Choke On The Sunrise

I took the time

To put you out of my mind

To put you out of my misery

But you politely declined

And I rewind to a point when all was just fine

Before the fire inside me was what caused me to die

I choke on the flames but I'm scored by the kiss

Do you smile at the thought

Do you revel in this

That you ripped out a giants heart

Clenched in fist

Crushed it

Threw it to the ground soaked covered in piss

Go choke on the sunrise

Break your neck on the endless skies

Valley high or mountain low there's a thousand ways

That love dies.

To Be Human

It goes deeper than the surface

The purpose is to arouse the senses

But beyound our current comprehensions

I wish to be deeper than in depth

I want you to understand my concept

The image which you behold

It entwines and unfolds

Beyond just a bold front

The truth which is in me

While, it may seem offending

Is only a truth which is blunt

We want what we want

Until it's no longer wanted

And who can be at fault for this conclusion

We out think our instinct

Deny meat for sweet drink

But is this not what it means

To be human

The Sad Part:

You hate that sex makes you happy. You could never accept that anything could ever be so simple. You could never accept that you could ever be so simple. Your life has revolved around a deeper meaning, when all you really want is a cigarette after climaxing, and someone to argue with when you’re seeking a different sort of stimulation.

You think about maybe being happy one day; that being happy means settling down with a family, a career in a box, and some friends to invite over to your nice home filled with shit you secretly hate. But when you imagine what happiness truly means, you can only imagine your legs wrapped around my head, my lips and tongue pressed against you.

I’ll be the only one to tell you that it’s okay to have such simplistic longings, and that the birds and bees don’t worry about credit card debt. But, I’ll also be the only one to tell you, with sincerity, that I miss the way you taste after you’ve berated me for not sharing your exact view on an issue.

You may think I’m a fool for looking to you with puppy eyes, and glazed lips, after I’ve fulfilled my usefulness. I’d think myself a fool for not being used by you. Hate yourself all you want. Shit, hate me all you want. But don’t approach me for casual conversation, attempt to make yourself feel anything other than contempt for all humanity, tell me you miss me, and that we don’t hang out enough…

knowing that all you want is hard dick, and your pussy licked.

You’re not using anyone. I cum too.

Thinking As I Go

We are samples in a petri dish. The controlled environment is our perceived universe. Adam and Eve were the smear samples, be fruitful and multiply was the hope that we would reproduce and present evidence of intelligent life. The tree of knowledge was an introduced test variables. Exile from Eden was the introduction to a larger dish with more variables. The "chosen people", religious law, and so on, are the main study which focuses on interference/ interaction with a natural cycle from outside influences. After years of observation, several other important test have been performed, and introduced; yet, at the end of the experiment, all of the samples will be incinerated, minus the best subjects, which will be taken for examination and further study.

Triumphant Return

Though I may be the fool evoking sunshine on a world where it only rains, I'll continue to pray for better days. This is not the best me, but everyday brings me closer to becoming the man I am in my dreams. Slow start, rough start; we all have to start somewhere, and maybe today we can start over. Maybe we don't need to start over, but to just keep going. Lets make our triumphant return to smiling, while we still can

Despite Those Nets

Tiny scratches on the surface as hard as nails upon soft silk

Tint the palms the shade of crimson drops of life like mothers milk

Take away the Armageddon ease the mind and part the thread

Place concern in hands of angels though they may not even tread

Pretend the throe inside is music and this song will just repeat

Placate the masses with distraction if not a smile than with defeat

Drain tomorrow from my heart and send the soot where breezes play

Divide the rest to wolves and sheep then miscarry our yesterday

Decide whom you will call to mind each face will merely circumvent

I am both the pen and paper ignore what the notebook underwent

If the well runs out I cannot write expressing nothingness forever

Identify with my warming smile from memories we shared together

I bring you: "Magtastellent": Magnificent, Fantastic, & Excellent