What you Need
Carried gaze across your mazes marks made a crop circle in top maize,
why stay with eye shade for mind haze,
light daze to emblaze the field and the trouble it can raise.
Cold steady, steal it,
not ready to deal with,
hot metal,
steel wit.
You hear the smack of closed fist,
over load,
this is what comatose is.
Fire is frantic like this man and his antics.
It's manic but only if there's xanax.
panic attack, panic,
grab the pick axe.
Pick tracks that create feelings that need ice packs.
That's first,that's last.
Live birth,live trash.
Cell 1,
high max,
get it together it's only the memory that can withstand the past.
Held the crystallized cylinder toward the pill container,
mint tin, cigarette cellophane, it's so insane we still remember each other's name.
we blame the personality for the problems.
But the inhibitors keep the biblical figures tucked beneath visual invigor-
ration.
Pretend it's not going to bother you,
the things they all say and do and continue to contribute to their love
of substance abuse.
Refused to give up but only when their great glares turned into grey hairs forming
at the folds of their meat wear.
We wore through the floor with the intensity of stare, because all we pretend to be,
and it's unfair.
It ensnares their perception with the lesson that nothing you consume will do anything
but lessen,
the value of the body that you're currently possesin' and I ain't messin' around
when I say death's a bitch with a tattoo of a half crescent.
What happens next?
Bicep, abdominal flex,
hot breaths pitter patter while they slowly undress.
Success,
emotions a virus and it's begun to infect.
Connect the beauty marks to make nothing in particular.
Cycular, is the way the fluid flows through her.
Cycular, is the way they can get close to her.
What happens next?
Lost thoughts scattered, absolutely perplexed.
Success,
emotions a virus and it's begun to infect.
Rain drops pitter patter and into puddles they commence.
Connect the beauty marks to make nothing in particular.
Cycular, is the way the fluid flows through her.
Cycular, is the way they can get close to her.
EXEXEX
Virtuously in infinite amaze,
you said you were paid when you said we were made.
a lame account for the pages remained,
the constant desire for what had been tamed.
Blame yourself,
you can't claim your wealth is of persistant power and consistant health.
You went stealth cause you wanted to hide all the pain that you dealt.
I'm so sick of myself,
you're so sick of the help.
Wavering like kelp in high tides,
you gave more time to loose looks and thick lines.
I lost what was mine when you lost,
that was fine.
That was completely fine.
I can't.
I can notx2
I lied, you were the reason of pride,
a mark on my side,
that said the power was outward when all was inside,
the constant desire to keep in mind not to pry.
I want you by me.
I want you inside these moments that make us feel lively
we were just catacomb kids set on fire,
wired all night always dazed and completely-
I can
I can not x2
Where were those clues when we felt sorry blues,
tunes that varify and make light of bad moods,
"So enlightening, dude"
So damn frightening, dude,
the way you can come through and set fire to liars and still, silence the room.
Still silence my inner self for the way I look at you.
Angry and crafty with mind that surpassed me I couldn't say no when you
started to ask me to sit and talk nasty.
Voice sweet but raspy, melodically intact we, started to retract at the thought
of mutual feelings back.
[[Sit and talk,
or maybe take a walk to a part of this town where nobody can talk.]]
Confuddled in a mud soaked rebuttal,
we tried to be subtle,
maybe kiss, maybe cuddle.
But nothing like bliss or romantic antics can pass the first quarter.
That first rounds for apologies and a cold glass of water.
I can not help you and even if I can it's not my plan, so far as I'm concerned
it's completely out of my hands.x5
I lied, you were the reason of pride,
a mark on my side,
that said the power was outward when all was inside,
the constant desire to keep in mind not to pry.
I want you by me.
I want you inside these moments that make us feel lively
we were just catacomb kids set on fire,
wired all night always dazed and uninspired.
I can
I can't
I can't
I can not
ARCHESHER
ARCHES-HER
What's true?
You're quick to misconstrue the blatant message that I'm telling you,
compelling too,
the way you go from cool to attitude.
You're slackin' dude, who told you you'd get gratitude,
Geodude used Magnitude.
super effect, critical 7.
You were a wish granted on 11:11,
now it's the heart organ that's swellin'.
how does your chest feel?
Swallowed a bar or two cause life's just too real to deal.
The mood stone color changed from a yellow to teal.
Her eyes are like Aragonite,
their lips are touching, Magnetite,
no sense in waiting rushing only happens when it happens right. (right?)
Banging body out of sight,
in position to take flight, or make night the one and only safety light.
Now get it lifted-bless,
or maybe just get a little stressed you sifted through the problems
but only made a mess.
Compressed the emotion,
contest to the notion that your baby girl is chokin on the pillsyou kept for
coping.
They're hoping,
you are saved.
Hoping,
you'll be safe.
But nothing's safe in the path to your resting space,
better get a case,
cover up complexities in the expressions on your face.
Please.
Keep it cold air,
constantly unaware of the ungrateful care of living fare.
Just be there with yourself and your mandibles,
the ghosts of lovers past and all your underfed animals.
Treating it as costly-
but you're a mother. fucking. radical.
This is just a molotov but all you've got's a book of matches.
Gifting things and licking open scratches.
No Patches, no bandaids or salve saved to heal the wound that stabs gave.
You're mad, babe?
Are you fucking mad, babe?
That sucks to never give a fuck about the way the first touch was soft but
the second was a callous fist clutch.
You give up?
I'm good too.
Set it down and wait a few.
Forever is a few, right?
