My writing is a sure curse that is coursing through my veins, causing me to shake unstably apart. The words are exploding forth from my joints and jaws, pens and my claws, no matter what I do; my words simply walk right through. My words stampede through the dust, trampling right over the trust. My paranoia grows with every morsel, every letter, and every line. My head splits in an asymmetrical fit, sending shivers to tackle my spine. I writhe and curl, spit and hurl, as words ooze out. Breat...

City fights under iridescent lights runs a parallel thought around my thoughts. They chase and bend, to space again, then simply fall into orbit. The cries of the high are cries of our time, moaning like lazy fools. Waste what they have, keep in touch with themselves, laugh, laugh, and die. It makes me cringe when I know I’m binging on the words of Emerson. Because although wise and true, he didn't follow through in his time. His thoughts were submersed in time, with cardboard and pages, to c...

A tire iron. Metal and frigid. Speaks in bars. Shakes your car. Hopefully fixable. A broken tire. But this electricity, is might fine. Nervous nerves fight spasms of spasms in an electric chair. But this is unending, spilling forth from its containers. My thoughts are gasoline, not figuratively, quite literally. I spill forth a flammable material of the wildest type. A material that causes beyond flames, but spits riddles and rhymes, beauty in time, words of the simplest kind. Not a match is ...

Where I'm at, Defiantly and prosperously smiling, It seems, I'm gleaming with my personal accomplishment, Of a fleeting idea. I am shocked. I am at AWE! How could this be torched so speedily, ghostly familiar, yet paranormally burning it all down? I set everything on cruise control, and drove to the highway with double vision. My driving alone was a deeply derived idea of my pure contempt at the recent rivalries and the revealing of the rectified reoccurrences. I had become a dramatic display...

Rose petals, and good wine, are sure signs, of rich times.

I think thinking logically is against the nature of thinking ... logically. Height, Width, Length, and Time all measure something. It's either a square or a building, but what about a culture, or a feeling. In the American Language, describing something in this way would be a metaphor. Maybe I don't understand some things but shouldn't there be a word for everything? Is it possible to have an indescribable feeling? Aren't you describing the feeling with the use of the word indescribable? I gu...

Yesterday, I was walking to a diner from my mom's optometrist. She had just received a call from my sister, saying that her amniotic fluid was low and the baby was bruising itself. It was hurting itself thus, hurting her. The baby was throwing a temper tantrum and destroying itself. But, she is going to spoil it. She'll buy it sparkly loud toys, she is going to work double shifts to provide that infant everything it could want, and it is going to take advantage of her. I turned around to go b...

I tend to have, Intense bursts of hope, Words dripping out of my head, Lines falling out of my eyes. My memory hold strong, Despite recent attacks, Keeps my responses timely, And my thoughts gently flowing. A spawn in space, A different time, different place, And I would be hell-bent, On reaching out to you. I could be shooting heroin, Into my veins, Or blocking my brain, With large piles of cocaine. But instead, I was born with thought, Complex and quite different, Writing words with intense...

Like a mass of swirling Tan, the people will organize under one cloth. Like a tornado of endurance, they will do what it takes. Like a vacuum of nationalism, these people, gain a vision. They can run under a superior power and dominate scattered unfocused governments, and will get what they desire. This vision, is epic.

Something so simple, Sidewalks and sidecars, Satire, Soliloquy, and simile, Smiles for smiling souls, Shake the sturdy streets, Sends shivers streaming south on the spine, Showing something so simple. Something so shallow and sad, Summer stays so short, Some sunnier, some saving skinny sunsets, As something so simple.