"Wouldn't that be a horrible way to die, don't you think?"

I just thought that since Tansley has not been commenting on my blogs lately, I'd put up a picture of her boyfriend. So she can ogle him and find his picture here whenever she wants to see him.

"stop smiling"

bottom lip
top lip
hips legs
feet

hands
eyes
smiles

simple sensations
complex ideas

repeat
repeat
repeat

what an ugly thought sequence

I did not think
that those three words
would ever be ones I would want
not to be said

It felt like blasphemy
although I know better than to throw that term around

the constriction in my chest
told me secrets I didn't want to acknowledge

perhaps I am just
having delusions of persecution

and I know I dreamed I could not be kissed hard enough

but whenever I hear Regina Spektor say in her song Fidelity
"kissed me so sweet, and so soft"
I wish he was not so aggressive in his kisses

I built some speed bumps
he goes over them full speed
I throw road blocks
and he is temporarily subdued

but it won't last
he will go off-roading soon enough
I'll join him

cocoa

wet hair
clean fingernails
skin skin skin
tiptoe around
separate yourself from your posessions
sit down for a while
feel pure

strum a few strings
cross your legs
be silent
smile at your self
have some water
water the plants

be pleased with the sunlight
exist without alienation
let go of conscious consciousness

and forget for a while longer

Help a brotha out

A funny [not haha] poem that kind of rhymes but with bad rhythm and repeating rhymes, which doesn't make a LOT of sense. But I felt like blogging and it popped out.

When I meandered on tip toe

Threw gardens I didn’t know

Picking raspberries right from the bush

Getting out of there in a rush

The neighbors decided they

Didn’t like me, sent me away

But I loved the berries far too much

So I came back to pick in a rush

The problems they all got solved

When my mother smartly resolved

To plant a bush for only me

Right beside our apple tree

I could eat berries all the day

Until about the 11^th of may

When I will go to bars instead

Of picking raspberries behind the shed.