Paper Strings

Paper strings keep pouring out of my pocket
No matter what I do I can't seem to stop it
I grab and reach
But my hands are sliced open and I bleed
I stare in wonder to see I'm filled not with blood
But nickels, quarters, pennies, and dimes
The aroma of dirty metal fills my nose
And I sneeze dollar bills?
All the while paper strings keep flowing
Up and out
Into the greedy hands of those much bigger than me
Richer than me
Monsters bound to the paper strings
All those dollar signs and shiny things
Meant to erode the soul
Infect the mind
And without us knowing even speed up time
Stuck in the neverending rat race
Before we know we're caught up in the chase
For nicer clothes, faster cars, bigger homes
And for what?
Giving our all to this system
and only gaining in return
More ice for our hearts
And more money to burn....

Without A Compass

It seems that once again
I am working this pen
For a ghost town
An audience I cannot see
Or is it that they can't see me?
Who am I writing for
What am I trying to convey
How can I become a success
When I have no inkling of what to say?
As well as who to say it to
I keep desiring that momentum
But I don't know what to do
So I keep pushing and praying
Against this 10-ton boulder
On the surface not giving in
But inside desiring a shoulder
Wrists are tied and chafing
Time just goes on wasting
Excuse my disillusioned depression...
As I try to relocate my sense of direction

Unreciprocated? Or...

My heart beats...
But also bleeds
For the one thing
That makes any sort of sense...
You.
But how can it
When the things I feel
You would so quickly shun
Leaving me as the only one
The fool
Standing out in the cold
Stumbling through the dark
Praying for that spark
That keeps flickering
Till you put it out
What are we about?
Are all the words exchanged
All the glances held
All the desires expressed
For naught
Is the thought of something greater
A notion much better if forgot?
And if so then i ask you
Why must it be so bad?
Or rather
Why drag this out then?
Instead of saying no from the getgo
A pause then a letgo
Would've been all that was needed
But you didn't.
I didn't.
And thus this thing proceeded
To mean so much more to the both of us
Yet I'm the only one crazy enough
To still want it.
Or do you desire it as much as I
Wanting this impossible thing so much
You are willing to let it die...

That SadomasochisticRarelysimplisticScaldinglyacidic Thing

It's that SadomasochisticRarelysimplisticScaldinglyacidic Thing
You do to me
That I feel for you
What we hate cause the more it hurts
The more it stands true
What are we two fools
To tie each other's hands
Beating each other down
Not giving a damn
All the while taking it
As we
Two stubborn ass rocks
Are reduced to sand
Man, you tear me in half
With your dual personalities
And ridiculous eccentricities
Speaking tongues and yelling in dialects
Yes, I can't understand your Spanish
No, I speak quite clearly
I just really don't care if you actually hear me
No, you know I care about you
Yes, I'm purposely being a royal tool
Now stop
Why you gotta go there
Pulling out ancient grudges and faults
Like the pain you've caused you've done naught
I'm still cleaning the venom out of my heart
All the while doing all I can to melt yours apart
It's just that I have to finish what you always start
And we bicker and fight
Then we cool and we tight
And we cry and we scream
That just seems to be the recurring theme of our
SadomasochisticRarelysimplisticScaldinglyacidic Thing....

Yeah....


I know.....


I love you too.