touch.

boys with arms like ropes tying me up.
boys with eyes like satellites watching me all the time.
boys with hearts scarred for life, boys with bruises and wounds I can never heal.
boys with infinite sadness and golden souls, begging on their knees.

I want to conquer them
love them
hate them
adore them
run away from them.

but I never learn my lesson.

the prince of thieves

it wasn't the same without him

they respected him like a god
and loved him like a family member

and yet he was the loneliest boy in the busiest room

moving through all his admirers like a ghost
lovers and poets and musicians all made him their muse

but he just preferred to live
in total isolation

how did they not know
that he was so lost
between heaven and the black abyss?

when they were so shocked to find,

he ended his life
with a quick swan dive
into the ocean

and the ocean,
knowing who he was,
embraced his body so enthusiastically
like two reunited lovers, pulling him deep into that blue eternity
where he just became nothing but a passing thought
on the minds of all those who once adored him.

last night i dreamed you were a robot.

soul music plays on my radio
while I'm fixing my makeup
the cat wants to bid farewell
staring at me from his personal hell
the clock ticks away
inside my frozen belly
the world is spinning inside
this rotating wheel
of love & hate and all emotions within that range

all the clowns disappeared in a strange cloud
of all the world's miseries
including its cruel histories

bring on those spectacular collisions!
we recorded them by brainstorming
in this empty vessel of humanity
all sliding through the veins, the wires, the chain link fences
and we've made incredible messes
for the masses,
cause the message never got through

i was overtaken by the biting curiosity
while fixing my make up
on a Friday night while the cat sat and could tell
that we were all just wanderers
living inside our personal hell.