January 2011
12 posts
bfff
Out on rooftops we could see the world - But chose not to. Instead we saw the skilled eyed finding scores like billiard balls And girls who know better but pretend they don’t. “You know, We could probably start a life together, Have children & share the worry lines on our foreheads.” But inside we know, We’re more than likely to take home the one boy or girl, that...
blaharama
if you are ‘bad conduct’ then your body’s an internal affair payoff they will gossip on gossip until their lashes fog up that kids got candy red eyes and an indigo heart when hes rolling in flashing - hide the coke i am sinking with your memory RMS titanic she speaks in hot air with the buoyancy to keep me afloat shes busy work but i will get the job done
Adios
i hid you safe in a secret place but very bad thoughts wont stay away without me does your tummy spin like a ferris wheel set at high speed?
The Friends Of My Friends All Look Like Magazines....
I keep finding myself Stuck Hip deep sinking in my own very personal quicksand And all will be okay As long as I don’t move And I know you’re out fucking Boys with bigger wallets With arms twice the size As mine When they were only fifteen Getting to know you Is like getting in a taxi cab with no change to pay the fare Or Downing a bottle of Jack with ambien So I think...
everythings better when its forbidden.
i want to give you rug burn. i want to lurk you inside out and then. teach you how to escort me out my head. but like a president. dark blue convertible. so comon. get high on Zs and put a rush of blood between my thighs. all of the time in the world. won’t satisfy these hungry hands of mine. its three or four again. (someone put me out of it.) don’t be shy. ...
“Here’s to the kids that sleep wherever theres warm,
That have seen as...”
shes my thriller.
Terribly lifts the heads of the misfits and messes, Combing back our weekends, Until the skin stretches tired over our faces. Well the nightlights and your very highest cut dress, Should keep us busy ‘til breakfast. When it’s hotel room phones ringing out, Unwanted reprieves from gossip hungry ears, pressed against our neighbors walls, That eat at whispers of noise. We...
big plans vs the little things.
no, no it’s too late to lift my head out the sink. we could be so lonely if only you could thrill me. that hand on your compass is pointing in. so rendezvous with me its always big, big plans verse the little things. so relapse back to me. we’ve dreamt up more than we’ll ever live. if its okay with you its okay with me so relapse back to me.