Esophagus

I'm just a rope.
an inadement object.
I didn't used to hope
now I wish I was useless.

Tied around gentle hands
spoken words of his demands.
I am too frightened.
I start to fall into knots.
I can't untighten....
or have any thoughts.

As I lay on the floor,
what have I done?
with a girl who thought she was secure enough
to be alone with someone.

I wish I could wrap myself around his neck.
Wish I was something other then someone's object.
If only I could pull tight.
Just so he will know his actions aren't right.

I'm just a rope, an inadement object.
This must be my fault, I think as I reflect.

Dumpster cat

Someone let the cat out of the bag.
I was let in on the joke.
Contemplated while I took a drag.
And listened carefully while truth spoke.
Let go of my hand...
Let go of my soul....
Let go of my mind.....
Now that I know.
Another pranced around your bedsheets.
Someone with a blurred face.
Someone pretended to love me.
Center of a attention that took her dimension to the center of once was my place.

This motive was created to feed anxious ovaries,
vindictive she kissed the soul he breathes.
It was the same oxygen that used to revive me.

His backbone is poisonous.
His body sold for parts.
He threw away his lips,
so his words wouldn't damage my heart.

I needed to turn my back on what my eyes didn't see.
What I didn't know, low and behold, all  along
the joke....
was on me.

Outer limits between two moons

Close your eyes and exhale,
drift to a plain without a Heaven without a hell.
Your relaxed aura peaks,
turn off your mind and let your body speak.
We will shine next to the constellations
while dancing on Jupiters rings.
We will lay in a sea of clouds
and fall in love with sound when the heart beats.
Your home is here.
It extends to the outter corners of the atmosphere.
This love blankets me soft.
The scent of a man that make my worries peel off.
Undoubtedly aromic.
But only for a moment......

Seashells talk

The ocean came crying, couldn't believe the damage done.
The seashells told her of a time underneath the sun.
Eels swam in dangerous tides and created a treasure chest of lies.
It washed to my feet
the lock broken
and in disbelief,
couldn't believe what was about to be out in the open,
to cause this much grief.
I was hoping for more of a relief.
Instead behind shut blinds
beneath a blanket of untelling stars,
the sand attempted to wash away
a night that went too far.
The message in the bottle felt sorry for me.
Low and behold the bottle's message told me something i didn't see.
The waves grew greater as the tears fell down,
but what do you expect when u hang with the eels
 whom are always lurking around.

Stump of the elm tree

I know all about misery, I've done the deed
I'm not a savior, my halo broke on my road to Christianity.
The result is myself feeling fake, there are no more ways to take
to get to the Church of Nazerene.
All my feathers blew to the ground.
I was naked when I showed unknowingly
feathers don't make a sound.
Help me find that faith inside.
I need to better place to go when I die.
And I'm tired of asking for saviors
when all that delivers are failures.
Shivering in the cold blooded breeze,
My wings are diseased.
My wings decrease.
My wings aren't me.
Soul searching for myself, Church of Nazerene.
Sins create secrets
secrets so dirty one can't get clean.
I will cry tears of blood, tie me up
walk on coals, heal the souls,
talk to God, the one I forgot,
starve half to death, have my last breath
JUST
to be saved at the Church of Nazerene.

My car DESTROYED the butterfly race.

I was driving in my car today.
These two butterflies were trying to mate.
Unfortunately they were in my way.
OH MY GOD!
I destroyed the butterfly race.
Two of them at the same time.
Now they will never multiply.
The others are doomed!!!
I'm the one that took that away.
Murdered in cold blood.
Ran over and now one with the mud.
No more taking necter in the sun.
These poor creatures died as one.
It was me, I admit, that killed this race.
A issue in life I will have to face.

The saddiest day in this millenium.
But I have to ask.....
Can butterflies fly to Heaven?

My cartoon, Bean can't live without me.

So when I was 17 I thought I wanted to own a coffee shop. My dad was like, "Well does this shop have a name?" No it didn't. I didn't think that far into it. At the time it was just a random thought. He threw out some ideas. None which were that interesting. Then he said " How 'bout Screaming Bean?" I kinda liked it. So my made up coffee shop now had a name. Typically the next step would be to think about where this shop should be, or what kind of coffee it would have. Nope, my brain doesn't think about the important stuff. I was already creating a mascot. Why the shop needed a mascot? Because that's what a 17 year old thinks apparently when they are going to own a coffee shop one day. So i drew a little figure. It was a coffee bean. He had a round head and a oval body with big eyes and stick arms and legs. And how could I forget the toothy smile. This was the happiest coffee bean in the universe. And because he was a coffee bean he was very hyper, seeing that he had caffeine in his veins. That makes sense to me anyways. And that was it..... until I was very ungodly bored at the One Hour Photo I worked at.
So I started to draw. I mean all I did there was run negatives into a machine and the machine did everything for me. I drew this coffee bean image into a scenario where he would have to battle out "Cancerstick" a lame cigarette with a bad attitude. Anyway the Bean beat out the cancerstick somehow, I really can't remember. Then the quick sketch got torn up and I just threw it away. And that was it. I forgot about the comic for a bit. I mean it was just a rough sketch to get me through work. That's all it was. I make sketches all the time. So why was this little bean image haunting me? Wanting me to draw more of him? Somehow he came to life. And from there I started drawing more scenarios around this bean character. And I promised to never throw him away again. And there it is people. The birth of my comic strip, Screaming Bean came alive with just a pencil and paper.