tied up

This love poem
is bound and gagged
roadside...
off the dirtiest highway.
And it’s all your fault.

the deal

her smile was real,

but her soul was dead.

what a deal she made,


with the devil in her head.

call me over baby,

let me feel the sin in your hands

Heights

I can smell the victim mentality

on your neck like a perfume
...

you wonder what nightmares

plague me and where have I been.

what have I struggled through

to make it here.

to have climbed above


the world and to stare down

on everyone like a god.

I have wanted this,
and I am not afraid of heights...

map work

Map work.
A geography of issues
that act like
the Bermuda Triangle.
If I let you in,
they’ll drag you down,
and your old self will never be found.

break hard

They call me Hollywood 

because I break hard

and mend like a motherfucker,

all sexy and full of heartbreakingly beautiful scars...

Unique

instead of holding my hand,

you wrap your fingers

around my wrist, 

pressing your fingertips

against my veins

so you can feel my heartbeat.

Pawned

Welcome to Hollywood.  
Don’t bother 
leaving anything 
better than before, 
It’ll be picked for scrap 
and pawned... 
to the lowest bidder.

Stage 5 Clinger

Stage 5 clinger.

You're my number one fan.

Everywhere I look,

you're chasing me down.

Obsessive.

Insecure.

Sick in your head.

Want my autograph?

Damn Love, just ask instead.

either way

She said,

"You're a good liar Baby,

one of the best I've ever seen.

Make me believe it's reality,

when it's merely just a dream.

But you see, leave or stay...

I don't care, either way,

because I'm too in love

to walk away..."

fuel

You're the kind of soul

Who fuels those kind of wishes 

For Hell’s existence...

detached

I want to care,

but I don’t.

I look at you

and Darling,

all I feel

is tired...

anything you want

It’s all overrated.

I just want to play 

a little game called,

“I’m the perfect girlfriend

you never had.”

And the truth is...

you’ll never have me

That’s right. 

Call me baby,

Call me beautiful,

Call me anything you want,

And I’ll kiss you

like I want nobody but you. 

Then one day...

I’ll disappear on you,

and you’ll be dying for me.

Four Eighty One

Day 481

I’m gonna 
Fight for peace 
And 
Fuck for virginity 
Then 
Gorge for hunger 
And 
Vlog for literacy

And in the end 
I’ll look those bullies in the eye
And I’ll ask 
Who’s the loser now

panoptic

I am a product,

Of your history,

And your imagination.

Every word,

You ever read,

Is about you.

And that is

Fucking beautiful.

Lapse

You said
this distance is poison
and it fucks with your mind....

we are never empty

into the woods

a blanket,

you and me.

carve our names into the trees.
 

you show me how to skip rocks

and I point out shapes in the clouds,

you paint constellations down my spine, 
tiny traces that map out where you've been.

An afternoon nap on your chest, 
wrapped in your arms,

you exhaust me with sex and passion,

you tell me I'm your everything...

I smile your favorite smile. 

There are some things

you just can't pass up,

as impossible,

absurd

illogical

and naive

as they may seem.

We are never empty...

 

limited

The way we are living

slits the wrists

of rising prayers

and we can only cut

so many veins

until the bleeding

never ever stops.