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

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

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)

i just wanna cut off all my hair and mail it to you. thats all.

i always said i will be forever young and dumb and full of love
but my youth up and left and i pretty much hate every(one/thing):
so now i am just plain stupid.
then you came along and stayed for a song
i was left me spinning and catching my breath
white flags are waving under my skin and i want to give myself up to you
trying to purge my senses from you
trying to forget you, truly
but you trip me up and throw me heels over head in love
and with a busted lip and bruised knee, i just put my chin up and smile...
Love.
its kinda hard to come by
and its even harder to get away from
"i only want what i cant have"
you are unobtainable
it breaks my (purple) heart to admit it to myself
grit my teeth.
save face.
stockpile up all the hate from forcing myself to move on
and dump it on the ones i love


"te amo carnal"

the pot calling the kettle black

you spin pirouettes on my common sense,
i only wanna work a little number on your buckle.
love these days is a game of guesswork.
not like clockwork. not like chess: cool, calm and collected.
it is
- burning love notes into suburban front lawns
- spinning kicks x floor punches
- the dead poets society
- punching princeton boys in the mouth
- jazz cigarettes on lover's floors
- curb stomps
- crushing on whoever calls you out
- shitty poetry and lyrics made from misery
- fuck you's and fuck you right back's
dirty teens with broken fists, wrists and teeth.
we are all 21st century Monet's. street art masterpieces.
swapping scuff marks for a shiner.
and- fuck- we wouldnt have it any other way.

KINGDOM CAME

we are all just starfishes,
laced with scars upon scars from all the times we ripped each other apart

excerpt from "This Is Mutiny"...

(this is basically just a taster from a book ive been working on...
its kinda just a collection of my writing. enjoy, fuckers)

"oh baby, you dont know how you glow in the dark"
sipped on intimacy from all the young couples putting on a fuck-show
100 kids and i am truly alone
665 thoughts and i am one drink shy of being the devil's best friend
me to the bottle: "i have a diamond hard liver"
wake up and caffienate myself out of it
but i guess i never was really in it much to begin with
just too damn busy having a head rush
swapping saliva at a chance at love
"you are a drug and i want you in my veins"