Shedding Tails Just To Trip You Up And Let Me Down

I'm only good for a couple of laughs and drinks... all else is patience lost. They all want to die pretty while I struggle to crumble like a historic facade. There is love in these imperfections... I only hope you'll restore me to my original.

Re-wrap and refund... or as we say... give love, then take it away. How can you ask these things of me, and then expect me to open my ears when you come knocking on my chest.

I look better in pieces... better as an incomplete jigsaw than to see the whole picture.

I'll place an umbrella in your hand, only to rain on you. Bourne again.

Because "I'm sorry" doesn't fix this. And "I take it back" is never good news, no matter the context. Cut my face out and replace it (with your own). Lately, it's all German to me. Every ounce of us is potent(e).

FrankaEqualsTaken

Label Me A Boomerang

Umbrellas and train wrecks... that's where my mind has been this afternoon. A one year season pass with an extension... thanks for the past 365. Will you promise to keep crashing my screen if I promise to keep my heart in the middle of every dead end?

Listened to Leonard Cohen sing Hallelujah as I put down new hardwood floors today. I knew it was either that, or hire a better cleaning lady, because there has been a lot of people creeping out of the woodwork lately. It's not like I mind though.

Handed over my itinerary for the next few weeks. I love the way the days are filling up. Long live the young and the jet set. I love knowing that when they rip the tickets, that I'm on the ride with all of you. I found a point when I was searching for pointlessness. I found a love when I was looking for madness. I'm gonna save our sweat for when we get to heaven.

IllComeBackToLifeForYou

Rattling The Walls

Sometimes I hope that I don't wake up, sometimes I'm scared that I won't. It's funny how that scale works. It's like our lady of justice peeking under the blindfold. If I could keep you still long enough I'd slip a rope around your finger or maybe even a silver band.

Gave up on love when I started seeing about it in gossip rags. Almost gave up on God when I realized one day my father was gonna die. Gave up on myself too many times to count... you could trade mistakes for sheep and count me away forever at night.

Thanks for never giving up on me.... even when you truly should have.

Just try to get home before the light hits our bedroom.

See You Later Innovator

Searched the web for a new favorite dot calm in the airport this evening.

On a runway in the city, heading home to keep secrets. Long distance love affairs with the pavement. 2 solid hours in St. Marks Place, sitting on stoops waiting for the roses to dip their heads a little further to the ground. I'm holding out for a change of season. Pinks and whites turning brown and such.

Aisle 9 Seat C. Wondering if you have you ever thought about what protects our hearts. It's just a cage of rib bones. And I was born lacking 2. I guess it's fairly simple to cut right through this disaster and to stop the muscle that makes me confess.

I fasten my seat belt because it is the law. Getting ready to power down. Upload before it all goes wrong. DecayDance

Write Back To Where We Started From

I know you so well, like nights in Manhattan in an alphabet light. I'm still seeing double through those predictable glances. You are oh so fabulous with your trust and motto's.

She said "don’t take this on if you are wanting something other than fame."

I'll be in the kitchen preparing revenge, we both know it's best served cold. So bundle up your heart strings and remember your manners.

Sometimes I think that when you buried my good fortune you thought it would just stay there in the grave.

love(d)r

Re-Writing Myself Alive

Resorting to being myself since everyone else is taken. My thoughts are spreading out on notebook paper that is crumpled and creased. They aren't perfect but they make me smile.

Sweet everythings spilled into my frontal lobes. Promises being said out loud and not being kept. Less pressure.

Switched myself off for a day or two, instead of continuously trying to jump start my brain.

The moon is a crescent in the afternoon sky, Cheshire-cat style, and I can see the gaps between it's teeth as it gri(maces)ns at me.

Life lines make me dead, but deadlines keep me alive.

Til I Can Laugh At My Heart Between Your Teeth

I've got your words in me. I want you back and forth, inside out and such. Nothing more.

Met myself for the first time in the middle of a chorus this morning. I've got a span of attention, eyes long as my teeth, and every intention of losing myself. Wanna join? This all just a shout out to J.O.Y

Go ahead. Do the right thing... I'll just watch from here. Me not caring is the best thing that's happened to each and every one of us.

