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PINK CUFFS
there`s no blood on
these hands,
but my cuffs are
stained an
uncomfortable pink.
can see it in their eyes
that they`re scared
of me,
but I could careless what
they think.
i`ve done more than not,
but never loved to
my full potential yet.
and as twenty-six grabs
at my sleeve, I`m
rethinking my definition
of regret.
i could gut my love now
and we could watch it
spill out on the floor.
then you`d know
exactly how I feel, and
either grab a mop
or take the knife
for more.
Second Guess
You`ve got me
Second guessing
My second guesses,
So I guess
I was wrong.
Sometimes I
Don`t know if
You like me
Or what to
Fight me,
And other times
I think they`re
One and the same.
I think about you
More than I ought to,
And I`m not capable
Of accurately measuring
The significance of this.
I barely know you.
Graves of My Youth
Of my youth
And cover my body
With the broken promises
And the forced smiles of
My generation.
Tell them the only
Real way out is
To go deeper within,
And that the unknown
Is nothing more
Than a cool breeze on
The way down.
Porcupine
throw a saddle
on this porcupine
and let`s ride.
no need to stick
around to see
how it ends.
we`re gone,
nothing happens.
let us go appreciate
the sunrise from
a new angle.
we`ll surrender to the
unknown as we pull
the occasional
quill from our
tender calves.
sure, it`s not ideal,
but life isn`t either,
and I pray
it never decides to be.
stay on your toes,
you get a better view.
here, put this saddle on
my back,
it`s the porcupine`s turn
to see what all the
fuss is about.
Teenage Heart
you kicked my head around
mistaking it for my heart;
a bruised ego isn`t the same
as a wounded beat.
don`t confuse my
street-punk bravado
with genuine courage;
I`m just as scared as you.
tired of chasing the
speed Queen of Chelsea,
looking for the secrets
of 1960`s love.
foreign beds in foreign places,
and the only thing I recognize
is my voracious appetite for your truth.
met my father in a dream,
and he told me he loved me.
I didn`t believe him,
but that doesn`t mean I didn`t want to.
considered giving in
to my own self-sabotaging routine,
but instead,
I stayed so you could
prove me wrong.
I`m twenty-five years old,
but I`ve got a teenage heart
that doesn`t know when
to grow up.
Don`t Pump The Brakes
your candor pulls at the stringsof my heart, and I am tempted
to pump the brakes.
my faith in love is greater
than my trepidation of hurt,
so I put my mind in neutral
and coast it out.
I don`t know where we`re going,
but it doesn`t matter anyway
as I can`t take my eyes off you.
I don`t want to miss the look
on your face when you realize
I`m not going anywhere.
I want you by my side as we
tip-toe this blurry line they call life.
I want to show you my joy and my foibles,
and I want you to appreciate
them all the same.
Take me as I am, moment by moment,
and try to love me more than you judge me.
I know this is scary,
but don`t pump the brakes.
Restless but Mindful
I gave up
on me before
you ever did.
this makes me
culpable and
you off the hook.
I bite my nails
and you bite
my intentions,
but I don`t bleed
that way anymore.
I planned my exit
before you ever
thought about
introducing yourself.
I`m restless but mindful
of my own
self-destruction.
Friendly Reminder
I spill hot coffee on my leg,
and it reminds me that
there`s something there,
beneath all that ego,
and fearing,
and rationalization,
and dogmatic nature.
logic is a whore
who spreads illusions
without consent.
sometimes the numbers
simply don`t add up:
like you and me.
so my head is at war
with my heart,
and I`m riding the fence hard
like a French jockey.
I don`t have the arsenal
to fight your intuition,
so I tattoo SURRENDER
on the back of my hand
as a friendly reminder
that I don`t really have a say
in how any of this turns out,
so I should just focus on
being more careful
with this coffee cup.
Sickening Sweet
Your manipulation
tastes like blood
in the mouth
after a hard floss,
and all of a sudden
I`m a vampire
with an acquired
taste for your lies.
You call this
your truth, while I
call it predictable
at best.
I am your
scapegoat,
and you are my
reminder that
I can be
broken.
I don`t know
how this ends,
but I do know
that this cigarette
tastes like
a distraction,
and I can`t seem
to find
my compassion
amongst the shambles
you left behind.
Your guilt
smells like rotten fruit
baked in the sun,
and there`s something
sickening sweet
about the way
you love.
How To Get Rid Of A Pesky Thought
if there`s something you
can`t get off your
mind, stay up 33 hours
straight, and it will leave
on it`s own accord.
mind you, it will only go
around the corner to the
open air café and sip
exotic blends of coffee
until ennui sets in and
summons it back to your
door.
it is up to you to secure
all entrances.
it`s a sneaky little bitch,
so keep a keen eye on all
silent moments.
repeat process no more
than three times.
if thought persists,
don`t bother seeking
professional help
as you are totally fucked.
TROU DU CUL
it`s exhausting being me.
to disappoint every person
that crosses my path
is no easy feat.
far greater minds have
tried and failed
where I succeed.
this can only be viewed
as a bad thing.
if I were a parent,
I would forbid my
children to play with
kids like me.
