So, speaking of fire
I'm burning.

There's a crash of twenty souls in here,
And a constant slide of land after land after land
And the wrist falls upon the neck
And checks to see if the truth is really there
But the heart beats, and so it must be alive
She says so and so it is
But this volcano erupts anyway
Because I've lost the limelight.

God damn.

I'm trying to leak ink onto the computer
But my god damn pen's backed up
And my god damn mind is fucked up
And my god damn fingers don't like to type
I'm trying to write a few somethings
But my god damn imagination is quarantined
And my god damn thoughts are marginalized
And my god damn feelings are quelled
I can't write anything
'Cuz my god damn everything doesn't work.
God damnit.

:( :( :(

I'm dependent on your voice.
I look to your presence for guidance.
When you don't call me,
My face is butchered with contortions,
My eyes are saturated with emotion,
And my insides fight each other.
Your voice is my IV drip,
And I slowly begin to dwindle when I don't get mine.
So don't kill me, love.
Please, don't kill me.

The g word.

Little ugly children are the most disgusting things I've ever seen. Their guts are grossly grotesque, and the children always grow profusely. Their heads start to become all jangly, and their eyes always gel over in class. It's incredibly disgruntling to see an ugly child sitting, dangling, off of the edge of your rooftop. I don't know if this degrading act has happened to you, but the children always gurgle over my head, and it's incredibly disgruntling. It makes me cringe when grossly large children gorge on food, when they already have gracious pockets of it in their skin. Just makes me gag.

A little on Anger.

The soul lights the fire
And the chest holds the embers,
And the beast licks it fingers
As it rips apart the carcass.
And the hole grows larger
And the shade grows deeper
And the brow hangs lower
As the clouds grow cloudy over the untouched stream,
You look inside yourself to find nothing but steam.
And the kettle's sides are tickled with warmth,
As the steam rises and bellows forth.
When something inside has been especially slashed,
The ropes on the pulley are severed and dashed.
Down falls the elevator, and it sinks into a pit,
And demons fly up and climb all over it.
For it's not until you scream,
That you feel your heart gleam.

I'm angry; they affected my graffiti.

Graffiti is the extension of your imagination on a wall
And is to feed your pride
To expand your creativity
And unleash your penned monster
To quell the spirit of a graffiti animal
And hold superiority over them is a crime.
Graffiti is a part of the soul
And must be treated like a child
So next time you kick us out,
Remember, you assholes,
That graffiti can be written on any face.

A night
And the stars are bright
They're light
And the fog is right
I sit
Beneath a yellow tree
With it
Laughing at me.
A smile
That surrounds my eyes
A child
In me that cries
To beauty do I say:
Death
Do we part.
Human
Is the start.

Little bunny foo foo ridin' on a forest like ant a breevity and holding the the woods. The alittle baby came and the dame the tourist fairy and sad LITTLE BUNNY FOO FOO YOU ONLY GET ALITTLE CHANCES AND IF YOU GO OUT OF THE THING THAT GO AND FEAR FOOS I'MGONNA BASH YOUR GRANDMA.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Edgar Allen Poe is like a writing desk
Edgar Allen Poe wrote on a Raven
If something sometimes comes after you,
Then sometimes monsters won't offer you hospitality
Because little blue oranges
And sky
Like a winding little birdie
Conk shells
And red lights
And blaring silver sentences
GALLOPING
GALLOPING
GALLOPING
GALLOPING
Lollipop
why is a raven like a writing desk?

Butterfly in the sky
I can go twice as high
Take a look.
It's in a book.
Reading rainbow.
I can do anything
take a look
its in a book
Reading Rainbow
I can go anywhere
Reading Rainbow
Reading rainbow

Ughh.

The keys on my fingers go
tap tap tap tap tap
And I punch in the black keys
I put in my life here
And I expect to be compensated
These things aren't related

My eyes are bleeding
From my fingers going
tap tap tap tap tap
And I look at my feet
Which laugh tap tap tap tap tap
I put a little brown bag

Wrong in the code.

I'm nauseous
And my stomach's down
I've been walkin'
All over town
I been tryin'
To find me you
You keep trying
To fly the coop

But I sat down
And I felt it
And I filed down
And I melted
And I kicked it to the curb

It's a calm day
And the water swells
It's a hot day
The bronze statue melts
And I feel it
The little beat of drums
And I can taste it
It tastes like gun

But I came down
And I felt it
And I filed down
And I spellt it
And it came along on the road

The tambourine hits on the leg
And my brother thought I was brave
For coming down along the way
To see if you were there with my heart to spare
Girl you left you weren't there

And I came down
And I felt it
And I filed down
And I spellt it
And it came wrong in the code

So if you find me
I apologize
For the wrong thing
That makes the river die
And don't cry
It came wrong in the code