i stole those roses.  I Love That Beach: knots, nuts and bolts reside with debris and residue salt water for breakfast, seasick, gut spit the rest of you drowning in buyer’s remorse ‘cause you traded away the best of you spray-painted black the window with the best of view shot glass of gasoline, my plan is full-proof  swallowed my pride and chased it with ale stomping sandcastles in the sun, tanning a soul that’s grown pale i brought sand to the beach towing a shovel and cigarettes in a pail at the shoreline, within inches of a white-flag flail  who are you again? you introduced a thespian  oil and water don’t mix, needed a fix now look at the mess we’re in tempted to steal back the peace we’re resting in i commend the voodoo, sprayed me with hex, again tap a nerve, pull the pins from spine its always a 50/50 gamble, consolation is half a mind bandit in all black trying to steal back time witch’s brew by the cauldron, i chugged straight, sprinkled vinegar with lime drunk off holy water, bended knee at shrine her wet on my tongue, no other heaven to find tasted of her and i took it in vein pulsing with venom, the pearliest of fangs no sleep for the wicked, at daybreak the nooses hang a killer in every sense of the word, sociapathic tendencies and a mean shoe game rooted in trauma, a rose made of stone, i could not pluck her but i know exactly how many licks, but that’s ‘cause i’m a sucker high on a sugar rush, gravity drags me with all it can muster ignored signs on the road, no breaks, i rushed her conference calls in the loo, i could never trust her  insecurities and bad behaviour account for the lack of lustre  i waste words but its how i show i’d like to be a grown up but being emotionally unsophisticated is all i know tried hard to hold on broken wrists are plated, copper in a row subscribe to easy cliché, Being Jaded is my favourite show pioneer of my ways, preserve my heart in snow why sweat working towards growth when i can let my heart grow cold if logic is keeping score my loses are 2 and 0 spent the night dancing with devils in new dresses her sonic symphony slithered inside how sly the treble clef is high off the sorcerer’s stone, i abide by the Treble Clef Witch when her fable preceded i disregarded as dry snitch a direct hit to the senses i’m a fool for this fly bitch i’m filthy, in need of cleanse, full of hives and an eye twitch looking for a remnant to treasure through sand unmeasured, i sift buried in r.e.m., mining through haunted dreams -too much for my mind’s lift its light work for most but i stumble down steps in the dark they warn not to play with fire but i am addicted to the spark being in love with explosives will leave you in shards.  - PVRRIS

i stole those roses. 

I Love That Beach:

knots, nuts and bolts reside with debris and residue

salt water for breakfast, seasick, gut spit the rest of you

drowning in buyer’s remorse ‘cause you traded away the best of you

spray-painted black the window with the best of view

shot glass of gasoline, my plan is full-proof 

swallowed my pride and chased it with ale

stomping sandcastles in the sun, tanning a soul that’s grown pale

i brought sand to the beach towing a shovel and cigarettes in a pail

at the shoreline, within inches of a white-flag flail 

who are you again? you introduced a thespian 

oil and water don’t mix, needed a fix now look at the mess we’re in

tempted to steal back the peace we’re resting in

i commend the voodoo, sprayed me with hex, again

tap a nerve, pull the pins from spine

its always a 50/50 gamble, consolation is half a mind

bandit in all black trying to steal back time

witch’s brew by the cauldron, i chugged straight, sprinkled vinegar with lime

drunk off holy water, bended knee at shrine

her wet on my tongue, no other heaven to find

tasted of her and i took it in vein

pulsing with venom, the pearliest of fangs

no sleep for the wicked, at daybreak the nooses hang

a killer in every sense of the word, sociapathic tendencies and a mean shoe game

rooted in trauma, a rose made of stone, i could not pluck her

but i know exactly how many licks, but that’s ‘cause i’m a sucker

high on a sugar rush, gravity drags me with all it can muster

ignored signs on the road, no breaks, i rushed her

conference calls in the loo, i could never trust her 

insecurities and bad behaviour account for the lack of lustre 

i waste words but its how i show

i’d like to be a grown up but being emotionally unsophisticated is all i know

tried hard to hold on broken wrists are plated, copper in a row

subscribe to easy cliché, Being Jaded is my favourite show

pioneer of my ways, preserve my heart in snow

why sweat working towards growth when i can let my heart grow cold

if logic is keeping score my loses are 2 and 0

spent the night dancing with devils in new dresses

her sonic symphony slithered inside how sly the treble clef is

high off the sorcerer’s stone, i abide by the Treble Clef Witch

when her fable preceded i disregarded as dry snitch

a direct hit to the senses i’m a fool for this fly bitch

i’m filthy, in need of cleanse, full of hives and an eye twitch

looking for a remnant to treasure through sand unmeasured, i sift

buried in r.e.m., mining through haunted dreams -too much for my mind’s lift

its light work for most but i stumble down steps in the dark

they warn not to play with fire but i am addicted to the spark

being in love with explosives will leave you in shards. 

- PVRRIS