Brain Sister.

Conjoined at the head,
The flower-haired girl sees it all.
Put to the test,
A far distance will be produced between the sisters
Yet,
Nothing will phase them.

Turn me

Locks of hair brush upon arms

Tickles form as spiders dance across pale surfaces

How I wish those ringlets were yours.

red eyed devil

what's the need for anger

just a small glass of spilt milk,

makes you fall out of your own mind.

eyes turning red

face wrinkles beyond imagination 

unwanted company hidden behind lies and excuses

admit your feelings,

the only person upset by this situation. 

Doubts,

I have doubts.

bzzzzz

bzzzz.

the sound that rings through my ears

reverberating throughout my body

as the once waved and lengthful black locks gently fall to the ground

slowed by gravity

they float like feathers 

detaching from the once uplifted bird

now lifeless

free falling to the hard cement suburbia.

Long ago there once was.

A child with an imagination none of us could imagine.

His room a fine palace,

The walls peeling with victorian papers

The floors covered with archaic rugs.

Creatures of myriad assortments 

So minuscule one needed a microscope

So immeasurable you could not measure the size

So bright there was no chance of eye contact

So dark you were afraid to gaze

The child ruled this palace

Not alone but with every other fellow

They directed themselves

The weather

The clocks

The light

The living.

Things soon became harsh

Disagreements of the plenty

Arguments thrown around like stuffed dolls,

Things became harsh.

The child established frustration

Anger

Sadness.

With every blink, his friends began to vanish

He became befuddled

Attempts at keeping his eyes spread wide

Only causing pain and impoverishment.

The fluttering of lids begins, the friends reducing,

Reducing

Reducing.

Scared, the boy closes his eyes

Retreating into the darkness where there is no loss.

Opening the lids, revealing a pair or darting marbles,

A blank and empty bedroom appears.

Nothing is living,

Only a bed, scattered clothing upon the white carpets.

Things have been this way ever since

Yet to see the friends that once existed.

Now only a figment of the imagination he once had.

Long ago there once was

A child with an imagination, 

beyond this mans imagination.

Steady

My hands are shaking,
rattling as though chains are being broken
Clenched apart with those thick metal pliers of yours
Pieces fall in the process,
never able to be retained.

Now

these feelings I am unable to decipher
existent since we exchanged compliments
they linger
will not fade away
attempting to distance my thoughts
only having them become stronger,
more forceful
more gut wrenching

drums of a tribal gathering beat quickly in the distance
my heart is pounding
so fast as if to almost fall from my chest
onto this aged concrete
staining the ground
leaving behind blotched burgundy
for everyone to see

my thought will not leave
I can not get away
I have tried,
yet there is no want to
not anymore.

Distance

He offers the perfect pebble,
shined and shaped
she accepts.
The two suited mates intertwine,
black and white only seen
the bodies lost in the draw

She leaves
the time to venture is here
these scaled creatures needed for healthy life
He waits where she once was
sitting
warming the wonder created between them.
He sits
and he waits

She returns,
with once an empty sack
now filled to the brim
They meet eye to eye
love never lost

Blossoming futures
new experiences
The two will stay together forever
nothing will change for the world

Nothings

Wind whipping across fragile skin
Those minuscule angels speak out
Loose and fringeful twine overlaps one another
Thrown across that silhouette
Events become dreamful
Lost from reality
The labrynth of time
Clarification was lost between ties

Dwell.

Move past, beyond this fork in the road.

Do you not see the "No U-Turn" sign?

I eyed it right when I arrived here.

You, you didn't.

We're not yielding.

There's no red light,

not even a yellow.

Everything is green to me,

I want to move ahead.

Past this fork,

past this light.

Onto the sparkling cement of the big city roads.

Where the night and day is full of life,

it never sleeps.

I want to get away from this rural area,

where everything slows.

Things lose joy, turn dull and impolite.

We're at this stoplight,

in-between the town and city.

The light is green,

and I'm already driving.

I can't wait here with you for forever.

.//./..

candle wax dries so fast once taken from the main source of heat,
i wish my tears you caused did the same.

nights//

The crowd is restless, and they have been for the past hour and a half. Nothing can soothe this craving; not even the fairly decent openers. We’ve all been waiting in silence for over 30 minutes, except for the murmurs of hushed voices. Finally the lights begin to dim, and that oh so familiar introduction begins to play. I can’t even hear my own screams, all the voices behind me are completely deafening. The silhouettes of four men appear in front of me, not even ten feet away. If I weren’t this aggressive, I would have never gotten to the front. Thank goodness. The blaring lights shoot back on, perfectly framing the faces of my own personal gods. Then, the voice I’ve heard so many times speaks: “Hello, we’re The Matches.” The screams and hollers are even louder now. The lights begin to flash brilliant colors, as the music breaks out in full and the men begin to jump, dance, run and swing their instruments all across the stage. This sound begins to fill my ears, the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. My mouth forms the words that are floating through the air, the beautiful verses that only geniuses could think up. Everyone’s dancing, including me. The smell of sweat begins to fill the room, but no one even cares to pull out some freshener or light a few candles. The sweat shows the signs of happiness and fulfillment, something you can only get from the feeling of being at a show like this. The dancing is out of control, and although I can’t see it, I know somewhere in the back is a mosh pit filled with energetic teens and adults ready to punch whoever, wherever in the face. The time passes by so quickly, they’re already on the eighth song. How I wish we could slow down time, just for these specific nights. The song begins to approach the instrumental segment, and the devoted fans know exactly what they’re supposed to do. Slowly but surely we all begin to squat down to the ground, getting lower and lower with each beat of the song. “There’s a sick little suicide in all that we do, you decide which ones for you,” We all repeat the lyrics back to those four men, bouncing up and down on our toes while waiting for our cue. In one instant, we all jump back to our standing position and begin to dance sporadically, kicking and singing along. Not everyone admits it, but this is the part of the night that we’ve been anticipating. It’s as if we all know each other, have been friends for a long time, and decided that we wanted to have a close-knit party. This mine as well be the case, for all these people feel as if they’re family. The last few songs play, and we scream again and again for an encore, which we always get. The pelvic thrusts are perfectly timed, as these relatives know, of course. Once these men leave and the lights go black again, we begin to spread like ants that lost the smell of their trail, meeting up with other friends at separate ends of the room. For that short amount of time, it seemed like nothing else mattered. There were no restraints, and our minds were as close as our awkwardly positioned bodies. It was amazing while it lasted, and I can’t wait ‘till the next time when our bodies and minds will meet again.

feel.

Things are changing,
we're growing apart.
I dont want us to,
but it's starting to seem inevitable.
The constant fighting,
the rolling of your eyes.
It hurts me, and I've told you that.
Yet you just turn the story around;
making everything that's occured my fault.
I already owned up to my mistakes,
I've been more cautious,
I've changed.
I changed for you.
Have you done the same?
I honestly can't tell.
You have become a different person,
not for the better but for the worse.
Someone that i barely know anymore.

It used to be like looking in a clear mirror,
but now theres dirt and mud and hurt smeared everywhere.

Who are you?
Answer me.

Why do you say such crude things about others,
then pretend to be their friend?
Or are you truly their friend,
and you just say horrid things behind their back?
I fear you do the same to me.

late nighters.

In the past 48hrs,

I've slept a slight and uncomfortable three.

oh joyous, joyous day.

how i love insomnia and bed-hoggs.