just five easy steps.

from the reliability of someone i don't know.

Having your first kiss:

1)Try to pick a trustworthy partner.

Smooching someone you trust can ease a lot of the anxiety of your first kiss. If you knew you were giving someone his/her first kiss you'd try to be patient and understanding, so expect the same of your partner.

2)Prepare your mouth.

Use chapstick or lipgloss to smooth over chapped lips, and brush your teeth and tongue well. If your mouth feels a little stale, use breath mints, spray or gum to freshen up.

3)Don't rush.

You only get one first kiss! Unless you're both so overwhelmed with desire that you have to kiss right now or the world will end, draw it out.

4)Let the other person take the lead (optional).

If you're nervous about not knowing the right techniques, let your partner initiate what happens during the kiss. Imitate what he/she does until you're comfortable trying your own moves.

5)Take a few calculated risks.

I'm sorry about this. I'm tired. This probably won't be here tomorrow.

Whatever,
Mort Rainey.

we own the sky.

he ran to tomorrow

and kissed her scars

telling her that she'd be okay.

because she was broken and bruised

and she had trouble sleeping.

but he loved her and her beautiful sun.

the tears of tomorrow were cold and gentle

and he slept with her til the moon went away.

but she woke up alone

to the sound of the sun

breathing and bleeding to the beat of the stars.

lost in the fire.

it seems that everyone sparked a passion inside of you;
capturing the attention of the world.
everyone else is ordinary.

untitled.

I'm So High.

I looked at the stars and I saw God. And I talked to God (it's been a long time). He told me that I was gonna be okay. That the moon wouldn't last forever, and the sun was coming. And He smiled at me, and knew that I was close. Close to feeling alive, and happy, and free. And I slept on the clouds that night. Got lost in the happy parts of my mind; and I coughed at first (they were a little bit dusty). But I woke up to the sound of you with a smile in my soul and a happy tear in my eye. You whispered to me, "Hey beautiful, where have you been?" And I fell apart in your arms and said, "I was talking to God about some things. But I'm okay now."

Even If You Don't Want Me...

I want you to know that I'm not thinking about you.

I'm not thinking about you.

But damnit... 

You're always in my head, where you're not supposed to be.

And I don't think about you like crayons think about melting.

Or like fingers think about painting.

Yes, I'm aware of your crooked mouth and how you smile at my flaws.

And I'm breaking under the sun that loved you and not me.

Because I don't think about you, or your fingertips.

I don't think about you.

Like birds think about flying.

Or how I think about dying.

You're the only one that every really knew the contents of my soul.

Elaborate. Delicate.

My mind and thoughts so broken,

you were the only one that could touch them.

(please be gentle)

But I'm not thinking about you,

Or the muscles that run up your spine like smoke.

Because I'm having a hard time breathing.

And the thing is, I'd like my lungs to stay how they are.

Thank you.

You can look away now.

There's nothing to see.

Because I'm thinking about you.

Thinking about you

Like whispers think about secrets.

And secrets think about keeping.

And I'm thinking about keeping...you.

Like time thinks about stopping.

And mountains think about moving.

And I'm wishing that I could move mountains just so you'd

notice me.

But we all want what we can't have.

I'm breathing you know...

Barely. But I have a pulse.

And it's drumming to the sound of you.

And I'm thinking about you.

Like hands think about holding.

And souls think about soaring.

Like hearts think about beating. 

And bleeding. 

And. 

b r e a k i n g.

And 

how 

I'm 

breaking.

For you.

ideas burnt faster than built.

Anonymous blank pages are staring me in the face.

And there's a block with "writer" stamped on the edges that's sitting on my brain.

I wish the ideas would just come in words that I could make sense of.

Because my world is a sea and sky made of words and words and more words

Fighting for a way to get out and be heard.

And it's like someone is holding a match to my mind and setting fire to the ideas written on the walls.

But one day, those pages will be filled with your name

And the words will move mountains, and skies will fall.

I'm taking the damn memories with me...I don't care what you say.

The day you found my heart

You picked it up and dusted it off

You put it me back together...

And I let myself love you, you know.

Despite all of the desperate screams that echoed inside myself.

From my aching soul and strangled lungs

I still loved love you.

1. the day perfection was raining down on us and you pulled me close and kissed me over and over

2. how you'd fall asleep next to me on the couch, and you'd wake up and look and me and smile and I would laugh a little as you would drift back to sleep. and I would hope you were dreaming of me.

3. bellybuttons.

4. the way you run your fingers through my hair.

5. how you are probably the only human that can tickle me (I still don't know how you do did it).

6. our matching scars (and how yours is just a little bigger than mine).

7. when you kissed me. again.

8. when you drove to my house without telling me and sat across the street in your car for what felt like hours...

9. how you took a picture of us, and I let you.

10. you.

The screams broke out the other day

When you didn't love me anymore.

And somebody heard and called to say,

"You're broken. You need help."

But I let it ring into the depths of space

And let the dust bury the screams.

But I'm taking the damn memories with me...

I don't care what you say.