3 Legged Race

You may find that my eye is a one way mirror.
I see your soul,
And it's reflection is projected
Softly back at you.
We connect in my gaze
And you fall in love with the reproduction.
As we grow to become one,
You never knew I existed.

Silent Predator

Perched upon my branch, the universe becomes my playtoy. A heart becomes mud in my hands, easily manipulated. I can easily bend distort it for my entertainment.

Irrelevant addition:

Offensive words from my gal pal Courtney Love:

"Slide me open and suck my scars"

Guns Make Small People Feel Big

When did the abstract get replaced with concrete? Don't dream; invest. Don't explore; achieve. When did we decide that real life encounters could be duplicated in front of a blackboard? How did quality of life become based on income? Don't love; succeed.

"How do you know that you're really alive?" - Jim Morrison

Just bein gals

Sand Won't Make A Home

In the battlefield of broken hearts, in Pacific City, the earth pulsates with it's sorrows. And we're all in it together, but we just can't figure out what each one needs. We all melt into her but everything is not just so. Everything is aching but we just can't manage to keep warm. And, paralyzed by fear and self loathing, the only thing we feel is her pulsing admiration. And every home we've ever made was already broken and leaves us. Everything will one day leave us so we push it all away. And nothing gold can stay. But here we learn that we've never known true love, and she hands us a second chance at life.

DONT PUT SUGAR IN YOUR COFFEE!!!!!!!