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gleeful reflex, starts with the grabbing of a hand, a human boomerang. dance it out like a ping-pong. spin that psychedelic map on the back of your soul. what a lovely example you set. hence, I follow your intuition, not mine. get swallowed by quicksand & it chews me nice and clean. chuckle in the ear of death, make its day make its day while the owls hum their lullabies somewhere deep in a forest that I would love to call home. neon lights, stay. no one likes to be alone. make me sober in your alcoholic embrace please

They watched him, anxiously; smiling so intently he could feel their eyes cutting the shapes of desire into his skin. But he shook away their distracting love and folded his limbs into perfect forms like an opening flower, closing his eyes. The old man cocked his head, as sweet and wrinkled as an ancient apple, and said nothing as he watched the boy breathing and sighing and falling away into the eternal net of theoretical maxims that could, theoretically, save him. Halfway through a praying moment he stood up, his old bones weighted with memories of being so young, and snapped his fingers with a brittle sound. The boy rose with the fluidit

Attn: Return to Sender: 'i don't want you' this is the colour of my heart breaking as you walk out the door with all the little pieces 'i still need you' this is the sound of a syringe sliding into my vein as liquid happiness infuses with blood 'people should come with warning labels' these are glitter-sores covering my arms like child's playthings on a nice afternoon 'i'll always be there for you' and this, this is me running away from a relationship that's going nowhere fast.

Her hair was this amazing shade of blonde. It reminded me of the honey they harvested at the end of summer, only brighter. Blonde like honey with summer sunlight filtering through it. It hung to the middle of her back, always loose and always messed by the wind or my hands or her spontaneous dancing. And she had this spray of freckles across her nose that she always hated but I loved because after staring at them for a moment my eyes would rise to meet hers. Big gorgeous eyes that could never decide whether to be blue or green, framed between smudged-mascara lashes. And her arms were littered with scars she got by falling out of a tree when

On your special day just stopping by to say you deserve the best and more than everything you asked for I'd give you the sky if I could but I don't think I should the clouds might miss it and the box it wouldn't fit I'd like to give you a gift owned by few something to keep you warm on this day you were born maybe the shining sun of that, there's only one but it might be too hot and like it you may not how about a sparkling star that you could keep in a jar although it may not last I hear they burn out fast the only thing left to give you are these words so true I offer you a piece of my art written straight from the he

gleeful reflex, starts with the grabbing of a hand, a human boomerang. dance it out like a ping-pong. spin that psychedelic map on the back of your soul. what a lovely example you set. hence, I follow your intuition, not mine. get swallowed by quicksand & it chews me nice and clean. chuckle in the ear of death, make its day make its day while the owls hum their lullabies somewhere deep in a forest that I would love to call home. neon lights, stay. no one likes to be alone. make me sober in your alcoholic embrace please