trainwrekpoet

This makes me feel like dishwater. A little slppy at the knees. A little sick to my stomach. But it\'s been good tome. This makes me feell like all those things she said I am. Well baby, my dirty-lovin baby I am. I know it\'s not fun for you without playin\' those games. Rollin\' in the mud to me, it\'s all the same.

Baby, you're so picture perfect, and I wanna wrap up your smile in a postcard. I take one look at your photos and I melt. But, baby you aren't 2 dimensional, and I'm scared, yah, honey I'm scared of you. More importantly I'm afraid of what I could do to you. I want to put my hands on the blow-up doll version of you. Because, sugar, that's you in three dimensions. Full of air, and laughter, and wind, and rain, and beauty. You're so picture perfect.

Round Here Step off the haze train in to a super-galactic portal And I think I've found a way home. And little girls with cute curls are in the back smokin' a pack. Just tryin' to feel grown. I draw deep lines across my skin in the form of words. And Billy's glares and soft stares are getting to me. He sings a chorus that ain't got no verse and no words. So he ain't got no time just like it used to be. We stand behind each other one by one Waitin' for our turn and life to be done. Thinkin' about when I was out runnin away from trash on the pavement Learning what life was. And Billy says he sees old ghosts, and life se

I hold rocks between my teeth. So I can grind them to diamonds while we're talking. I've found it's much more simple to keep my acheing jaw busy than to bite my tongue. I bend my vertical so you have room, but my back hurts from holding this foundation steady. We admit so little in so much time. These diamonds become smaller. I should have bought the world when I had the chance. My head cracks while we talk of higher things and riches my mouth can't afford. My legs are so sore. My tongue scrapes at the back of my lips. But I sit steady in front of you. Am I your Atlas? What I say holds so much weight, and that's why I s

TITLE: Am I bending? Am I bending? That's what I feel like I'm doing. Actually I feel like I'm running. Y'know? So, I like this person, and that person, and that person I love. And this person is just another person whom I know, and like. So, what's the big deal right? Well, that person, the one sitting over there makes me nervous in the bad way. Makes me fear what I could be losing. And, this person makes me nervous in the good way. Palms sweating and angsty like a lightning storm, and I hate lightning storms they make my skin feel electric. So this person is close to me, and that person shares my identity. Both are my yang. Or my y

I like my boobs. They're fun boobs.  They're happy fun-loving boobs; that like people. They're excited boobs.  They love a good adventure. I don't want implants because then I'll have angry boobs. They'll glare at you. My boobs don't want to glare. They want to smile. They want to hold conversations with kings. They want to flirt hopelessly. My boobs love to flirt. In fact they are flirting with you right now, and they know you like it because you're smiling. My boobs want to roam the plain. Hunt Cariboo, and live in an igloo. Like an eskimo. Without all the tight wrappings.  My boobs want to go down south for the winter, and live in a

You annoy me. Beyond anyone I've ever met. But, I can't help but find you hopelessy endearing. For all your lack of charm, I'm charmed by you. You read the colors of my eyes, and you tell me what you find. I'm annoyed by you. Beyond everything you've ever said to me. But, I can't help but laugh when you are on top of my nerves. For all your lack of understanding about the way I feel for you. You see me as someone you are close to, and you say that you'll never think of me other than familiar. Your annoyance is astounding to me. Beyond what I've said in the past. But, I can't help but want to hug you all the time. For all your