AllTheWrongQuestionz

"Like a rose in full bloom, life's thorns and flowers prickle and pierce the veins to my heart My tear glands have dried up like a once delicate flower in the Namib Dessert on a cold cold winter night   Mya's white pearls intertwined between my fingers remind me of our time together and how we used to make each other smile   Summer rain-red robots-screeching tires...the ear-piercing sound of ambulance sirens in the dark of the night, came as if, from the mouth of the angel of death   Summer rain-red robots-screeching tires…and just like that, the love of my life was gone   Fallen autumn pebbles on the sidewalk awaken visions of blood-drenched leaves   Memories of song and dance are ever-present realities, in a reality, devoid of life   Those mourning lost loved ones and lost love are the subjects of my envy Tears run down their cheeks and I reach over to wipe them away, as I pray, that their tears, never run away   For once they do, then they t...

Sitting here. I am trying my utmost to get my brain to refrain from letting your image infatuate it so. I am monitoring my breathing patterns in hopes that my heart slows down so that it might forget to beat for you. I am trying to do impossible things to take my life back. I am failing successfully. I will hope that you miss me too though. I hope you miss me with all your senses. When you go about your day, and happen to come across a photograph, or you read my name somewhere. I can only hope that your eyes lock. I pray that your mind presses play and displays our movie of memories in such high definition; it robs you of your breath. I wish the molecules in your tears would race each other, causing a stampede in your ducts, ready to erupt and soak whatever it is you were looking at. I can only hope that when you hear a song we both like, your ears fuzz. Shiver even. I so wish your body aches for mine so bad that you would squeeze your pillows so hard, you wer...

I was going to audition this piece for this April Spoken Word, but since I'm out of town chasing paper, I thought I'd treat y'all regardless. It's called "Things". Enjoy. Things I’d have to give up I’d really just have to sit here. Honestly, I’d just have to stare out the window, or even at anything in this room. Anything besides my skin. Actually, you have touched basically all of me so even my body leaves my mind wandering endlessly, tirelessly toward the thought of you. With nothing but slideshows of memories, we have made together. Memories I’d have to give up for there to be any sort of clean slate on my train of thoughts. My family would have to go. Which, would be terrible, but if they stick around I’d have to survive many counts of their favorite question. ”How are things with you and what’s-her-name?”  Off course they know your name, so even now I’m sparing your feelings. All my bad habits. They were not ...

"She left me last night, don't even know what I did. Said she's going to find herself and whatever she may need. Where? Anybody's guess to tell the truth. She mentioned staying by Becky or Stacy or Ruth. She did however talk about her mother and going where she lives, Or out by the country side where there's a nice little cliff. Not quite where she was born and not nearly as rural, the place of her people that she left to go to boarding school Suburbia, good grades and better communication,  then she mos found a rich boyfriend so she left her education. Left her family, left her virginity, and lost her religion.  She was a tainted soul haunted by all these wrong decisions. She found her problems where she left them last, in her past,  pretense getting her through the present but will it last?!  Echoes into eternity, the test of time, will she pass?!  You're right, its a little judgmental to ask As tears race each other down each cheek, and her p...

Impure thoughts On my pedastole in my underground crib, where they quantify my impure thoughts as a bottomless abyss. Smoking this cancer for a chance ta meet my lord quicker,  drink liquor and picture all things divine intertwine, your eyes free from the blindness, because the world is a blind nest. So vexed that my quest is to ask all the wrong questions. It seems like everyone is robbed of their liberties, miniature lovers ripped like new born baby from their mothers. Look at the stranger like he's not you brother, so y bother opening your eyes now? you'll be shocked by what you see, in a world where you have to pay for your inbred dreams, where numbers define you, and your path is predetermined by unexplained traditions, and we never ask questions so we're trapped in a recurring system of mass-hypnotism, and honest to the dude upstairs, I hope I'm wrong,but check this, you cant concentrate in class but u know all the lyrics to popular songs, never mis...