the last set




if anything

will push you

to reach

for a greater potential

...it is love.

it's like

that last set in the gym

that you never got through

...and then

slowly but surely,

you finally do!!!


Escaping Into Reality

Caked in dust, absorbed in other people’s memories,

Breathing crisp air at the breaking of the wall.

Tapping into the potential of everything that could be,

Barbed adrenaline furiously pumping at the gears.


Winter’s song chills the breath of those who sing it,

Icicles form on the trail of captured breath,

On the tail end of disaster that greets all with a smile,

Escaping into reality, as pieces of the subconscious die.


Plucking away at the vitality of nature’s core,

Winds howl as trees writhe in agony,

Like old bones to youthful pressure,

How we wrap our skeletons to hold in the warmth when we feel alone,

Unique vibrations that resonate are seen as glitches of the soul.


if I had a scar for every mistake i've made..
I think i'd have as many as you.. 
Satan is impaling his dagger into my throat..
why can't you see that inbetween every breath, I choke..
you spin that thread like some spider in the corner above your bed..
casting webs into thin air.. 
you look so evil while you sit back & stare...
everything around you struggling..
your screams echo in the center of my head...
sound waves of pain..
pulling me further into disdain..
from you I try to refrain...
I swear every single day is just another suicide..
all you've got is filthy money on your mind..
if I could, I would wipe you out..
never to see the grey of another fucking New Jersey day..
would you finally be happy?
stop saying "it'll always be this way"..
cause fuck you i'm going to get out of here no matter what I have to do.
I've grown tired of the constant debating with you..
just let me do what i'm going to do..
apparently my hands aren't clean anyway, so bloodstains wouldn't make a difference..
it can be washed off, but the memory leaves a permanent stain.
inhaling that same toxic air...
how do you ever expect to get anywhere..?
your eyes have grown faint & your laughter means nothing to me..
you're all just bathing in one another's self destructive disease.. 
I want so badly to just float in the sky...
I need a real change of tide.. 
I want to climb a purple mountain,
dive off & grow some black angel wings,
man of all the fucking simple things.... 
can I fly to another dimension?
or will this back always be scabbed of the wings you've prevented me...?
robbing me of my potential as I watch everyone else let their's coil down the drain..
damn.. which of us is truly insane?
Author's Notes/Comments: 


I See You Wield the Knife

May I have your signature?
Carve it 'cross my counter-top.
Leave a name and home address;
a valid place to ring and rot.
And when you've done your carving up;
I'd ask you to dig toward the pink.
There I'd hope you'd find a knot -
and maybe you'd untangle it?
And maybe then we'd feel a breeze
as all capacities increase -
every major snag and block,
afflictions and all resignations;
in vibrant bursts they'd go from me,
like fireworks made out of nerves;
booms defused by gaping distance,
blood that's dotted by the sparks.
You'd be thrown back from your stool
as I'm lifted like a vapor,
the burden gone - its weight removed,
and all holds on me so severed through.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It took me three tries to get this bastard to submit.

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