Saturday, December 18, 2010

hate is in the barrel of a gun/love is in the barrel of a needle

pop a pill on your tongue
wait till that fucker hits yr system
we were the talk of the town
you and i
now we are just whispered about through cracks
they say we are just the monster that will eat your insecurities alive
lets charm the conflict diamond outta em
and leave them a charcoal cadaver
status report: hell bent on heaven sent
i am the official secretary for the mile high club
moonlit love 1000s of feet into the sky
hades keeps dead ringing me
better put pennies on my eyelids when i die
so the taxman and the ferryman get a cent each

Monday, December 6, 2010

so alfresco, baby

lazy hazy sunday noon.

orange skies
red eyes
white lies
lucid dreams in REM
we sleep inside body bags next to hearts we will never own
and we live next door to the love we will never know
stop.
put love on the backburner
you make me feel so infinite
im stuck on the math of “you” + “me”
does that equal “we”? or just wishful thinking?
i will never know what we are
(the jurys thrown out like my spine on this one)
i keep yr feet in the ground and yr head in the clouds
and you keep me in check and my mouth shut up
all i truly want is for the world to spin me away from danger

Thursday, December 2, 2010

I wouldnt call this a "relationship", more like "long distance mutual fond feelings"

dreamt last night that i fell asleep in my time zone and woke up in yours
we are all sparks and flames and passion but no “us”
why isn’t your head next to mine on this pillow already?
i got that spark back, thanks to you
i owe you the world and so much more
you pour the kerosene back in my veins
you throw the bounce back in my step
you put the glint back in my eyes
you soften the glass shards in my words
and turn them to sweet nothings
whispered across the pillows to the new lovers we moulded from ex-friends
i dont hate so hard on the world anymore now that im on the upshot of life
i guess im slightly obsessive, but it keeps me in one piece
fingertips worn down to the bone from typing sweet nothings

(you cannot envision the amount of times i have written you an email about us and addressed it to you and just left it in my drafts)