Envelop Kiss Under A Noisy Cloud.

This could be my
greatest achievement, my best year
but I keep drawing blanks

and searching all the wrong
fields, because
empty and full of rain and
sun-tinged whispers

here is where I get lost.

with the sun as my compass, I let out
a cry

the sun, my compass, is falling down
it's bowing out of this fight
I've got nothing left
because

the moon has turned it's back on me
eerily similar to your
betrayal

I swear sometimes, I think the moon
and you are in sync, an
effort to
sink
me.

The Vice Suite

Your Skin

I'm too busy pulling at your ear
while your busy climbing out my window
and my heart is pouring out alongside your
midnight escape

we're defined by the constant
receiver
meet
handset
dance that
punctuates everyday
in such a timely fashion

the sound of your voice
lost on me
the sound, so faint on my ears
replaced instead by

dialtone monologues.


Your Voice

scream til your lungs bleed.
please, baby do me this favor
and tonight let's sing this song
let's sing our song
for no one but ourselves

scream till your lungs bleed
so hard that the stars can hear your cries
yeah, we'll sing until our eyes tear up
until we remember being kids

so let the wind harbor all our ill will
even in the cold, we still manage to sing
so lets scream until our lungs bleed.


Your Dreams

your personality
is measured in each confrontational standoff
each piece of paper you pull
each lock of hair you burn

all the times you lied to me
you were really lying to yourself

try to see legitimacy through silk-covered eyes
while your at it
try to sell all the
salt of the sea
to each and every kingdom

I believe in you
come back to me when you can
broken and weary
transgressed and
seared,
you still
fit into my arms all the same.

Chef Boyardees' First Annual RAVIOLI-OFF!

you're everything to me

the rain-enveloped lies that rise to and

murmur out of your lips

canvas and frame

this portrait of antiquity

and we hate people like you

but since you're honest,

to a fault

we'll forgive you

and wrap you in our coffin flavored\kisses

smooches.



Handmade Hearts

Have sympathy but don't forget to
give it your all and with these
diseased hands we'll cast out all your demons
yeah, this will be a exercise in exorcism
a group venture, to reclaim these feelings
because last time we had them
we left it on the nightstand in the dark
in the middle of the fire
silly stargazer, don't be such a lush!

Here's Your Heart, Now Give Me Mine Back...

I couldn't ask for a better day for my birthday.

It's so beautiful out, one of those days you can just escape from it all,
get swallowed by the day.

I just want to go out to some place and relax under the
sun but since we're in central illinois
that place would probably be the countryside (I don't think they know what a forest preserve is, since there can't be corn growing in it)

but that's legit, I wouldn't mind sitting out in the countryside
since there's no clouds, and nothing but me, and the sun
and the sky,
sparkling with the lucidity of the clearest ocean
or one of those pools of water you dream about when you're dreaming
about getting away from it all
and you escape to a remote place, away from remotes and phones and demands and
you stumble upon a lagoon, complete with waterfall and
water, the clearest, most beautiful water ever
yeah, that's what the sky is like today.
that's the best birthday present I could hope to get.

Restraining Order # 738658697

oh
your cheeks
so radiant

so fair,
unfair really
your complexion can
turn even the coldest
into the most selfless
compassionate
of men

and for good reason

those damned cheeks
feed into that
ridiculous smile

hiding your razorsharp
pass to
beauty
the idea of
you
being so damn
gorgeous
gets tiring.

I Miss You, Frost-Bitten Cheeks!

Oh hey, all two people who read this (hey grandma!) I entered a poetry contest. If I win I receive 5000 dollarz. Plez wish me luck.

Thanks!


Park benches and
picnic tables, scraped
knees and stupid
dreams.

XHAMTU

Outran,
outed and
pierced-through

The disappointment
is measured in the alcohol
soaked
rapid staccato
tsk
tsk
tsk's
that weep out of
my friends' mouths.

Honeymoon in the Bering Sea

Push me harder slave driver!

May my bones turn to dust,
and my skin become weathered,
until my entire body is taught
and my soul is torn.

Oh, beautiful slave driver,
tonight I ask of thee

Work me until I am nothing,
so that my heart bleeds into the
sea.

Punctured Lungs

Special thanks to Martha Warfel for allowing me to use this wonderful picture. She takes awesome photographs, and this is just small example of that. Thanks again, Martha!





Hallway Living

My favorite part was when your broke the vase.

Typical you, throwing a fit
reminiscent, of when you threw the fight
and your explanation
dripped
out of the ears of
everyone.


Another typical
night with
you.
Silent rides contained within
the intensity
of the harshest
storm.

Just another night,
blanketed under night sky
blackened, like ink.
To a destination punctuated
by flak-riddled idols,and
poisoned tongues and
hearts.

Latecomers to the Party Always Have the Most Say

To Be Sung Under Moonlight

Love-
the word balanced on her lips like a shipwreck
or the uneasy captain responsible for leading the crew to it's death
Grandiose in it's design, flawed by the very same hands
that catapulted it's importance into our psyche.

We've spent years building this, we've toiled
under unforgiving suns and across desolation,
to the places where only the wind visits,
and whispers are few and far between.

