Lytic Cycle

He's a simple little boy with a harsh complexion
He thinks that he's haunted with some condition
Something about not being able to touch your daughter
And feeling her through man-made appendages

See, the thing that hurts him most
Is not being able to get close
to the girl he wants to call his own
He just wants to go home

She's just another girl that there's no chance of
Learning about her feral incandescent love
Killing himself to use up everything she has
The symbiote he wishes to become

The room is sterile, is it too unbearable
to watch him throw a fit?
For soon he'll be engaged for permission
Performing super soul total fission

Breathing on the windows wasting his time.

Two Words

(Based on a short story we read in class by Isabel Allende :P)

They're falling on me, whispered into existence
The load bearing beams of my sanity
are shattering from their deliverance
Impairing the sense of my dignity

Collapsing on the floor
Daydream sweats disturb my routine
I can't get these words out of my skull
Etched into the eyes that never bleed

I'm falling, dissolving
Another meeting prepared for me
I'm tired, of lasting
Without hint of her beauty

Captivated isn't the right word, please excuse my ignorance
"Can you sell me the words for a speech?"
There was no reason to smile, little did I know about her hands
Can you repeat what you said to me?

Please free me, release me
Please stay with me tonight.

Fridge Magnets

Rearrange as you please:

They say love's the only rule
and my heart is no exception
but you know what they say about rules
is that they're meant to be broken

--

If you said that you'd never know, then you'd be lying
If you said you couldn't imagine something that satisfying

--

Half worked half to death; to sleep I owe much debt
Chock full of brain dumps every day
Coupons to help me save on; Angels disguised as my dawn
Every day is the same fill in the blanks.

--

These secrets that cause me grief
beyond belief
of what I thought I wanted to be

--

Drying wet cotton at the back of my throat
Drowning in the doubts of my peers
Tattooed on my chest, melodramatic heart break
Silence as they lent me their ears

--

Strangled by a dog leash and
dragged back down to hell
Pushed to tears as the moon commands the sky
Stuck in my bedroom looking at the same patterns
over and over again

--

I'm a detective on the weekend
I'm totally free with an astrick
Check out my ad and check out who I am
If you're falling over then I'll be your man

--

What would you see now?
Would you scoff and roll your eyes?
while Wearing your preppy disguise?
But ma'am you're nothing new to me
a die hard in an action series

Secret on the Sahara

(I write too many of these...)

It's past my time to go to bed,
But that can't keep you out of my head.
I've got my eyes peeled
And kept my lips sealed
In order to moderate my self control.

Strangled by a leash called sympathy
Luck has nothing to do with me
How's it going with Life?
I hear that he's a nice guy
But my tongue's got me tied up with no R's to roll.

I'm drawing lines in the sand that don't exist
I'm walking over tripmines all the time
Luck has nothing to do with anything
Abandonment comes to those who wait in line

I've given you full promises
Now give me a full sedative

Recipe Poem

School assignment...

Prepare materials:
Hardware, software, nerves, and curves
Measure with time, calendar recommended.
Pre-make calendar to prepare for the worst.
Build base with a previously made recipe
Friends and family found to work best.
Start with frustration, sprinkle angst.
Add the essence of intelligence.
Lace a pound of muscle, that’s all that’s needed.
Set up the heart for house and home.
One ounce of humor, allow room to expand.
Two cups of music scales for bone.
Eye of newt to increase normality.
Fill one stomach with butterflies
Make sure mind is secure.
Mute infatuation and white lies.
Scrape off darkness and despair.
24 inches of attention span.
Mix Eastern influence until blended.
Pour complete mixture into pan.
Heat with Fahrenheit until 98.6 degrees.
Let sit in front of Halo 3 for several days or until fully developed.
Best Served Sparingly, remember to say please.

(Dis/En)couraged

I don't know what it is.
My jaw is falling apart and my eyelids are sticking.
I can't put my finger on it.
I'm twisted inside and the gears don't seem to be clicking.
Call it empty happiness,
There's no escape from cracked eggs and disgusted faces.
Perfect moment with pauses,
Chattering veins accelerated at dumb paces.

I can't make up my mind,
I thought I ran out of time?
Am I the angel or the ex?
Your blessed fate or the regrets?

Rumble Strips

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
No.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
No, make it stop.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Please don't say it's true.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
No...
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
I wish I could do something, but I'm too tired, too weak, and it's too damn early.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Seriously? The birds aren't even up yet.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Stop looking at me with that face, it's not as if that'll change anything.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
What the hell are you pointing at?
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Whatever.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

It's times like these I wish my life was more original.