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You are an oak tree sturdy and worn scuffed up at the edges and yet

you are strong arms and safety when the monsters come to play and I am feeling naive again

I have done these things a hundred times You have done them a hundred years.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 09.28.2012 @ 1:01 pm

I slip into insanity, feel it’s sleekness on my skin It feels so new, but I’ve worn it before- On the happy hours and sad nights when beer is my lover and we fall asleep together, knowing he’ll be gone tomorrow morning- I think I’ll wear it out today, My soft satin insanity.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 08.19.2012 @ 5:58 am

To crave is such a distinguished feeling from other emotions. With sadness and happiness, it’s temporary. We can “feed” our feelings and change them. But to want something, well….

It’s like a hunger that never wanes.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 08.14.2012 @ 6:13 pm

Handing out fate at the end of the line So far behind everyone else Can’t help but wonder about the destinies left over what’ll it be this time? what’ll it be this time?

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 06.26.2012 @ 8:12 pm

I keep thinking about how I can’t make you love me. That I won’t wear the white dress to your wedding and see you on the other side of the aisle. Or videotape your children’s Christmas mornings. Or give you all the greek olives in my salad, since you love them and I don’t. I can’t make you stay, I can’t make this work. I can’t make you love me if you won’t.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 06.14.2012 @ 7:08 pm

How do I even begin a conversation with you? We’re so alike, so in love, and so completely different that I feel like the weather is all we share.

This first date of ours will be awkward, cute, and confusing as balls. Just like you.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 06.08.2012 @ 4:08 pm

I am conflicted. I am living two lives consecutively.

A Lifetime and a Lifetime. They never agree, And each doesn’t like the other; How can this be If they have the same mother?

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 05.01.2012 @ 1:03 pm

Give me a reason, Any alibi will do, to make me come back and suffer along side you like I always do. Fuck.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 04.30.2012 @ 12:08 am

Scars don’t hurt like they began. There’s nothing physical to them, The agony is purely mental- A scary story told gentle.

So then, tell me? Why do I suffer so When I see you pass me by If my heart has long been dead to love?

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 04.28.2012 @ 4:18 pm

My eyes grow, panicked breaths my lungs are swollen balloons “Is this happening?”, I ask myself “Whattayasay?”, you ask myself thinkthinkthinkthink a foot tapping, you put your hand in mine and my heart pauses and my mind pauses and the world pauses for us and my chest explodes “YES! YES! YES! YES!”

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 04.27.2012 @ 2:29 pm

I want to keep you safe, trap you in my arms, here there’s no escape. here there is no harm I’ll lock your fragile heart up in a tomb, birth your sweet memory from the womb and on we’ll go, into the sun, into the sun, set us on fire and hide the water our doings are undone.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 03.18.2012 @ 11:33 am

I can see you there, locked up in your mind you are a shell sitting on a swing going through the motions grieving for your lost youth, your lost love who is laying six feet under pray tell, where is your narcissism now. old beauty?

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 03.06.2012 @ 3:21 pm

The rough feel of twine looped through her calloused hands strong from work braiding the strands using memorized maps patterns to the art she adds hollowed shells and sharks tooth the beads of glass the white man gave them when ivory was rare and then it is done and she wraps it around her thin neck her mad horse eyes like fire from an indian sun.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 03.02.2012 @ 1:01 pm

You give me energy with your lighthouse eyes send sparks like a livewire into my life I don’t miss you anymore, but I don’t miss you anyless Since you strode through the door my hearts been a mess I needed you here, can’t you see to live beside me in a house of cards we’d built from grief But you stepped across the yard and into the car And deserted me here to be contempt with my loneliness

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 02.28.2012 @ 1:44 pm

I just want to change the world one word at a time.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 02.21.2012 @ 8:40 am

She was a beacon, stars shone through her and reflected off of the sun’s bright eyes. She turned her face to the blue overhead and blinded herself with the fierce rays illuminating her, and drifted into open arms. She wanted to float in that in-between of the atmosphere, dance in the grass-washed dew that seemed to hover in the air, and she drank the sweetness of the sky as she gazed at clouds, before she released the red balloon and watched it fly to heaven, up up up and away. It was just a dot, growing smaller, fighting the wind, until it was no more. She closed her eyes and dreamed of the kaleidoscope around her.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 02.19.2012 @ 1:51 pm

