into_the_arms mikey into the arms of death i stare i awaken and look and you are there staring into the eyes of one who would chastise and break me into nothing full of hope and despair severed roads now leave my souls creation withered i cant jump across this chasm the gap is far to wide and god if you are out there give me a place to hide 010312 ... monadh that is so lovely mikey ~ of night and day my existance thrown 010312 ... mikey thank you mona 010313 ... freakizh i don't want to close my eyes ever again, so i run to fly when i'm fast enough i jump to oblivion into the arms of nothing with a smile and without wings 010723 ... Aimee of sleep 010724 ... Aimee of sleep 010724 ... Dafremen Of everything around me. 010724 ... whitechocolatewalrus in to the arms of comfort leave everything behind close your eyes and pray that it won't let you go that you can hang there forever . 040117 ... Syrope into the arms of another...maybe i should be ashamed, i can see how it would be detrimental for our friends to find out, but i just can't regret this... you don't ask questions, you just hold me. i wonder if you really do want to touch me but are waiting for me to crawl into your lap first or you are just humoring me. i don't see how you do it: your lips on my forehead, then my neck, god, the back of my neck... and your fingertips against mine, then tucking my hair behind my ear, then sliding down my arm ...and the whole time i'm fighting the dizziness, the liquefying, and you're talking to me about advertising and movies and magazines. it's not that you're distant or unfeeling, you just talk. usually i'm paying more attention to your body language. your body says all sorts of flattering things, but i want you to tell me, too. if i could talk, i'd tell you how adorable i find the entire situation. i'd tell you i like feeling your voice when i'm against your chest but that i don't want you to be afraid of the silence with me. i'd tell you all the things i want to do to you. but i never can talk. you render me incapable of coherent expression. until then i'll just keep murmuring your name into your neck and hope that you understand. 040118 ... knot meat of another morning, but you want yourself a change. you want your world charged with lightning, lightning that's rare and special. you want the faith of those in the trenches, even if it means entering the trenches to get it. if only there was something that you couldn't return from, kidnapped by a travelling circus, or touched on the forehead by a homeless buddha something that stole from you forever, the comforts and forgetting of the mundane, the car, the seatbelt, the job the grocery store. if only there was a road back to your innocence, your guilt, that time when the side you were on mattered more than which side you appeared on. you want to wake up one morning and walk out the door as a poet. but what makes you think you're better than the world that is okay for everyone else, the people you love, yourself when you're smiling even. if you stay you won't fail, at most tasks anyways. perhaps there will be a small something that hurts when it's cold out, when you're trapped indoors, or in that moment when you turn the light off at night and the darkness shocks you. but if you go out, there are tigers in some thickets, there are angels and devils and they trade tips. you may die an anonymous messiah complex. but it won't be important how you appear. i say this to you, because you are braver than me. i am happy driving to the grocery store, and seeing the ocean, or the fields. looking for it for a moment and catching it, a glimmer, like a shining in eyes i'll never look unflinching into, i'll never feel look upon me. i say this to you because you are there inside me. i tell you shutup shutup not now i'm working. we're at peace when making love. i ask that you give me beautiful dreams, about devils and tigers and angels. i promise you, there you can go as far as you'd like. 040119 what's it to you? who go blather from