If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
In the ice or in the sun it's all the same
Yet I feel my heart is aching
Though it doesn't beat it's breaking
And the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
I know that I am dead
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed
-The Corpse Bride

i made me some writer friends,
mistook the mistake,
tore the gate,
ate a ghost,
******* a ******,
slaughtered a village to gain your attention,
when you wouldn't look,
i painted myself black,
when you wouldn't look,
i told you i was a shepherd, you were sheep,
and you were going to get
eaten
by some gelatinous being
with very fine teeth.

all my writer friends,
they're all at my throat.
all my writer friends,
they sink claws, scream in my ears,
shove, shove,
tell me i need to love god above.

i made me some writer friends,
tricked the truth,
bent my back with compliments,
strung my neck with friendly kisses,
wrote all my writer friends a eulogy,
wrote a ****-all note to my mom and dad,
but i didn't buy the right stamp,
smoked a bowl,
baked a cake,
called the goat an *******,
poured a shot for a 15-year-old girl,
tickled the ivories until they stopped laughing at me,
discovered that all red-headed girls bite lips,
thanked danny elfman for scoring my bedroom scene,
continued working on an epic poem that rips ginsberg off.

all my writer friends,
tell me to stop distorting reality,
stop drinking,
stop dominoes of summer girls,
all my writer friends,
they are handing me bibles and pistols,
and i give them a nod,
a blanket,
a cup of coffee,
positive reinforcement,
and set myself on fire every night
to hear myself howl.

just so you Noe

all i can see is her face
or the feeeling as i first saw it
i hope my heart stopping is merely a pause
please let her smile at me santa claus

people don't glow
they just don't ya noe
**** She has a body-deep halo
and each and every itty bitty bit of me was spurred inspired to grow
physical emotional psychological
LOVE doesn't allow you choices
IT grabs you ears heart mind body with ALL voices

i was siting there on the lawn, most of my mind long gone, wrapped inside itself and the beatings this brain had been subjected to, from without and withn, when the blood pounding, seeping, easing it's all too casual way out of the peripherals of my eyes, had given up on berating itself and foucsed upon convincing the heart about this whole continue beating thing

i was sitting there upon the lawn, but she was already long gone, less than worthless, screaming inside myself, lick my own eye blood from my fingertips, feel the nevermore caress of her lips, the i can't understand this flip-side land, let me out NOW before i go beyond sideways somehow

how is this possible
i'm already intimate with almost all the probable
and exchanged so much exquisite with the improbable
please let this be possible

i didn't even Noe yet who Dali was
but his melting ice cream is now my world
milady, i must not name you just becuz
my heart may burst from where it is hurled

maybe it's just another day
but mr elfman didn't come to play
and it turns out i'm free
she wasn't singing for me

except all i can see is her face
or the feeeling as i first saw it
i hope my heart stopping is merely a pause
please let her smile at me santa claus