One Little AddictionI cant stay awayMore Like This
From my one little addiction
When I saw it there
I shouldve trusted my prediction
Im stuck on just one taste
I was lost at just one try
Who knew how true it is
But this thing lifts me so way up high
Im stuck with my consequences
For this one little addiction
I thought I knew the truth between
Reality and fiction
Oh but I've thrown myself away
For my one little addiction
quiver or talentless drunkfrom a second story fire escapeMore Like This
I watch the prostitutes waltz
to the cry of the car alarm symphony
the hum of this city is my warm orgasm
ripening, spreading and pulsating
concealing our worst fears that occupy these streets
kids setting their hands on fire
and coffee stained books leaking
into bent necks and modern dance
oh how we danced
oh how we fucked
Global. Awareness.The desert sun has right to burn,More Like This
Erasing blame can cause a turn,
Instead, to what can cool you lips...
...the stream beneath your finger tips.
Why must you walk, instead, and try
To find a watefall nearby,
When waterfalls will drown your breath
And lead your very soul to death?
It lays beneath your very eyes,
Salvation from these poisoned skies...
And yet you choose to bind your head
And seach for light in there, insead.
The MothersFather's:More Like This
I'm afraid to speak, Grandmother;
your face is wrinkled leather
and your voicea stone dropped
into a mile-well: distant.
So headstrong before, you droop,
gravity's noose strung taut
around your neck, excess skin
sagging to brace yourself for
brings the bitter months of mourning.
The grey tendrils of hair whisper
death with each brush; leaves tumble
in its wind.
the vibrant cards every holiday: you
haven't missed onethe phone calls
with well-wishes, and the stories
from sealed family photographs, immaculate.
Your son: adopted: irrelevant.
You've offered the prettiest pennies,
the kind that glitters from love-
labor, though your bones are porous
There is a place..There is a place where balloons end up after they slip out of the hands of a little girl as she gropes for the string that slowly drifts further beyond her reach. Sometimes, balloons just become untied and slowly float away until they are out of sight.More Like This
Haven't you ever wondered where balloons end up once they easily glide out of the hands of lovers, friends, families? A place where moonlight shivers as it touches lost memories and licks the sweet shining fantasies only to be infected. So beautiful, so deadly. Memories like mercury in the moonlight.
There is a place sound goes when there isn't a soul around to hear it. A place rain falls and water rushes and trees snap. The air is thick and tastes of soft violets. Mirrors reflect space and the sky expands with the blink of an eye, opening the ground beneath you to a place you never knew existed.
That is where I live.
There is no Sun here. Light comes and goes. I live in the shadows of others' light. When someone blows out a candle, the
AfterlifeMy name is Jamie.More Like This
I am five.
My parents think
I'm still alive.
One day after church
A man grabbed me and then
He pulled out a gun
And put it to my head.
"If what you say is true,
Then this boy won't die."
He pulled the trigger.
My parents were sad
For a very long time,
But eventually they decided
I was still alive.
Mommy prays for me.
She says I was "saved."
That I'll live forever
In a wonderful place.
I'm not sure what she means.
I'm still here.
I've been watching my parents
All these years.
They don't seem to hear me
And I don't think they can see
That I still live in our house