robbiemuffin

these are the tools for which we seek, these cool hands, these flattened feet, and in the miracle of silence, from that pause comes an empty moment, fragile and flawed wordless, attributeless, a non-calm brain until the old machine cranks up again and with new motivation seeks the thread the illusion, the goal, some single, new end all along the paths, thriving while we may, we push forward as if forward is where we will stay but quietly, insidiously, chaos sneaks in and saves us from reaching the moment, and our goal, and that vim until at last one day in a miracle of love we become one with the moment, and no longer walk amung

mail order brides, turtlenecks and trophy wives, where's my pride? all had the ways and the means to breach, the borders of easy street to blend right in, the family, the neighbors we all surrounded them in a white picket fence til both ends meet there's a time and a place, so I wait it out for the tug-o-war and who you'd pull for while on the way between you to me is a fine line that burns us at both ends two peas in a pod, a battleaxe, a bastard child took one step more to the source, borrowing from their rain checks bought the mortgage and that fence until it crumbled down under the weight of it all go on now, paint the whole

wish I could be the one who was first over you and you minded. wish I was the stronger girl the one who won it out and walked away, in time now I'm scrappin it out in alleys retracing memories in each step wondering what could I have gotten wrong was it all about the sex or just... pretending that we knew what love was when nothing was left and now its good bye well not this time because the next boy I find I'll hold him down I'm gonna be so strong the next time I'm working up a sweat , and I'm making sure he's the one thinking something must be wrong I'll be grinding on him looking down into his eyes and saying baby, I'm o

quiero lamer tu vientre, nena, el punto de la vida la flor de la que florece echo de menos la oscuridad y la cordura con una luz roja, negra y de sebo brillando a través de nuevo quiero sentir una conexión ser parte de alguien quien mas grande que el mundo exterior que abarca a todos no quiero sentir peligro quiero compartir nuestra sangre en emociones vibrantes enredado en una red de la vida amalgamada quiero escalar a través de mis años quiero escalar fuera de mi mente volver a la realidad donde puedo sentirme a tu lado y me pregunto mis dedos en el pelo castaño oscuro tu piel suave y preocupada a

Yo sueño de volar de nuevo, con mi hermana. Nos convertimos en aves y volar al aire. Es azul, y grandes. El viento nos ascensores, al igual que las hojas. Entonces retroceder. El sol se siente caliente en my plumas. Nos caen y se elevan de nuevo. El sol se siente caliente en mi plumas. Mi hermana se reía y me riendo. Queremos ver quién puede volar más alto. Estamos raza, y más lejos, superior en el cielo. Pasado el viento, mi hermana va por delante, pero estoy de vuelo tan rápido como pueda. Pasadas las nubes, no puedo ver a mi hermana a todo. Es nada, pero ahora caliente. Caliente. Pasadas las nubes. Sólo