A slow fever moving through her makes her antsy. The delirium? No, no, it couldn’t be that. He was safe! He was cured from love! She would be too, soon. There was no harm in meeting him that night. Maybe he wasn’t flirting, he could have just played nice to her obvious attraction to him. Oh god, she thought, was it obvious? Please let him not know. Please let him be Cured. She couldn’t afford to fall in love when her vaccination is so near.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 02.16.2012 @ 4:43 pm

A shock of brisk wind blew past her, danced in her hair, brushed her cheek. She paraded through the crowd, searching for Alec. He was here, he was here, but all the masks hid their faces, and she was lost. She stopped, twirled around and screamed for him.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 02.12.2012 @ 8:59 am

Handling me so delicately, With lace and chains You’re a whore. Lost my virginity again Spilled coffee stained shirts You’re new, you’re fresh, you’re a slut.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 02.05.2012 @ 5:31 am

I hate how, once you’re all liver spots and sadness, when you’ve aged 80 years and your lover has gone and left the world, you’re left to leave all of your possessions, all of those 80 years of memories, in some crappy estate sale on the side of the road.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 12.31.2011 @ 5:08 pm

you wrecked me like a forrest fire that day. you swept my heart under the rug and shovelled me six feet under. so heres to you, for making the girl cry even harder. you said dont sweat it, but im in a sauna in the summer you said youre sorry, but necklaces dont cut it like my glare when i saw you with her, on her. youre such a liar i cant believe i didnt see it sooner i fucking hate you, you two faced stoner i ever met your mom and father doesnt matter. youre a cheater an emotional beater and deciever youre a loser, but i can finally say its over.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 12.28.2011 @ 2:37 pm

The view from over here is great, what with you being over there. Quite the space provided, a nice rural place by myself. How kind of you to leave me behind.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 12.17.2011 @ 7:10 pm

Your face is unblemished, but the makeup you wear covers the scars you’ve claimed through your battles and the baggage you’ve carried has weighted your shoulders to a sad slump and you finally stagger to your knees from the pressure of life and that last second, your last second will be spent wishing of a better ending to your pathetic and exhausted existence.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 12.16.2011 @ 5:30 pm

Fuck my so called savior, You caused me to sleep- You confined my heart to the tower- You we’re the apple of my eye, But now you’ve gone and poisoned it. Left my petals smashed on the floor, Could’ve at least granted my wish. You said you’d help me to escape, Form my own steps on new soil, But I don’t believe in fate Or a whole new world.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 12.12.2011 @ 6:09 pm

God, what a beautiful view. The snow fell like a ballet dancer, the strength of the wind sweeping it away, up and off of the ground, quiet and delicate and lace, but loud in it’s own way. I didn’t get it, I never would. Why am I stuck here wondering about next week’s deadlines and what I’ll eat for breakfast and when I have that dentist appointment? I wanted to float, to dance in that snow. I want to breathe in the tall pines and morph into their rich mahogany, that Cherry Coke bark. “Fisher! Can you come in and watch Mason for a few hours, I got called in, a Labrador got hit by a pick up.” Reality pulled me back in my mom’s rushed voice.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 12.10.2011 @ 6:12 am

She was sick of the torment. She wanted whatever was on the other side of that rickety heart fence. She was gonna be her own authority.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 12.03.2011 @ 6:16 pm

Stability is the dream of all slackers and the torment of the formidable.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 12.02.2011 @ 6:56 pm

Slumped over from your exhaustion your delirium is spreading to the conscious side of life where daydreams don’t matter if you’ve got no bank and rank is determined by whose the better cheat.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 12.01.2011 @ 4:15 pm

This desolate place this archaic ruin there’s an empty space set me free I’m shackled here but you can’t see You’ve lost your way and don’t have a map So I stay in this pit trap.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 11.27.2011 @ 10:27 am

Lol. Bill Clinton. That is all. No creative juices needed for this.

Posted By HumanKryptonite On 11.25.2011 @ 5:54 pm