From a TrueBlueRoom in NYC

I heart the way that her skies and my eyes always drain at the departure. Watching the city weep from a bar on St. Marks Place. We must look like a picture framed moment, as we sit staring out at the carnival of umbrella pushers and designer knock-off peddlers.

Hunting Buffalo has never been so lucrative. FAO, AK47, MI3, NYSD... all acronyms for our weekend. Boat races in gutters, that's how we should always live.

Chasing HIGHScores from East to West. When your room number matches your area-code you begin to wonder if you're even on vacation... or if just maybe, this could be home.

Release, Rehab, Repeat

I'll be your crowbar if you will promise to focus on me the same way you did your childhood birthday candles. Wide eyes and all. Love is just an inside joke. Let's get punch-lined.

I'm the lamb and you are the slaughter.

Placing victims in the corners of my mind and wiping my feet on all of their dreams. This is our time baby girl, write it like you lived it.

AK47Heaven

Evacuate Your Head

Most of the time, when roses are thrown at your feet, it's only to watch you dance amongst the thorns... but it's worth the pain.

I've been hating the way that the walls echo with absence. I'm carving my heart into a bookmark to be a reminder of where you left off... and as always, things only make sense when I'm looking away.

I've Got Hearts In Every Time Zone

Maybe I'm just sick of how I fit this suitcase life inside the overhead compartment. Turbulence shakes my hand as I introduce myself, but I think we've met before.

The coming and going of good friends has left an empty room that echoes more than it should.

Slept away another one because it's all I know how to do.

Come Front Soon

Not permitted on land so I took to the water today. Old play lists have been a pat on my shoulder from the past, letting me know I'm still alive... somewhere beneath this fair armor.

The sun is such a harsh shade of warmth today that I'm pretty sure I'll forget to go home.

Sometimes I think I might fuck up in hopes that if I actually do something right it will feel saint-like. Either way I'll always be on the wrong side of the meridian.

It's more than alright to sing off key here. We are the original pirates ... the ones that require no anchor. Chasing sunsets and such.

You stood out better when you were .75 cents down with seconds left. PS: Next time, focus on trying to fake your own chest out... not my heart. Still purring?...

Welcome to the lovehostage show. Keep your voices down and enjoy our feature presentation. See you on the second track.

SaccharineOnTheAsphalt

From Room 225 in Birmingham

Used the alcohol for cleaning wounds, and restocked the bottles with kerosene. We all know that turning heads just risks breaking necks so I'll make sure all of the action is in your field-of-view.

Thread the needle with your tongue. This will be home-made loneliness. We're a thousand inadequacies. Taped up and polished to resemble something useful.

Meds to wake me up. Meds to keep me going. Just pull the strings and collect on the humor as I slide. Neither coherent or dismissed... that's how I've been written. And the greatest part of it all, is that I'm the editor of this tragedy.

Forced Heart Beat

Somewhere in Georgia in a driving rain I mis-placed our cloak and dagger. Drops of rain pelting the windshield with convictions. Been feeling like a thief in a sleeping town. Locked my hope away because you're taking it all with you.

Bored in a minefield. The heavy heart that refused to come up for air... that's how I'll be remembered. I've been both, between a joke, and the pause before laughter.

You make me write again. I'm alive upon our death... but thank you none-the-less. Forced heart beat and all.

This Could Be My Vice

My dreams are all backyards in the surburbs. I need the directions to oblivion so I can get lost. Willing to get into the ring just to feel my pulse again.

I forgot to lose your keys so I'm trying them out in every car in the parking lot just in case one will take you farther than my own.

Woke up this morning and tried to trade sunshine for yesterdays, or at least to give the moon for tomorrows... but nothing I say gets through anymore.

I'm just a spirit watching you all live on without me.  What if the voice of reason doesn't speak English?

Why break my wand when you can break my spirit faster?

Today is bad luck only if you checked the date... I've got the calendar glued to my wrist. Crossing the days off until I remember why I'm here.

Displace Me

Spinning a web of "unique" around the designs in my mind. Trying to make the next level something that makes each one of you want to "use all of your guys" to achieve. Super Mario and all... I want to be the castle where you all find the princess.

Syncing myself back and forth until I get it right.

You are my escape plan, playing with fire. I've made a back up copy in case this match against your skin ignites.

