ElectricNightmares

bubble-gum bubble-gum in a dish you gave me a piece, but I wished for a kiss we sat up all night with our hands in our pockets and blew bubbles that burst like the housing market then we played patty-cake patty-cake until they laid off the baker so we made instant cheesecake and saved some for later and if weebulls wabble, but they don't fall down how drunk can we get before we start going down? or would you settle instead for just blowing your mind? we can BDSM if you're caught in a bind and the blinds are up, 50/100 I wanted to play but my funds were stunted but who needs cash when you've got a sweet ass and though nothing

  She stood before me, her chest wide open, 'What do you think?' I could not help but to stare. Her heart was beating - literally in front of my eyes - between two paper lungs stained with ink. Blinking, I asked, 'Why are you showing me this?'  The girl did not answer. Reaching into her chest, she pulled out a lung, and held it out to me, 'I breathe words,' she whispered, 'This lung is the lung I exhale with. These are the words I breathe.'  Taking it, I unfolded the paper lung, and felt millions of alveoli rippling under my fingertips. But there was something wrong.  I met her eyes, 'This lung is blank!'   'I know,' she said sorrowf

A Slumbering Curse Bounded by an everlasting curse. Placed upon me since my conception. Confined to a comfortable, sheltered prison. Entrapped by a delicate, fluffy casing. Magnetically connected to its padding. Eye lids securely fastened by codified pad locks. My body a victim of temporary paralysis. My only escape is dependent on one, Eternally, binding condition. I must return to my slumber when the sun sets. This is the one rule I must never forget. Or else the next day, I will exhibit its exhausting effects. And the targets of that particular day will not be met. This fatiguing state will only continue to progress. It w

My Definition Of Love                      Love is fake, love is kind, The shutting down of the human mind. Love is hurt, love is joy, It is everything and yet just a stupid toy. Meanings of such confusion, But welcomed so not an intrusion. Meaning that happiness is just around the bend, But once you turn it's come to an end. Such a complex definition, A feeling not all of us know recognition. Such a peculiar feeling in your chest, Coursing through your body and taking over the rest. So much betrayal hurt and pain! Our silly

My hands are too young. Like a child's. I hate them. Reminders of How much I have to go, How much I have to see, How much I have to learn. Always at the ends of my wrists Writing, Typing, Drawing, Reminding me that my work is immature, That I am immature. I have so much to live through, So much to do. I'm not ready to be great, Too naïve to understand. I'm like a child. My mind is too young.

Do they know the chaos they have wrought? A spectral Shepherd, a harrowing Hound Those wardogs let loose from the fire of Hell! Racing across crimson skies and northern seas Haunting the expanse of Devon's moors With snarls like rolling rumbles of thunderclaps! And those hell-bound beasts, the Devil's own pets With envy and wrath, greed and gluttony galore Belly up to my table to devour our souls, Leaving nothing but scarred old bones in their wake.

So sweet and sure, Seeming so pure, But are you really? Or am I being silly? When we first met, We made a bet, Who would last longer? Who is truly stronger? Now I see you and understand, Where exactly we will stand, But till then, all you are, I'm the planet, you the star. I see you look and smile, And then we'll talk awhile, But I see what you want, And I'll dance around in a taunt. Come for me if you can, Then I'll see where we stand, Our bet that we made, Soon it'll fade. Come for me if you can, And let's see where we'll land, Cause all we truely are, Is the universe, we the star.

I-I-I I'm Your Butterfly I know You're shy I'll make You smile I-I-I I'm Your Butterfly We drink each other dry I won't make You cry I-I-I I'm Your Butterfly I can't say any lie Never been a spy I-I-I I'm Your Butterfly I don't know this guy I came from the sky I-I-I I'm Your Butterfly I won't let You die I will make new dye I-I-I I'm Your Butterfly You baked whole this pie? Smells better than mine! I-I-I I'm Your Butterfly You still asking why? I just want to fly I-I-I I'm Your Butterfly Doesn't matter You sly You'll watch in time I-I-I I'm Your Butterfly Why won't You come by? I want catch Your eye I-I-I I'm Your

If In The Morning You Are Breathing… Terror, Love, terror— Each night, asleep. Fearing no bad dreams, no— Yet the unsettling is complete. For if I close my eyes, And you, you do not wake-- Wasting every breath I keep-- And you somehow have escaped; This realm, this realm that holds your soul: If in the morning you are not whole, T'would be no miner leap: I would with you withdraw-- And draw no breath And make no speech. So Love, here, hear me beseech: Let us each settle down in gentle Let our repose crawl and creep; And when the morning finally dawns Let the sunlight be replete: With you, with you Love