Life is a vapor,We need to serve Jesus,We need to spend our time wiser,We need not to serve us. ...

Mischief: SPRINGAromatic air & musky woods Lifts you high with wildish moods Woods gets green & roses red Everything is lovely in butterfly effect. Mischievous deed &love first site Spring is one who create this paradise Mystic clouds & mountain heights Serpentine River like dragon from skySmoke from huts, & dimming lights Sumptuous turkey & glasses of wine Chivalrous acts & princess sighs Making ...

I would ask for your name if your tongue wasn’t in my mouth. One of your big toes has been nesting in my O-ring for 10 minutes now. Jeep Wranglers were not built for making out. I vaguely recall discussing blow with you while we were still on the porch. As you perform cunnilingus on the gums where my wisdom teeth used to be, I’m playing Mario Kart on the back of my eyelids. Has anyo...

The city illuminates,Another night emerges.Somewhere, your footprints.Somewhere, your breath. Frigid air clings to skin.This raw unguarded feeling Packs the pores;Penetrates and steals faith. The night wind knows,This space is not my own.Across city miles,My thoughts hear only you....

SpitIt's raining outsideA jet flies byA jest flew byI'm infinitely floating in fliesWhich the worms swallowedJust so you could speakIn tongues like snakesOf which the bible speaks...

Even though she loves her cats, there is something wrong with a woman who wears a holiday-themed sweater, especially when it's only November and we are still making leftover turkey sandwiches. You know these sweaters - acrylic, with snowman appliqués, puppies wearing Santa hats, reindeer with jingle bells,dancing candy canes. There should be a separate townfor women who will wear these thi...

my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart. neck stiff as frozen. every time I look in the mirror I’m sweatier. pills taste sweet, but not like candy. the kind of sweet I think baby vomit is. someone cut me open, poured cement under my skin, and it’s just starting to harden. 4 am’s the same as noon. I somehow missed the moon. now I’v...

When I bite through my Everlasting Gobstopper, I regret. By myself, I shut my eyes tight and wish I had a chandelier. When I laugh, I cry. People always look concerned. In my dreams, monsters aren’t scary and I’m always wearing skirts. I’ve hidden a rainbow inside a Russian Nesting Doll inside a Russian Nesting Doll inside a Russian Nesting Doll....

Those who abuse power sit from a lofty precipice, a high overreaching cliff in the darkness... Their motive is darkness, they peer blindly into it... The dimly lit stars in the background faintly twinkle, as if the only moral compass they knew drifted further.... further.... No they had lost themselves, venomously guiding the mechanisms of fate, those much greater than they who earned their place,...

Life’s Little Impromptu Byways ~ How we dread the day, and are fearful of night… Remorse the waking hours… Feed our sentient and unconscious desires for meaning and mere fleeting fancies… Are we to suffer or live? Do we antagonize, or redouble in pursuance of what lies ahead? Assuage, assuage dear friend…. Allay all redoubts&hellip...