I would warn them about
the dangers of
assholes,
in that order.
all of my kids would be Pieces.
Aires are born mean,
although few have the
courage to take their innate
gift and hone it
into a finely tuned craft of
manipulation and control.
to be wanted and despised
in a single breath,
is to achieve
a paradoxical greatness.
to love me is to know me,
to hate me is to know me well.
i`m a fucking asshole,
but I bet you could already tell.
Summer of Love
i want to taste
your youth
at the back of my
knees.
i want to be well-versed
in all the ways
your body can
say please.
you itch like a bite
and I’m counting the
days until I can
scratch.
my eagerness masquerades
as patience, but I
assure you this won’t last.
burn me like bare feet to asphalt
on 100-degree day;
and although I’m trembling inside,
there’s not a chance I’d
walk away.
so put the bullet in backward,
and let’s melt without boundaries
to the sweet drip of this
summer serenade.
we’ll pull the trigger
on our love and watch as we
explode like a 4th of July
fireworks parade.
YOU
neck deep in indecision
with regards to YOU.
tell myself it doesn’t matter,
but we both know that`s
not true.
i`ll be the fool, and
YOU can be the noose.
my heart wants to take
the pludge,
but my head thinks
I ought to cut YOU loose.
wish YOU didn`t pull at me
the way that YOU do.
then I could isolate
myself in peace
instead of
misinterpreted YOUr cues.
YOU`ll be the end of me,
but what a way to go.
at least YOU keep me on
my toes, and that`s all
I need to know.
so I`m wading in a pool
of my own dissatisfaction
without a clue.
all I know is I`ve been dying
a little inside since the moment
I met YOU.
Tuesday Blues Day
and I`m vulnerable
like a weekend.
tried to convince myself
that being wanted
is better than
being had.
I didn`t have to try
too hard.
I never wanted the
American Dream
as an
elegant nightmare
sounded more
my scene.
i lack propriety
and you lack profundity,
and together we`re just
lacking the courage
to call this what it is,
or rather,
what it`s not.
Badge of Honor
I want to
consume you,
and sweat you out.
then explain
in a language
I don`t speak
what love
is all about.
and if you`ll
have me,
then I`ll be had.
because this hurts
too good
to ever be bad.
I know I`m saying
too much,
but that doesn`t
make it less true.
if you`ll be here
for me
then I`ll be
there for you.
I`m not trying
to complicate
this complex situation,
but my brain
views you as
a game,
and my heart thinks
you`re a mission.
so lift your hands
and take a bullet
to the side.
no one leaves
this life
without a
badge of honor
from this ride.
Bad Girl
my bad decisions
are my closest friends,
and I hold them against my breast
like a best kept secret.
it takes a lot of courage to
fuck up this badly.
I could be good,
but that would mean
I no longer have
an ally in youth.
everyone is easily impressed
by my ability to
move so freely,
but that quickly turns
to anger when I am unwilling
to throw down an
anchor with their name
engraved on the side.
they assume I have a choice.
I drift because
I have no reason to stay put,
yet they have the audacity
to label me
a heartbreaker.
they have no idea
what it`s like
to turn their backs
on everything
they`ve ever known.
too much weight on chatter
and not enough action
will lead to
unbalanced motives.
words are true
until they`re not,
but no one wants to hear that.
I watched you attempt
to merge into my life
at high speeds;
however, there`s simply no room
for anyone on this road
but me and my bad decisions.
Read In A British Accent
they drag the lakes of my heart
and come up empty-handed.
any remains of previous lovers
have dissolved like sugar into water.
sweet are the songs of the Muses,
but heavy is the chosen ear.
too much of a good thing is
only ever just a good thing.
true rebellion lies in truth,
but there`s no one to recognize
it when they heard it.
wake me up when you no longer want
anything to do with me,
and I will give myself completely.
until then, miss me as you stare at
my face on the back of a milk carton,
and convince yourself
you had a chance.
Sometimes
sometimes the boy`s not worth
more than a few tears and
sometimes the girl`s not worth
chasing past the second block and
sometimes you have to get it wrong
before you can see what`s right and
sometimes you have to cut ties
before they cut you and
sometimes the truth doesn`t hurt as much
as you`d think and
sometimes you love too much,
but it`s not enough and
sometimes you just want to be a kid
even when you`re all grown up and
sometimes you have to punch the boy
that made you cry and
sometimes you have to trip the girl
that you`ve been chasing and
sometimes we forget that being lost
is the best way to be found.
Quiet Room
I got ready to leave
but couldn`t.
there wasn`t any place
I wanted to go.
I considered the
cafe,
but wasn`t in
the sipping mood.
I thought about
the laundromat,
but was far too clean
for that.
I don`t know anyone
that could say it better
than my guitar,
or anything
more intriguing
than the stack of
Beats against the wall
of my room.
it`s hot, and the window
is painted shut,
but the rent is paid,
and somehow
that`s enough.
I got ready to leave,
and then realized
I was already where
I wanted to be.