6-12 Has Always Been My Day

It's Trainwreck Tuesday in NYC, and tomorrow.. home will be the scheduled stop. Lovehostage will soon be in your living rooms.... your support means more than life.

These days will be spent with crossed fingers and closed hearts. Telephone li(n)es and stories too unbelievable to be made up. We're all living lives that are just books with ripped out pages we can forget we ever wrote.

52 Heart Pickup

Theres an opposite to deja vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first time. Everybody is a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar. Jamais Vu reminds me of the mirror in my bathroom.

This isn't learning from my mistakes anymore so much as it is damage control. I might as well be trying to paint a house that's on fire.

I don't draw short straws, I photograph them. I take shots in the dark because that's where I feel that I'm kept. Someone please fill my hopes with helium. At least that way someone will have an excuse for pulling me down. Happiness has become just guarding yourself from the facts.

mor(t)ality.

A Brighter Shade Of Loyalty

A day in the dark is the new night. My heart is offline, yet I woke up with this burning in my fingertips. I won't fill your screen with sweet talk sweetie... sweet talk sweetie is just a twist of the tongue. I'll stick to stomachs.

Lavish reward for anyone who can find last summer's eyes from which I viewed the world.

They're driving up the price of inspiration while I'm running on fumes.

Empty

Even Darwin requested to be baptized upon his deathbed. But they'll never tell you that... Til this day his work is still just a theory, taken "too far" by academia... his words... but they'll never tell you that either...

We're already under water on Jupiter's moon, Europa. Exploring... but they'll never tell you that...

I have been happy on the surface but Jesus took his talent to the grave. So don't mind me but I'm pretty sure I feel myself sinking. Now maybe someone has another someone to save. I don't know if I'm calming down or revving up... The engines overheating a bit and the music's too loud to tell.

Just one syllable to throw me off balance. That's why I love you. I'm self conscious to the point I can't meet my eyes in the mirror. Or maybe that's because I'd hate to shatter the illusions I've deluded myself with. It's both curious and ugly how fast red fades to brown, and the stings turn into itches.

It's So Easy 2 Get Older Not So Much Wiser

"Pooh"
"Yes, Piglet"
"Nothing, I just wanted to be sure of you"...
"Goodnight dear friend"

Hands Down, Hopes Up

From room 1203 - W Hotel NYC Union Square

A Buffalo nickel met me at the gates, along with a rush of caffeine at sunrise.. dying to roam. Shallow glances from a strangers profile caught my eye. The headline on the Sunday paper read; "Take Over, The Breaks Over."

Hemingway dreamt in black and white... it was all in his head. Well lit rooms and red water balloons. Sound stage chaos. A rainy night in Brooklyn will have them talking until the sun burns out... while the rush of "what's next" had us all delaying flights for one last fix. Long live the young and the jet set.

It's really all a matter of who you become in the middle of the night. I don't want to descend back to reality when I'm here. Angels drink with Kings when we're all together. We're just a click away. Hope and Hype are just a letter off as well.

GongHitsForShots

Kiss My Eyelids And Sing Me To Sleep

It's funny how very simple and intricate illusions can be. I don't ever want to know where the blades go, or how the assistant steps out unharmed. If the world came to an end, I'd rather stay blindfolded than open my eyes.

Small amounts of "genuine" have dressed themselves in black and invaded the corners of my lips. Pulling them towards the stars and convincing them to spend the night. My stomach turns when you're near but only in the best directions.

I'm faking everything, just to look like more of a loser because that's all I've ever known. These knuckles are bruised from fights that never happened except in my head. I was looking for comfort in all the wrong places, steel wool instead of silk.

My greatest flaw is my obsession with feeling sorry for myself... no wait... my greatest flaw is my inherent need to document it. If you read between the lines, you'd realize I don't mean half of what I say, and everything that I don't. It's hard to be completely honest, when the world revolves around how well you can lie. I can manipulate people without realizing it, if only to get myself out of a jam. Bending (over) the truth has become a habit. I'm losing my sight from staring at keyboards in the dark, trying to be everything to everyone, and nothing to myself.