body limps on crutches, old ladders of belief and pride
melting, dripping through the age of old wood
pool reflective of it in whole
the screams of fears, the call for hope
the remains are splashed against concrete
no belief, no support
done with reason to beautify
done with reason to communicate
never looked at
never pondered on
here to love to hate you
here to stay to leave you
justify for you
steal breath beneath you
steal words within you

Humanity

Wild creatures are released upon the streets
Their sneers, growls and wet lips smack
All gone mad and all attack

Apply everything with good intentions.

All I can ask is "Why?" and then understand I will never know.

if you were a fruit

i'd press you to my lips

lush is your touch

my teeth i'd sink in

Mmm mm take a bite

Chomp chomp chew me up

Gulp gulp swallow me whole

Burn the paper that has the power.

Burn the prejudice that has the means.

Burn the pride that has you tied.

Burn the idea that you are less.

Burn the idea that you are best.

Feed the flame, the siren she'll dance, dance, dance!

I'll wear you around my neck, let you fall into the crevice of my breast and there you'll swing softly with my breath. I cannot see you now my friend, the earth she spreads her limbs-but when I face my eyelids your face is there again. History repeats itself, this I hope is true, perhaps someday we'll meet again my love, just me and you. I've learned in order to get close you must leave and stand afar, I'll wait for you in admiration wherever we go, wherever we are.

Beyond the beauty that the flower holds

Past the moves in which her petal folds

Lies the roots in which her thoughts expand

Spreading madly through the debris of sand

Try to acknowledge what soaks beneath you

Before you pluck what you can speak to

I run towards you, my refugee, where are you in the shadows? The depth of darkness engulfs you, swallows you whole. Where are you my love? Blurred in black is all I see, unfamiliar you've become, who are you? I feel you caress my face, your long fingers stone, they move down to my breasts and then you pull me in. Filth. (I am) Disgust. (You say) I can't see you. (Right in front of me) I try and speak under panting breath, words you push away from your ears. (I love you) You turn away once your done taking, I'm left in a cold white pile. I see you, death is painted on your face and the lack of life in your eyes. I am nothing. You feel nothing, nothing is something.

Never risk your self-worth for someone who won't risk anything on you.

I am a tiny bit of everything.

I was born, I hope to live and I will die.

A document will define my "education", which will then define my "intelligence", my job and then "my worth".  Those things don't matter.

All the things we do are a yearning for human connection, acceptance and status.  Perhaps we should stop worrying about the middle-man and be true to ourselves.  Aspire for achieving what we really love rather than money.  Take a look around at the riches we have already been given, the sun and the dirt, you and me.   

We are a tiny bit of everything.

I have just returned from the past, I took it upon myself to venture to wherever I could find you in my mind. I saw you lying on a hill, plaid covering you, lying on a blanket that would hold us for months. Ants were crawling up my arm and the sun was peaking through branches upon us. I think that may have been the first time I realized I loved you. I go back there often maybe someday you'll join me.

IDIOT-ICY.

Sometimes you have to turn off your brain and just do what feels good.

feeling aroused.

subdued in your room, a film of blue, consume me entirely.

My undressed letter,

The words I address trip over my lips, I'm unable to transmit my sincerity.  My pain comes off too rabid and suddenly I'm infantile.  Never did I conceive of the idea for you and I to be so loosely knit. I can hear your eyes sounding so disdained and see in your words the look of revolt.  I await for the chance to acquire who you are, I can't seem to get rid of the idea of not knowing you.  My breath is held when I approach you, will you knock me down again?  I'm always standing back up infront of you.

WORD VOMIT.

Stop giving your life limitations, stop being so full of pride--this is now, this is it.