I'm out of ideas... but only, not really.

Summer Lovin'

You and me baby, we're the Cubs in October. Most likely at home, but clenching our award for the biggest of hearts.

I wandered off to some place to find the missing piece in my puzzle... and now I'm here, standing right in front of it. Wanna tear it up and start all over, or frame it for the world to see? Your call.

My childhood hero is still on my bedroom wall at my parents house, all though you wouldn't recognize him tonight.... with all of the steroids and such. Twice the size and half the man, that's what my generation has grown up admiring.

I want Harry Carey yelling "let's get some runs." I want my dad and I on the turf in Kansas City, or to be back in my seat on the night of George Brett's final home game.... an inside the park home-run to top it off. Andre Dawson with his weak knees and Ozzy's back flips. Swing and a Mrs.

Phenylethylamine (PEA), the chemical that is responsible for all of your swooning, and feelings of adoration.... it's structurally similar to cocaine. But most people choose cocaine over love when given the chance.

The endorphins we release during infatuation are similar to heroin; only they won’t make you skinny and pale. Oxytocin, also known as “the cuddling hormone,” is usually found in new mothers and newlyweds. Each of these hormones are like ecstasy... more tingles with every touch.

Love exists in a bottle. In a syringe. I want mine diluted with water.

A Fine Frenzy

Changing my 10 digits and everything that follows the @ symbol. For no other reason than just because.... and new technology.

I miss our skylines. I'm hating myself for missing the last few days. Swear to keep my tickets.. if not for anything but a scrapbook. Our friendships are worth documenting beyond the charts. CCH

Holding on to lovehostage for everything it's worth, but discarding pieces like a space shuttle ditches it's rocket boosters.... still in orbit... P dub and AX are my Neil Armstrong. How can we let them down when there is no gravity? Moonstruck is how they'll be livin' this Winter!

Bring me heARTache. Something more than darkness and these fingertips, sleepless against all odds.

Happiness is only there when it's right in front of me. When she goes away she'll take it with her.

Missing Out On Getting In... But I Had To Do It

Been wrapping myself around the way that hope arises in possibility... yet possibility is still fragmented and selfish. Don't think for a second that I'm some sort of safe ground to walk on.

I will sink beneath the feet of a million traveling companions and make ruin of any city's foundations. Concrete and iron beams can't tell a soul how it feels. Our street corners keep secrets, and our road signs only make suggestions.

This is dirty water, but it's still something worth drinking down if it can cure the dehydration from the words that you have let slip out.

Reminded of the summer when all of my friends learned to ride bikes before I had the chance. Watching them peddle away for the afternoon was fierce. If the lesson is never learned it's just like stitches for show.

My insides beat through your screen and in your mind. I'm in a dark room off of the bright yellow hallway. Why don't you just ask me how many times I can sing rescue me.

This is in simple celebration of the things we've grown to hate about the people we love, including ourselves.

sIMple

Slept myself awake and back again. Trying to be a better version of myself while writing letters to someone who opens envelopes with matchsticks. This will only end with the taste of postage stamps so you might as well just cut your tongue out.

Meet my eyes through the glass. We don't shatter like we used to. This gets harder every time.

An Incredible Sense Of The Pretend

Every month that begins on a Sunday entombs within itself a Friday the thirteenth. God always hides a devil.

The crazy thing about fortune tellers is that they are always living in the past. But who isn't? Falling in love never was all that much like falling asleep. To to be perfectly honest I think I liked the sleeping thing a whole lot better. Every night you can die yourself to sleep. There are a lot worse things than being alone. They must have just slipped my mind...

"there is honor among thieves..."

Make a list of things you love, hate, and look forward to... am I on all three?

"The world is your oyster"... what does that mean? That I'm just grinding sand, waiting to be sucked down by box dyed blonde's and chased with hypnotic... Dumb-luck, but there's no such thing as smart luck. Smart luck gets you kicked out of Vegas. Happy as a clam but how happy can clams be? Dreaming of being steamed or robbed of their only worldly possession, pearls.... sounds like a fantasy a soccer mom would have, only with upscale spas and a mugger fetish.

I am a starfish waiting to regenerate a point. Till then, I am kind of pointless. I got a bad rap for not caring but I still pay taxes and wear my seat belt in back seats... though I'm considering changes.

ForeverTheFixerUpper