photo me

she would be perfect to photograph, i think about it all the time... obsesivly becuase i am obbsessive about my pictures. The camera would eat her whole and enjoy. her eyes would be deceptively honest. her hands perfetly showing their emotions. i would say nothing and she would do nothing except to exsist. a perfect match. her long hair teasing it self as it blew around her.

Quit it!

I need this restitution... ever since I read it. I wish I could get a million songs stuck in my head so I would stop thinking about it. The "violent rip-out" - that is what I am deeming it. I guess i haven't been violent enough. Him on his knees, his eyes bulge and billowing out in the air before him, black, evil and sinister images. Tears stream from his face as it pours out. Nothing he can do to stop it. He remebers things he had loved once, words he had said in hatered and love. He tries to scream from being emotionally exhasted. It starts to slow down and finally exhumes to a stop he slumps over unconcisence.

It's like this

My eyes drop slowly down to shut... it's been a day. You came by to visit me last night. You blue-gray eyes peered around the corner searching for me. When you found me you broke into a huge smile and waited for my presence near you. Last last night i discovered the joy of smoking with you. we played with the pipe tip with our lips as our thoughts became as deep and dark as the smoke drifting around us.
I never realized how much i was, how bright and friendly i could be till the other night. i looked peoeple in the eyes to find warm guinuene sprirts looking back. i felt safe.

In design

i feel betrayed, but such is life. you see the smile but hurt behind the green eyes. asked questions are dodged with brisk answers. if i had only known... i would give you a hug and promise to be your best friend, becuase we are alike. but you moved away to be your artist.

the baby smiles and shoves his hands into his mouth, cooing and smiling in sweet, innocent bliss.

.....

i hate to ask, but then again i was looking and reading. these thoughts you didn't want to enter in my head. your past...my mistake. well, here i am thinking them. they are churning and gushing around in my head each time i take a step. they spill over the edge of my reason and trickle down to frusterate my emotions. you wouldn't listen to me but ,by God, you'd listen to them. can't i say the same things and we all come to better conclusions? i write in here because i am generically in rage. it is for you but you will never know.
The mountians- they called to me today. they called so loud my heart hurt. the yearning was so intense i wanted to to cry. i fill mountian shape canyons rising up in my soul. they are so deep i could lay on the andes and feel almost full of life. the chasms grow each day of cubicle and domcile living and the blanket laying over them chockes out the vitality as it saves the smke riddled victim. here you come you bastard of a soul i forgive myself only ...now.