He nibbled at my ear and whispered 'Let yourself loose.'
I asked 'Darling,will you play with my monsters too?'

Feeling displaced

plays with
time and space

It's a relative race
to a finishing place
ahead of the grace
of my human race.

R    R    R
O  O  O
  P  P  P
   EEE
   Our
  Tiny
Hands
  Would
    Grasp
       The
     Colorful
      Intertwined
         Threads as
           It keeps us
            All together.
               Our small frail
                 Faces grow and
                   The rope now fades
                      To brown becoming
                        Strength and freedom
                          Scaling mountains tall
                              And high. The rope
                              Is now saving the life
                               Of the man who slips
                                Or falls. It's amazing
                               How this small dusty
                               Rope, the one sitting
                                Thrown in the corner
                             The one that saves that
                        Mans life when tied
                    Into a circle loses the
                Meaning of life. It now
             Becomes a noose to
             Escape from your
          Dark days. That
      Same lifeline
  Now an end
To life. Now
Take that
Rope and
Twirl it high
Above your
Head watch
It become a
Game, and a
   Challenge full
     Of fun rope the
       Cows and grab your
         Friends which this rope
           Let's you catch. Now add
             A second circle and the
                Cowboy tool becomes a
                   Bow to tie your loves
                     Precious gift and teach
                       A child to work their shoe
                          Change the bow into a
                           Knot and it becomes
                         Your undoing, tying you
                     Back holding your hands
                  As you struggle with
               Your strenghth. It's
           Amazing how a
      worthless string
Of twisted twine
Becomes our
Entire lives
Saving them
Holding them
  Tying them
    Ending them
      Cheering them
        And keeping them
         To some it is a
    Collection of strings
Twisted to form a
Strong enough
Rope. To me
They are the
Strings of life
Put together to
Form our
stories
  R R R
O  O  O
P   P    P
E   E     E

"I think I'm in love with you."


You ******* ruined me
and I'll always love you because of it
You blindfolded me
and showed me how to love someone
that is impossible to love
so don't act like you don't know I love you
and say I don't miss you,
as if you don't visit me in my sleep
and leave me in the morning
so I wake up thinking it was only a dream
and yet you scoff at that
as if I was only saying it to be cute
after you have replaced me
with fake friends
and some sweet and funny guy
you just met
after believing some *******
he might have said
that made you feel special
so you believed that it was real
so I listen for once and *moved on
drunkenly to the closest girl that made me forget about you
but why the hell would you care
when you've always pitied me as just some friend
when I was a jealous, selfish fool
who desperately wanted to be more than that
And don't mistake my vurnerability as a weakness
when I had always saw yours as an opportunity
to be brave enough
to find a love within one another
something we both desperately wanted
how badly at times I just wanted to grab your face
and wander helplessly within your eyes
and kiss you in a violent way
that made you realize how beautiful you are
where you'll never go another day in your life
feeling as though no one loves you
because in the back of your mind
you'll know I always will
but ****** you've already convinced yourself
that I'm not good enough
and I'll never be so I get it

I'm only a friend...

so once again you tell me to move on
as if I ******* could
so you can continue living your happy life
since you don't need me anymore
because after all

I was only a friend...

So I guess I'll just hear from you when you get lonely again...