving a kiss i know nothing of,
soft lips, i’m sure of that, but not for love.
a lust of curiosity, for now, at least,
has gotten the best of me.
temporary in time, a permanent bind
between this crazy find.
crazy fine!
fingers crossed for fate to cross that line,
to taste that temptation and chase that sensation.
freeze frame, something we’d remember forever,
that first time for everything written in a letter
sealed with that kiss i find myself craving,
maybe a touch will end this depraving.

Kennedy killed the fruitless flies of an unborn nation,

lifting boulders high above the wings of broken hopes.

Slitting the wrists tied in binds bound tightly by words of deceit,

only to find time has left us all paralyzed.

Unfreeze the fleas, pestilence needs resurgence,

unleash the leaks, my levy is broken dreams.

Screams of love, hate, torn emotions and everything between,

to make sense, it would have to have context,

lost like the words on the tip of my tongue, I’m sure you’ll find them later.

Cabbitcorns eat pearples, yes they do.
Cabbitcorns eat pearples, how about you?
Pearples are pears and apples combined,
With a taste so sweet, the best you can find.
“But what is a Cabbitcorn?” you might find yourself asking.
A cat, a rabbit, a unicorn basking
In the Sun’s rays breaking through clouds
Casting shadows of the three on a fair maiden’s shroud.
Through her sight, she could not see all three,
But a silhouette beside the pearple tree.
With blinded eyes, she gasped as the figure rose from the ground,
The three had become what she thought she had found.
A horn of a unicorn, the ears of a bunny,
The face of a cat, it looked pretty funny.
Little did she know of the powers it possessed,
As the sun gleamed off its glittery chest.
If she wanted to ride it, she ought to be careful,
Because you don’t bother Cabbitcorns while they eat pearples.

I watched a spider weave a web today, a web of such decision.

From branch to stem, and limb to leaf, it laced with such precision.

The zigs, the zags, the round-and-rounds, spun thin in silky thread,

this tapestry of ill intentions, from inside its tiny head.

A concept so simple, with whimsical thoughts, brings beauty to the face of the certain;

those days are gone, of playing hide-and-go-seek, quietly wrapped up in a curtain.

Only then, not now, would I be found because they could see my feet,

tangled up an unable to move, about to become something to eat.

“Tag, you’re it”, my turn to count as I secretly peek through my fingers,

“One, two”, skip a few… sewing up the hole like a Singer.

No more fun and games for me, as I sit here, losing all feeling.

Hopefully by time hunger strikes, Death would have done come dealing.

My insides slowly turn into a soup; my skin is now just a bowl.

Come feeding time, it’s not going to happen, but I wish it would swallow me whole.

It’s to be expected when the world is infected with the wicked and weak alike.

Theses traps of deceit are set to kill, even if you put up a fight.

So just keep up your guard, it’s not that hard, stand on your toes a little lighter.

You never know when you’ll find yourself caught in the web of a spider.

-pressing the pen to the paper, but the ink is dry
-no written words and an empty soul, wonder if
-dead are the thoughts, that languished in your forlorned mind
-the remnants decay, flowing forth from your eyes, still stinging
-olden times lost in white noise, challenged by the ravaged screams of futures burning
-whole cities of dreams catch fire and combust
-while I make the ignorant DO MY FREAKING HOMEWORK FOR ME!
-little soldiers hum to the beat of snarling angry tides that turn
-Warriors to the mirror, but children at heart; terrified of the thunder crashing over head
-shadows cast through wet windows, dancing down the wall
-awash in the glow of embers past the flickering of the skies, our darkness wraps around us like cloaks
-the rhyming dictionary flapping with the flames of hell….
-Looking off at the sun we wish would rise, seeing only the embers and flames before us, we must carry on
-a distorted horizon awaits us, will it be what we see now when we arrive?
-cannot fathom such woven thoughts, praise such convoluted memories
-We hold the darkness close, comforted by her, she hides what lurks waiting for us on that distant shore
-through our hearts and in our minds the darkness finds safe places to hide
-flames burning our cores, til there is a air that wafts past our existence, without sound or purpose
-embers of the never we will always know is there, alas dear dreams, we meet only when u cant b there
-the truth being hidden in plain sight to see, the flames burning higher causing death and life to spring
-thus is the perfection of brownies