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This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

Coming and Going

we’re alone. all by our selves in this unfair world no one cares. what we do or where we go  so why should we? anger burning it comes and numbing it goes. its nothing new to us. driving down these one way roads no one told us where to go and i think this map we have is too old. all we can do now is hope. all alone. our faces  blend into the crowd I guess no one hears us when we speak aloud. so why should we? love burning it comes and numbing it goes its nothing new to us. driving down these one way roads it doesnt matter where we go and I think this plan we had was old. all we do now is hope

My Hands, Your Lips, Our Eyes.

My hands, you use to say they were perfect.

That I had perfect hands.

I wonder if you even noticed them before you left.

I see my hands everyday, but I never really look at them.

At least I havnt in years. But… Im looking at them now.

Time is showing, the texture is changing.

Fine lines cover my knuckles.

There seems to be more wrinkles where they bend.

They say you can tell someones age by their hands.

I wonder if it’s a fair representation.

I wonder if what my hands where to you, is what your lips are to me.

Soft, pink, plump, warm, delicate, perfect.

I wonder if Id recognize them. If in fact I were to ever see them again.

If we ever see each other again.

Our eyes looked so similar.

Like the same eyes on a different day.

They knew each other so well.

But I wonder if they would recognize each other now? Or later?

Somehow I don’t think so.

A change in shade, hue, fine lines, and wrinkles.

Lines of happiness and pain. Everything in between.

One just as indistinguishable as the other.

I wonder if itd be they cant, or wont want to recognize.

Or maybe theyd wish they had never forgotten.

Winning at betrayal.

I still feel her ghost inside me. numbing sting,I thought would subside by now. I wore my self out. you burned me down. and I was happy. down that road we always drove.I loved it then, but wish to forget it now. those songs we sang never meant more. all that I was somehow turned to ruin, and into nothing... and no more. swept and trampled under the rug. my morals walking out the door behind me. back turned. I didnt care.I dont know how. but all I have to blame is love. no no. it was you my dear. that wasnt love. but I still swallow that knot of rage. that gulp of pain. willingly for you. theres no more I can do. No not for you. no not for you. even if I wanted to. but Im confused. like cattle. I was herded. left undone and deserted. I was more than scared. and Im still scared. a golden tongue a raised right hand, blasphemy. I never even knew. why, just explain to me. just one time. time to put my writhing mind at peace. its ok. ill be ok. its ok. now I keep you as memory, like a melody I cant shake from my history. a tale better told as fantasy end tragedy. or maybe played out on the big screen. but not to me. no not to me. I hope one day... just so you know.. it was the end of that life. and as weak as I am I didnt do it. Always stronger than I think and more than youd credit me. With no one to guide me I flew into the sun. I am not your savior. a knight with no armor. but a castle around my heart. but theres still ways in. though Ive heard it haunted. The sun will shine again and burn away the shadows. leaving only scars. no pain. just reminders of the hardest battles never won. to remind you how you lived through everything you thought would have you come undone. and with that you realize. Ive already ...

I am the living remnant of myself.

highway dreams.

top down, Your long brown hair whipping behind you. v8 roaring down the highway. American muscle. no one around. Just you and the night. living day by day, mile by mile. wind in our hair. only stop moving long enough to fuck on the back seat. maybe the hood. cold nights we cling tight. no obligations. no destinations. no love. just life. just passion. Just freedom just the blood in our veins. Places we've never been. Things we''d never see. vacant of anything that might be construed as "our old lives" a free spirit and a broken heart, a filthy world. the smell of exhaust and leather and sex. we'll make our money as we can here or there. thrills around every corner. your next step might be your last. life and death in constant feud. the wild west, land pirates. drifters. So many names thatll never do justice. what are we runing away from? or are we running forward? Running at all? When things get too heavy we'll quiet eachothers mouths with our tounge. always longing but never for too long. we'll push it down. itll creep back up down the road.to suffer is to be holy. to be free is to be lonely. to understand is to expierience. Im sure we'll part just as we came. no warning no hello, no good bye. Theres no end to this story. There must be something to fill that void. theres only one way to find out. come on... lets go for a ride.

Life is...

I paint with my pencil graphite on paper heart on display an image, a word evoke emotion but will never mean what it did to me when it occurred. Just a reminder a place holder in time a memory as art.

Someplace unfamiliar

with every step. 

I move further from this earth. 

This being ive become. 

clouds once looming over head,  

now just a haze someplace below. 

That place. 

One I never knew and will never know. 

Could never know. 

With every wish Ive held my breath. 

let down. 

Im running out, t 

urning blue as that very color fades from it. 

Those calming words you spoke to me. 

That calming voice, 

bringing sanity. 

as there once was… 

again nothing will be. 

Prolonging pain. 

Inducing change. 

a short glimpse at clarity. 

The night provides the day. 

fire, the beauty of the flame. 

And the ashes, 

the perfect place, 

a clean slate. 

I am an artist.

 I only have one piece. it has no price. it encompasses the entire gamut of emotion. The closer you get, the more you understand its meaning. it can not be recreated or duplicated. I am this piece.