so you wanna play good cop, bad cop
I've got all you wanna know
thanks for the time out of your day spent on me
it means alot
retrace my steps just to satisfy you
claiming my innocence
but whatever I do
I end up being accused

-c.j.

Poetry's there to touch.
But, touching without consent
is bad, isn't it?

beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display

What would you say to me
If I told you that all things
have a name?

A name, created forever ago-
A name singular, secret and sacred-
A name that grants form?

What if I told you
that if you cried out
The Name of the Moon,

You could bathe at mid-day
under its dappled, failing shine-
playing partner to its light?

That if you called to the skies
you could surround yourself
with a span of azure infinity,

Paint sun-songs with hidden words,
Or caress cloud-worn creations while
floating in blue nothingness?

To think; You could merely utter
The Name of Oceans - That
vast implication; You could

Summon distant, breaking shores
for your own inspection and approval-
To satisfy the simplest curiosity?

Would you say it was a fantasy?
Something grand to ponder;
And then regretfully forget?

That to strum the chords of creation
with key-words and mere intentions,
Is a blasphemy?

But what if... What if
I spoke to you the Name of Love,
As soft as daylight-sighs ending?

Would you scoff at my audacity,
To arrogantly manipulate its meaning
by not letting it go free?

Or would you realize, and see-
That despite all that power, I can't find
the name for what you mean to me?

there are two types of sadness

there's the kind that i can't bare
so i watch friends
and listen to happy music
and find someone to talk to

then there's the other one
when you know you're sad
but you want to isolate yourself
and just
drown
in the pool of emotions
listen to sad music
read quotes about life
and
basically
just feel empty

I don't think you could handle me
I seriously don't think you could
You date shy girls

Girls that write poetry about vases filled with flowers
Or write stories about misunderstood teenagers
Trying to make it through the day

Girls that listen to music about depression
Or about their feelings
That drown them in their own sadness

Girls that can't imagine the idea of getting a job
Because they have too much to handle
So instead they do drugs to hide the pain

I'm not saying it's a bad thing
I'm trying to tell you
I'm not that girl

I'm the girl that will drive you crazy
I can give you a ******* that can make you come in 2 minutes
I can make your fantasies come true

I can make you feel like you're drowning
I can make you feel like the world is ending
I can make you feel like there's no more hope

I can ruin you
I can help you
But you don't want me

I'm too much
And that's okay
Because I will find someone who can handle me

But I refuse to fall for someone like you again
Because you're the type of person that can't handle me
The type I fall for

So I'm sorry
I have to find someone else
It's better for you anyways

Today I wanted
         To get high off of you;
         But I guess I wasn't
The drug you needed.