So, here on our hands, is the blood of our generation.
It was inevitable, from the start this was tinged with
the possibility of failure. And there are no need for apologies
or hand-wringing, as we're responsible for all that has happened.
And the sky cracks, much to the delight of every uninformed onlooker.

They wake up every day, and sleep every night, thinking that their
way out will make it's way into their life.
Perhaps during mid-day, maybe it sneaks in with the suns' dying gasps
at the climax of each day, right before the moon begins it's campaign.
They rest assured, content in themselves, plastered smiles and misplaced
faith.

These are the most foolish, they who buy into love. Swindled by the most treacherous con-man.



The Pieces of my Wish.

If I could,
I'd build a ladder to
that damn
star
that overlooks
my home
looking at me through my window

Eluding me,
So confident
in it's
arrogance, all the while
taunting me.

I'd climb up the ladder,
blade between my teeth
and make that damn
star
apologize

For
all
the times I fell
onto the sidewalk because
of
looking at
that damned
star.





Product Placement in my Casket

Your wish is to be dignified
keep your fingers crossed
and your heart open for
closure.

Beg and plead, then
drag
your self back home.

And I'm weak
but
I'm climbing out of your throat,
screaming
and weary.

Kidnappers Convention

Sunnydays


Drown me in the holy water
dip me with the touch
nurse me back to health
with your negilent stare
bandage, caress
encapsulate.

Put me in the ground
dig into the soft dirt
let it be your lover.

Wrench my bones
extract purpose
full history with
nosebleeds
and heartache.

Oh, what a great day
to put my entire life
in your hands.

I trust you to
not
let me down.

33 cc's of Reality

Hold Your Breath

It's not so much a matter of where or
when, but rather, (and I know this will surprise you,
maybe even knock you out of sync, oh your precious
synchronization)

WHY.

That really is the most pressing matter
question, inquiry, and the
answer

is just lying in liars hands,
yours.

Come around more often, if your
not scared

But you started these fires so what do you expect?
You come doused in gasoline and think you're welcome, but
just live your own life, what your best at
and I promise,

You'll be fine.

I Don't Resist The Bullets, I let Them Pass Through The Emptiness of My Heart.

Master Gunfighter pt 1.


The typeweriter sleeps alone tonight
in the comfort of flames.
To coerce would be a test of strength
let alone an excericse in luck.

When asked questions, one must fix their lips
and prepare for intoxication.

We must travel in this spiral
if I am to prove my love to you.

You are blind, but I have been blessed
with the vision of God.

Let us pray. A man and
amen.

Which One Of You Sold My Shadow?

Southwest Winds

//\\

We
dug through our passions
until our
bones
broke
and our
blood drained
until we were nothing
when our blood left
we were left with
this.


Waste 17 Dead Brain Cells!

We don't need no wood
to rebuild you
no, we got all the wood we need
just took you down from your
cross.
Come on, don't give me that look.
This is what you wanted!
The passion!
The excitement!
Experience! You can't trade it in
now
because you got caught.

You're miles from being on the right track.

Spongecakes!

You're not the only one with problems ya know?
-she let slip out between exhales and puffs of her symbolic suicide
You aren't the only one to bleed onto the soil,
the words mark the exit we decided to take in our quest
for sanity
maybe normalcy
but the wind stings so cold each and every night
maybe this is
wrong?

I'm fighting so hard just to hear my
own voice again
but I'm so tired
and I'm so thirsty.

Jesus' Favorite Vacation Spot.

You told the sun and
you sold my secrets to the wind
and now the sky will frown upon me
the seasons will ostracize me
the coming of night will creep over me
like death
and every day the heat will
wash over me, like the dirges of the sea
and the evenings will shun me.

Dr. Rocktopus

Season 2


Sharing dirty cigarettes
on a sun-stained afternoon
in a techni-color room
desert,
maybe in Arizona?
One of those days you write to a friend about
detailing the gaudy way the sun
imposes his will.

And write, keep writing
to the friends
that sit in their hollow
homes and melt.


Write to keep them away.

The wind blows, and you snap out of your
cloud-filled daydream
but you still feel lost.

One of these days
this room is going to be gone.
And you'll still be lost.

Making
your way
to another
dingy
techni-color tomb.

A Companion For A Loose Lipped Kid.

A Recollection of Murder and Selfishness.


For minutes,
the clock stopped.
When the calf had dropped out of our sights
we immediately assumed the worst

that restless night proved to be the scar
our scar, one we'd share
for the rest of our time
and that night
eating us alive

We've found the calf,
but he's gored on those rocks
near the shore
under the cliff
and covered by life

it seems concrete but that
deception proves
costly
and now, like sun/s/e/t/:r/i/s/e
the calf has returned

trap doors have breathed new
life
into these clay lined lungs
yes, the light has parted
and split in two
the meanings

but now we have our prize
the calf shall run free
and still be lost inside


his blood will be the hue
of contrast
on the rock of which
it will finally rest
and the sun and it's
wrath
will burn it out.

Night: Cold

Vultures are Vultures, Until They Turn Into Your Best Friends

I have this horse drawn carriage
and I'm dragging it to my grave
it's full of cement
oh the harsh unforgiving cement
as a result
my heart
the armor which could never be penetrated
gave up the ghost
and I've won the fight.