oh prickly cactus, do you feel spiked rosebud tears on your lower east side? dear ass.

i think the reason i pay so much more attention to the humans i observe than the animals is because i understand people less. oh, flesh.

50

Rest in Peace, Michael Jackson. You were, are and will always be the King of Pop.

forgive

it feels like a cold moon beach. But nice. With a slight breeze

goddamn

I don't fucking understand why I always get in these situations. The fucking stitches in my mouth are the least of my concern right now. Why can't he just be honest? Why is it so hard for him to say he loves me? Is it because whores tell him all the time? Last night it took so long to make him tell me because he didn't want me to get 'pissed off'. Oh, she might be carrying your child, but that's no big deal. No, I'm not ignoring you, I'm just not talking because my voice will crack and you'll know I'm crying. No, I'm not mad, just tell me.... when did you last see her? Do you... love her? When will she know? When did you last fuck her? Is she is, are you sure it's yours? Will she keep it? Are you going to come home? Were we talking when you did? The questions flowed out of my mouth like the salt water that was flowing from my eyes. As I write this, thousands more questions are scattered in my head and the only thing I want to do is call and ask you all of them. But what will you think of me? Will I seem clingy? Why do I even care? At this point, what do I even know?

oh, twitter

http://twitter.com/thethirdowl

good lord, what a trend

those lips look like maucalay culkins

i want to know your past, present and future. i want no summary, nothing short of a novel. i ask for a box painted with the colors of your dreams, meant to hold hold nothing of material value. only to hold our souls.

in progress

I cant even contextualize the way I feel right now I hear you breathe feel the heat but not now that was then I cant seem to wrap my mind around this big fucking question this issue the issue i'm having why wasn’t I born and raised in a house right next to yours I wanna be with you now i'm not patient and I wont fucking wait I wanna be with you through everything telling you anything we’d rap together play shows together sleep so close at night hold me tight and don’t ever let go I told you so I get attached there's no shame in that just don’t go fucking around behind my back telling me lies and laying down smack cos I don’t take that shit anymore i'm crazy about you and everyone that I love I cant get it enough i'm full to the top but I keep asking for more my tummy's aching but its not all that the pills I mean they're out of the picture now for the most part I don’t need to suffocate my body or my soul not another year will go by like that he fucking hurt me and you know it he fed me pain intravenously after he called me why just cos I fucked him? I gave him something that was mine something that doesn’t mean shit but still its now his. Does he know? Did he see that lie?

?

bouncin with each step / pass these fuckers starin / check the ground beneath my feet / metal canister glarin / reflecting the suns rays / burnin up / activating sweat glands

sirah

bring this girl to me or take me to her she's fucking bomb she's dope she raps she knows what's up she lays down beats like it's nothing she's beautiful and so intense she scares me but i still wanna meet her your gorgeous lady lovely i wish i had a flow like yours i wanna lay down a track with you but i don't have your kind of talent its true

sit tight

little owl. crystalline. acorn new but true. i'm so scared without you. bare dry neck and cold sweat sweat sweat. goldfish human eyes little sundragons in my pupils. enlarged, they ask why? accuse due to my indulgences

elegy

My only consolation,
to the role I played in your death
is that you were fast asleep,
before the alcohol
singed and stung
your tiny wings
and motionless, lifeless bodies.
The air had left your miniature lungs.

&

goldfish look like aquatic sundragons

that long forgotten show

it's scary, believe me, i know
a knock on the door
which muriel always answers
she is, of course, blind to the danger
and eustice just doesn't care
courage sees and his teeth,
rotten and decaying, though they are,
chatter and his eyes roll back into his head
then he plays his role
the hero, savior, caretaker
as he has so many times before
and no one thanks him.

;;;

it's just the day the titanic sunk
but i'm impatient
with my new teapot
and a scratched case that some may say is
abrupt, or attaché.
but still, it's now
and not then
at least not yet
and i'm still waiting
for that shriveled summer skin

'

such incredibly asymmetrical perfectly content silence

sweetly faded

what a small little piece
of fabric
from an old sock
it's the cuff
i made my best friend out of it
the rest, that is
there are three parts
i need one
at least
whether i wear it
or hold it, hug it kiss it, cry onto it, tug at the pieces of string loosened
by my love
for you, everyone
the emotions i pore into this once
dirty sock

dried flowers and little sewn doves

i dreamed i was operating on my lungs. when i left the clinic i was the assistant and i picked up my jewelry from the asphalt. as i walked to the set, you followed me in your car. i refused your offer of a ride and climbed up the moss covered hill myself. surprised at seeing you once i got to the top, i rolled down the other side. it turns out it was all a prop.

what to do when bones scare you more than worms

back when i could breathe in public
you caught my eye
sucking on one end of a self rolled cigarette, what else?
that sweet smelling bag tucked back neatly in the pocket of your weathered coat
classical music intertwined with the smoke and haze
i bet you listened the whole time
your garbage bag suitcase had one small tear
and pieces of leaves were stuck in the mishmash of your jagged hair and rotten beard
the holes in my jeans let the breeze get me
but i didn't feel a thing
while i let my eyes do the examination

just a few.

this time

i remember why so clearly now
i'm not going to succumb this time around though
he may have inspired me
once
but now it's going somewhere else

trick question

if you ever broke down
fog filled lung cavities
are they on fire
or just relaxing?
please don't pound
in my head.
i want you, do you feel the same?
is my heart so see-through
like my pinhole lens
remember ellis island
when they spread butter on bread.
separate the fruit flies
before their nap is over.

spaceball

telling the truth apparently doesn't always warrant respect.

writing while drawing compilation

parrots not carrots
pencil thin
yes'm
god is subjective
why do your nipples taste like candy; why do your veins taste like licorice
cracked bloody lips facial wounds rips and tears. all they see is lower down
wendy elliott
pontoffol pock, where are you?
ode to the faeries of yesterday and the common garden sprite
wheels grinding day and night never knowing when the cause is right never sure if this is the right way to stay on track trying do hard not to stray
burnt paper wings and no limbs to crawl away with
one size fits all
pleasehelpme

Where do I write from?

I write from memories, from current emotions. I write under the table
and over my head. I hesitate because of what my sister said. I write
from deep down to just beneath the surface of my skin. I write from
happiness, from everything lodged inside. I write because of the way
you judge and the remarks you make. I write to keep myself from saying
all these things out loud. I write as a resource, a mechanism. A large
pool of hope and promise lies beyond every page, yet when I reach it
I've already been taken by sleep's gentle grasp. I write for freedom
and for organization, for regimen and for control. I write to
understand my appearance and why you can't. I write so that I no longer
stain paper with salt water. I write so that red may lose its shine and
so that I can be at peace again with lackluster flesh. I write when the
tablets have lost their effect and when the sun has just begun to rise.
I write when my ability not to has worn off, faded away.