Out Of This Life They Called Nothing

Our hips collided where honesty lies.

Just enough poison to match the blood. Fight the clock Ryan, and that same bad dream until your knuckles turn purple. The greatest feeling will come on the last play, when you're out of breath and on your back. Victory is so much more than a chant. Just out live mom and dad and then let it all go.

Bet it all on something that has no time frame... then spread yourself across three time zones.

If you're a battery you're either working or dead.

For a moment, I was pretty sure that I caught your eye. We have the same stare at times, and I'm more than sure the intentions behind our eyelids match.

Please catch me if you can, and then return to sender. Home is nothing more than fiction, and pillows only slow us down.

Hijacking all speakers in your favorite local bar, for the fun of it and a fresh breath. I'm a gutter kid... In love with the have-nots. Dirt, bruises, and scruff. It's all I know of a home.

My face shows each emotion. Grimace to smile.

Look in these eyes and say it once more. Everyone shakes to your rhythm with a barrel down their throat.

Promise me one thing... leave Hook to me.

SheOffendsReason

My Regrets Are Obese

Her eyelashes fluttered open as she came to the realization that all of the sins that her mouth had said were only the beginning. Rather than face the rest of us, she just lies in her bed pretending to be okay. In the meantime, I'm a red eye flight away from being complete.

With a hymn and a secret hid, I've packed once again. Above the selfishness... Beneath a broken heart.

I'm alone with the lights of the avenue. There is a kid who bangs a drum on the corner, and I'm walking to the time.

Happy Solid Days

It's not that I'm self destructing. It's just that this thing didn't come with an option for auto pilot, and the control tower is down.

The pleasure, the afterthought, the missing tombstone placed where our hearts first buried themselves under the sheets. This is us. We are unmade, like the bed we share.

YourBreathOnMyNeckInTheAM

You're My Secret Weapon

I'm never sleeping again. I swear it this time. I forget everything that's inside me, but it all feels just so right. There is an art to the blur. It's where I feel at home. Like Cody in the undertow. Drowning anything, everything, anyone, and everyone in my way. Chlorine makes it a clean escape.

I have NY in my veins for the rest of the year. In and out of town from here on out. The young and the jet set. Madison square to Times square to 2008. Join us won't you.

Goodnight Moon

Chewed a stick of expectation and hid it under my shoe yesterday. Threw boulders at your window because I ran out of pebbles.

I miss the spaces in between, and I hate the emptiness of everything. We say but never mean (it).

This may sound like gibberish to you, but I think I'm in a tragedy. She asked to borrow my heart. I told her she could, but only if she promised not to capture the pieces, and to just play for checkmate.

The Birth Of Boardner The Buffalo

Sitting with drink in hand, in the very stool where Elizabeth enjoyed herself just before stumbling into her own legend... becoming the Black Dahlia.

She's my west coast Dylan Thomas. Here we all are... the anti-glam. Its ok to fail here. Nothing will be reported, yet these walls will stand long after our best mistakes.

This is the kind of bar that spawns themes.

I can learn everything about you in the time that it takes for your eyes to adjust to the gloom. It feels the same here. My Hollywood home. Off the map of the living.

My elbow is up for Charles Bukowski. I hear we have more in common than just this seat at the bar.

Threw safety to the wind but secretly tied a string and used it as a kite. Now it's all tangled in the skyline.

I'm in love with foreigners and the way they treat me. I've got a lucky arrowhead in my wallet from a new far away friend.

I can't wait to see my four-legged best friend tomorrow. Home is where your dog is.

My Heart Will Swallow You Whole

Can't keep my nails clean in this town and my entire itinerary has become a name drop.

Had vegetarian buffalo wings but only by accident. Mush wrapped around artificial bones. Just like half of the people in this town.

Using the bar for rest and a pat on the back. Go get em kid.. Before they get you. This has become more of a race against myself than anything else.

Sorry for this lousy to(w)ne. I'm just missing my dog the way Rick missed Ilsa.

The 101 is an IV in my veins. Waiting for a blood rush to your parking lot. Nobody's ever going to get us... nobody's ever going to get us. I'm the magician and you are the trap door I'll never reveal.

Left Coast Insomniac

The only sunset around here is a boulevard. Days into nights into blurs. Counting on myself while you're counting sheep. A kiss goodnight. Forget the front door. I'm more of the under-the-lamp-post kind of guy.

This year has been put to music. Next time your head bounces and your heart skips a beat, you'll know where I've been. Remixed and ready.

Click, Click, Flash, Flash...

I Got The Red Carpet Blues Baby

Just look ok. You have your whole life to get normal. Hazy afternoons have me finally laughing again. The sincerity between us makes it ok to get out of bed on the bad ones.

Feeling like Indiana Jones minus the hat and good looks. Ready for adventure and the other coast. Training eyes to look beyond, not behind.

From this airplane window, life is nothing more than a canyon, jumping off of the cliff is the hardest part. Let's get alive together.

There is a spark of greatness inside each of my close friends and I. We've taken it upon ourselves to blow on it and guard it. Feeding it ideas like dry wood, just to watch it burn. The original spotlight, the initial flash of the camera, it's all just a result of flint meeting steel. I'll be the former if you'll be the latter.

We're just making circles on a piece of debris near a Sun. None of this is unique. Lately I've just been wanting to tear the pause button off of every electronic device I see.

I'm sure there was a fleeting moment when Neil Armstrong found himself contemplating staying behind on the moon and letting the air run out. That's mostly how I feel when we go our separate ways.

Catching the corner of your eyelids just before we close the door. Last glimpses mean so much more on the opposite sides of walls.

Everyone should read Kerouac and cross the country at least once. For me it has become a fall-time ritual. Truth is, I've only been saving myself.

CLT-ATL-LAX all of these thoughts won't fit on the back of this delta airlines ticket. We're the ruins of tomorrow. Forever a monument to what should be.

Cleaning House

Graduated early, while you were at the playground under the trees. The birds whispered in my ear, letting me know that you were nothing more than bad timing.

I've returned to this side of the heart in the sand.... Where I've got a sunrise in my veins. I live for misplaced nights, and crashing hips. Best kept secrets and such.

The laugh I used to live for has become nails on a chalkboard. I'm all out of ink for you. You've become the lull. You're so last year... And a poor actress at that. Box office disasters in the form of someone I used to know. LA is for the heartless. I think our tickets were switched.

Whoever dubbed LA the city of angels must have forgot to use spell check. I'm certain they meant angles.

As the drinks pour I find that its taking less to let you go. Soon you'll be another sobering thought that sparks absolutely nothing within me.

Mr. E and Ms. Fortune

I just keep putting to paper the life that you're teaching me to live. Absinthe in the afternoons, latch-key hearts by night. Lost and found. Phones and friends. I use her like a getaway car. Just drive.

Someone whispered "make yourself" in my ear once, and it made everything feel ok again. I love being stolen away from all of this.

Flip the pages. View my life. Dog-ear the best parts and highlight the worst. Publish me behind a glossy cover because this is the only place where anything goes.

She is the kind they cut off ears for and start wars over.

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