snacks and juice boxes
boxes of multi color
cars racing on carpets
licking surgary crumbs off my fingers one by one
my best friend was a girl of very few words
if any at all, her words escape me at this moment
but her smile i will always remeber
the way she looked down afraid to show emotion
how she couldn't stand in front of the class even for a few miniscuial moments
she didn't talk but I know she listened
and I chatted away enough for the both of us
Mary Margaret
she is unforgettable
unforgettable like a first friend
saturday cartoons in boy pajamas
falling off bikes and getting back on
naked barbies in dark rooms on top of pink floral sheets
little hearts on pages and dreams of hugs
everything is sunny until loneliness sets in
snacks and juice boxes always over too quickly

skin deep

She ran through the night
toward her past a dim light in a black hole
when the only true love she had is gone
she washes the blood away with dirty water
only a dial tone on the end of the phone
a muffled sound underneath her tears
be strong young one
flowers can grow from bloody water
look at your glowing chocalate skin

In the end

It seems as though the sand has run out
and everyday there is a sign
that soon everything you thought will vanish with the others
ideas of fear they've instilled in us
flashing images filled with blood
but no one wants to grow old
forever young idolized
andolescence renewed
though wisdom comes with age and time
frightened into our giant empty rooms
by a god who will never love you
unfulfilled spaces
scab like old wounds
I can't tell you what will happen
but I know today i feel fine
and fuck tommarrow if it comes

waiting for love

Latley I've wanted someone
someone waiting naked in my bed
after long days of obligations and harsh words
i want to feel your soft skin against mine
cuddle with you into the night
the quiet sounds of summer
our heavy breathing
having finished the internal connection
experiencing love
I am young but even still the thought of such a treasure
diminishes daily
I'm not even looking
I have no list of qualities to check off
presumptiously all i have is an idea
a scene, a feeling
someone so wonderful they make you nervous with insecurity
the unexplainable comfort of lying in someones arms
under the night sky feeling safer
the I've ever felt
the complete fulfilliment of finding your souls match
the sparkling kiss and not the sloppy makeout
the lioness sleeps alone in her vacant cave

vacant space

i thought i missed you
but what i missed is the affirmation
the safety and the warmth of...
LOVE
love has come and gone but heart break hasnt budged
closure cant exist
until someone can fill this space
something
or anything
desperation to fill complete again

his old shirt

Under all the odds and ends
I found your old black shirt
smelling s if you wore it yesterday
I imagined your soft lips and giant feet as you lay
tossled in my sheets
I wonder what your doing on this hot summer day
clothes sticking to you like a wet napkin
your probably with another
leaving behind pieces of you to be remebered
I guess i shouldnt call
i wrestle with the idea

she lived in the woods for a couple of days
masturbating to the filth in her head
cleansing her mind of Sundays torture
robes made of burlap sacks
shiny rings of fools gold
falling asleep to Gods voice
playing in her head records
reaching your potential is being happy with just you
and the trees
let go of the lights of the city
look back and fear your stone heart