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Googly Eyes

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-iT started
With a look,
Which proceeded
With a kiss.

-iLove when magnets
Connect,
iT makes up
For everything missed.

– God is real
And heaven is,
Our souls
interlocked Lips.

– breathing you out
Breathing you in,
With our arms
In a tight grip.

– I don’t want to
Let go,
Just incase this is
Something I’m dreaming.

– I’m always in awe,
When fare Angels
Dance with this
Demon.

— cut & paste
To the cloud,
Where we float
As we lay.

— Oh how the
Hours draft by,
Us in different positions
Yet we stay.

— heart to heart
Cheek to cheek,
Beat to beat
Face to face.

— sinking deeper
And deeper,
Into each other
Your weight is all my weight.

— new but familiar steps
May god bless,
Every chance
That we take.

— iT’s so perfect
I’m so sure,
The devil
Is on iT’s way.

— Tearing me from
The tears of sweet-bliss,
And the lake
That iT made.

— back to the googly eyes
That are forever sealed,
After a touch of you
Leaves me in my wake.

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Death is too slow

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For those
That still
feel.
Know.
That there is still love.

For the pulse
That still beats,
You’re alive
And doing well,
Above.

those
That know not
The gentle
And the,
sweetest of touch.

I impatiently
Seek the magnet
That will hopefully
Shut me
The F*** up.

Sour Grapes of the lonely

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I’d be lying
If I said;
Tonight I’ve
Only had
One sip…

Lying
Among the many things,
That pour out
From my
Curved lips…

Bitter
Inquisitions
Can wait
With rich tastes,
As sweet as this…

Now drunk
With
Eager “love”,
I demand an
Aggressive kiss…

But With no one
Around,
I laugh out loud
And just,
Hiss…

Casper the…

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As I attempt
To find a difference,
I also search
For something more.

Seeking the traits
Of those, That are gone,
Like an habitual
Anxious chore.

I’m seeing
The same ol’ thing,
Further straining the eyes
That quickly sore…………..

Why do I
Miss you so,
Why do I
Find you in others?

Why do I hate iT
When I find iT
If at worst
We were lovers.

You caught the bug
Well before I
& by the time I
Caught it, it was over.

The memory of you
Is enhanced with strong drink,
Further pushing me off
Of sober………..

My eyes,
They play tricks,
Or you’re everywhere
That I AM.

You get prettier
Each time
Dragging me deeper
Into damn.

What unfinished business
Do I have,
I don’t
understand.

Lost is the ghost
That isn’t ready to leave,
The in-between of this
Slow dance /Forbidden land.

Picking flowers

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She loves me
She loves me not,

She at the very least
Has to Find me
Somewhat
Entertaining,

But there
in which
Stands boldly
the caveat.

Too much
Of a good thing
Smothers

And when nervous
I tend to do that
a whole lot.

Coy
is the name
of the game,

Making a scene of chess
Out of lovers
Who are too afraid
Of the “love me not”‘s

Oh Won’t You Be My Neighbor

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I keep
my self busy
To
distract
the holy lonely.
I try my best,
Not to
think of you…

The itch
scratches at me
Like it’s my
one & only.
So like
an old habit,
I reach
for you…

The past visits
with
temptation
baring gifts.
Giving me
the feels,
Like I got
nothing better to do….

I sit and I stare
As I
adore you
At work,
You never
Look back.
Making me worry
what I mean
To you…

I look into
The mirror
Reflecting my
Thoughts
a bit deeper,
And no one
can prove
That they’re not true…

So like
A good
Neighbor
Who stitches
Dreams
& concepts together,
i can’t picture
Any sweater
That’ll fit me
Much better
Than you….

Open Letter: the first step

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Decisions shouldn’t take
forever and a day
to make.

Especially
for that of which
Has a clear expiration date.

It’s either you do
Or you don’t.

There’s no thin line
Between love and hate.

If one gives you
all of their heart
How long
do you expect them to wait?

With wide open arms,
Clear conscious
And
a smiling face.

Half the battle
is not knowing
If the heavy yoke
Is worth the weight.

That takes
& drags you
down a road
That you wouldn’t
normally take.

Confusing
Kindness for weakness
Making a fatal mistake.

A show & pony facade
Done only to lighten up
The plate.

That’s over saturated
In non nutritious fat
Like food served at a Buffett.

Taking in only what you see
As if the truth
Was up for display.

Life takes a bit
To settle in
And you can’t really force fait.

But do what you
Need to do
Just know that it’s getting late.

Shit or get off the pot
Before you lose
Feeling In your legs.