Thunderbolts

I'm dreaming.
I've been searching
The landscape is this:
everything white, but the air is a brilliant white blue.
There are two monstourous white doors one in front of the other
congruent
20 feet apart
The atmosphere is strange.
heavy.
forboding.
eerie.
They stand omniously.
I walk past the first.
Suddenly my soul feels like it is being torn away from my body
I'm almost consious now,
I fight it. My blood is boiling hot and running up through my head
my mind is hazy. It feels like I'm crossing over
into a new dimension parallel to this one. The land between the lving, and the dead.
My soul still hangs in the balance,
I feel I am going to die.
Eventually
I slowly slip back into
the land mines of sleep.
I think I'm dead,
until I wake up the next morning with everybone in my body aching
and a thin
film of sweat covering my every inch.
I shudder
shake
and fall back to sleep.
You get used to it.
Eventually.

I'm Done

playing games.
Next time,
I'll pounce on you, bite your neck
and shake
until it snaps or you
suffocate.

Curb Your Enthusiasm

You're wearing off on me
your annoyingly crazy
foaming mouth
runs
endless like time
pounding my eardrums
you're running around
damn chicken with a head cut off
you're slapping everyone around you
and you don't even realize it.
Would you just knock it off?

Quickly Now!

Call them up,
tell'em that I'm dead,
They didn't need me anymore,
so they chopped off my head.

They used me up,
and they bled me dry,
they left me there to fester
now they left me here cry.

I'm surprised I wasn't dead before,
I'm always afraid I can't take much more.

They never stop
one day I'll snap
they'll get whats there's
and then I'll nap.

All of a sudden,
it's all my fault.
I hate you.

The Universal Sign of Jacey

It's three feet tall,
and starts with clenched fists,
bent at the elbows
that punch the air
and jerk downward
face scrunched she
lets out a satisfyling, gravely low HAH!
quickly followed by her smile and
brilliant diamond eyes
and my dinosaur rawr of laughter.
Of coarse we all know,
this is the universal sign of Jacey.

Blood-shot

You should fight for what you believe in,
but don't be blind,
and for that matter, don't be deaf either.

They could have done better with the crayola

It's falling apart right here in my hands,
waxy bits of lagoon blue,
all over my only evidence
of our love.
It's me and you.

The sky in the background
looked dreary to me
so I went and fixed it up.
I drew in some clouds
above the old brick buildings
took the mahaghony and russets to the air.
Black midnight gave the crows definition
and blue lagoon was supposed to be there.
beaming up over the skyline
the only hint that day was descending.

But like our love,
it fell apart in my hands,
made a mess of what was left,
made us want to forget.
Turn the clocks back
think it through
I knew what I had to do,
Like robins egg
there was the blue,
There was my thumb,
and there was you.
A blur smudges you out,
Makes you one with trees.

I sank down to fetal,
realized what I had done.
The inevitable
had blindsided me,
even though I knew
it was there all along....

That same expression, still hangs on my face.

Time Is Never On Your Side

The days are getting longer,
while our lives are getting shorter.
These things in my locker pile up,
and mold is getting on my coat.
I smell the smell of that rotten
cheese
stinking up the balcony and I
just wish I was anywhere but here.
It's hard to settle down,
in a place where secrets lie,
and years and years are just
letting go,
and years and years are just
flying by.
Now I'm sitting on the park bench
watching my breath catch the air
before I completey, undeniably, melt into you.
My fingers race the keyboard,
my phone is going to die,
and all I can think of is you,
and getting through with this reply.

Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

Whenever I see you,
I wonder if you know how uncomfortable you make me feel.
My heart goes into overdrive
tears into thousands of lead pieces
and rattle painful shakes into
my lungs.
I forget where to look,
I don't want to catch your eye.
I end up catching the eyes of thousands of others.
Unbearable.
I fight my mind
armed to the teeth
to keep those rrestless memories
back in their cage.
Torture.
I just wish you would leave.
Oh beautiful mystery,
why must you haunt me?
The ghost of the past,
of something that was,
will never leave.
You're my wolf,
in sheep's clothing.

Seadogs

For I knew
that my salty eyes
were not conditioned enough
to brave your
treacherous
wake of waves.

The Grimly Machines

	In the land of Abert Lea, There are cloud grazing robots. Hull and pieces of glittering metallic machinery. Some had three eyes, some had one, some had two. Dormant during day, opening them at night. Flood lights, their eyes pierce the dark. They shake off the sleep with the satisfaction of recharge, and start trodding through the city. The ones with wings fly into the night, their gears screeching against metal body cavites. They are here to protect the city.
	Late one night, light shone upon me. I was frightened. The brookside giant was the biggest of all, its barbaric head shiveling to find me. Zeroed in, it opened its mouth defeaning thunder, some sort of alarm imploded from the monsters wrenching gut.
	It shook the earth from its shoulders and started to rise. I ran. Why It wanted me I did not know. I heard frantic demanding shouts behind and flashes of red and blue lit up my path into the woods. Captured. I was bound and gagged, thrown into the back of a truck, and driven into a fortress. Bewildered eyes drank the scene like it was alcohol A compounded village within a city. One day has passed. Drugged as I was, I don't remember anything much. All I knew, was that I had to escape. That is when they sent the prowler after me. Dirt at my heels I overshot the fence and rolled down the cliffside, rocks lacerating lace across my shoulder and back. The prowler nose dives after me. Wild golden eyes locked on their target talons clicking in anticipation. A hole finds itself accompanied by me. Earth is whipped out of place as the proweler lands over my saviour. Spewing Hisses and viscous claws digg at the hole. My eyes are clouded with dirt, I can feel the earth below me give out. I land with a thud on the floor of a glass cavern with windows. Scrambling up I ran to the otherside I break the walls of this pristine glass chamber and plummet. Well I thought I was falling... I realize I am part machine.

LSF baby :)

I WISH I COULD SLEEP THAT WOULD BE amazing C:
Im going to crash soon I can FEEL IT!
I'll hit rock bottom.
Most likely tomorrow during J-10.
It has always been hard for me to go to sleep,
progressively getting worse.
Once I fall alseep though, I never want to wake up.
WHERE DID MY MELOTONIN GO!?
Without it I am nothing in the night D: