Tea for two?

She speaks

He sighs

 

She sings

 

He sings

Tea for two? 

Same old story.

My heart is racing! 

It feels like it is swimming in a pool of blood. 

Prozac and Valium was defiantly a good idea. 

All words have lost meaning, a mirror is what i seek.

I wonder if Pfizer ever intended for there pills to be used this way. 

Taste; how do you acquire taste? Peers, pop culture, parents, or does it come from within? Maybe all of the above. These questions still remain unanswered but fuck knows i hate R'N'B! 

Going nowhere with my soul.

The smell of leaves blows up in your face. As you walk along the cracked foot path you wonder how many steps it will take you until you reach home; you start to count; 1, 2, 3 . . .

There is a chill in the wind and as it hits you, you put your hands in your pockets. It’s cold on your face but refreshing. 4, 5, 6 . . . you walk slightly out of your way to kick that round rock. 7, 8, 9, 10 . . . you have a spring in your step because you are so fucking hot. The thought of him makes you sweat. Eleven and you realise you are dead. Your all alone you pumped that love drug too hard. The weight of the word brought you down. However the feeling has all but gone. What is coming? You have already paid a significant debt. You are  potentially committing a criminal offence.  

Hardly a party.

Why? All you seem to do is ask me why. Did you ever stop to think that I have never asked myself that question. I went through with the action. Maybe it is not possible to question my authority with such a callus question. I tap my foot to the melodic vision whilst the room ignites. The party is just getting started but I only want to do is kick back and relax. All I can tell you about last night is that is was a sea of red and black. There were conversations about socialism and pigeons. I remember you looked up at me and said ‘FUCK LEAH’!  Go wash your hands they’re as black as pitch. I exclaim; ‘I swear I didn’t touch it’. 

Burning Desire.

The arch windows that over look the park hold so much potential. You test this theory but you all you are left with is a foul taste in your mouth and a blackened heart. It’s not too late to set things straight. As you sit there it; s getting colder. The rain may fall mainly on the plain but not as long as you are open to interpretation. As the siren sounds you don’t understand why. The building is empty. You look down and realise it’s not the building in need of help, IT’S YOU! It’s doesn’t hurt, you stopped been able to feel a long time ago. How can anybody lack feeling? You are so far removed even though the world is such a beautiful place. A fire is burning as you enter the room, I tend to stare. There is a long way to go before you reach your destination. You only felt it once but it planted a deep seeded desire to feel it again. Now that is the only thing you seek. If it is so wrong tell me what i should do. NO! don’t tell me. FUCK it! I’m far too happy. It’s summer in the city nothing else matters.  

The blinding parade.

There is a parade of girls outside. That boy is so shy why did you have to go and punch out his lights? It was the first one of the day it was the last one of the night. I should go and get some sun on my face. I have the good stuff and there is a parade of boys outside. I’m so blinded, what was the last thing I was to ever see? I’m so free, let me show you the blinding. Out you go. It’s so blinding. I’m a troubled teen to the annoyance of all my lovers. Untroubled only in my day dreams. 

Until the day it stops.

It is important to live your dream and if that means wondering on your own then so be it. What you seek is self discovery and the way you want to be you have to question whether is it possible to do so with a partner. Ask yourself; do you and your partner have the same ideologies? Do you miss the way you never imagined life without her? There lies the problem and it keeps coming till the day it stops. You are safe for the moment but you are facing danger head on. I suggest you run as free as a wild stallion running through a field that has no end. Then you will experience true happiness. 

death has got a hold of me. A grip around me neck but i struggle free. I shot through the air like a bullet from a gun. Nothing has got a hold of me i can be who ever i want to be. choking me as i struggle for breath. all life's beauty i could no longer see. i would love for the peace to wash over me.