Faster, faster,
Pump your arms.
Faster, Faster.
Don't you rest.
FASTER !
YOU'RE NOT TRYING !
you fat blimp...
...
ouch that hurt...
...
my ears hurt from your screams...
my arms hurt from pumping so hard...
my legs hurt from the consecutive runs...
...
aw...can't beat the others huh...?
Are you putting in more effort ?
Why won't you just try harder ??
Just move those chunky legs forward.
WHY CAN'T YOU DO IT ???
bet you forgot how to...
...
your snide comments are my fuel...
yet it rips me apart to be criticized...
By you.
...
who are you..??
...
you remain quiet at this question,
and you go on mocking me.
...
WHAT ???
You ate a slice of bread...?
great work...
...
then the screams of anger
they replace your softly delivered sarcasm
...
Look ! What have you done ?
98 calories !!!
YOU FAT SLOP !!
Dont you DARE...Take The Bus Home !
Its just a little more than 3 miles...*
...
my voice no longer strong enough
i stop arguing...
i've lost the strength to go against you...
...
i'll walk...
i guess...
you win...

Your skin
On
My skin.
The luminosity of curiosity twinkling within.
When you touch me,
Do you feel me?
You could heal me
Of
My sins.
An
Angel
-from every angle-
Are you able
To shed skin?
I will shed you
Of the evils
You harbor within.
I will harbor
Your
Sins
I will harbor the DNA you shed on my skin,
I will anchor on the harbors of your depths deep within
-you could heal me.
Tell me again;
When you touch me,
Do you feel me?

i meant to build
but the materials had gone to waste
in a far off land
no longer known to me
but foreign was this new land
of fresh arrivals
for i traveled many miles
to escape confinement
and there, in an open territory
i stood
ready to rebuild
and forge a city of my own
safe from steady gazed predators
stalking easy prey
but instead i came across a broken tower
and found inside
something unexpected
another traveler
from the same distant lands
seeking refuge
from dark skies and cold winds
together we sat
by tall flames
never becoming guarded
because the wall was never built

Let me start with a cliche: I love to write.
Let me edit it: I love writing
Lying on the floor
Truths in my head
Think
Of me
Baggy Pajama Pants

where have you gone
lightless wanderer?
for i no longer see your back
drowned by your fading presence
delved again into black waters
where the weeds stroke you gently
with their swollen hands
gently guiding you into the ***** of the river bed
where once again you can lay to rest
with your piece of me
and i'll continue searching

i tried to be stong.

but your roots grew around my ribcage.

and your soil in my veins.

green vines tangled around my heart.

with flowers blooming in my mind.

afraid that one day,

they will all know decay.