an indecent proposal from the mind of a madman.

an indecent proposal
from the mind of a madman.
+++++++++++++++++++++++

hello stranger i love
you do you want to
fuck?
ill likely hate myself
in
the morning, but i hate
myself
now so whats the
difference?

(nevermind. i
hate
you. but i might
love
you later on enough to
make hate a
memory.)

but just because
i hate
you doesnt mean
we cannot
fuck

youre pretty (for
a
psycho) and im
a psycho
so it seems to make
perfectily
illogical
sense that we would
fornicate like psychotic
apes
trapped in a wilderness
of lust.

++++++

2 hours later.

they wake up.
she slaps him.
he light a smoke,
whispers "and here
i'd thought you'd
still respect me in
the morning love.
i hate you. nice meeting
you. goodbye."

(the end. thankfully.)

jsh

a rainbow/rose analogy

a rainbow/rose analogy

+++++++++++++

when she asked me what
i thought was so
unique
about her face I
said:

"it contains traces
of every emotion
at once;
each battling the
other in a contest
to see which feeling
will reign supreme.

you're like a rainbow
constantly dying only
to be reborn again in
the
midst of some
mysterious
storm.

or if you prefer a
flower analogy in
comparison to your
beauty, you are like
the only rose blooming
in a
field of dying
thorns".
j.stephen.h.

reflection upon a rich mans passing.

reflection upon a rich mans passing.
++++++++++++++++++++++++

the corpse didn't even have
a
chance to cool before everyone
he
loved who supposedly loved
him
started fighting viciously over
all
of the material shit he left behind.

a few people made half-hearted
attempts
to glorify him and his many real
and/or
perceived life-achievements,

but at the end of the day i felt
sad
for the bastard.

(and pretty damn happy that i'm
poor, and will likely die so.)

j.stephen.h.

the gymnast

The Gymnast.
++++++++++

I never knew my
Heart
was A Gymnast
till

it Flip-FloPPeD
across
The Dirt Table

when
she
walked into the
room.

I immediately hated
her,

(and myself for hating
her)

because Beauty
makes
me Powerless
when trapped in
an Angel's
Stare.

+

i won't say
hello.

i won't
say Hello;

because
it opens the door
to
Goodbye!

(and Goodbye
Never
Lets Go.)

+

after half-successfully
taming
The Unruly Gymnast,

I stare across the room
wondering
if she ever looked at me;

(probly not)

and
that Olde Familiar Numb
flows
through me till everything
is

OrdeReD
AgAiN.

Then say Farewell
to
Love I have Forgot!

(hello to Cheap ass
Gin.).....

JSH.

of course i love you.

of course i love you.
+++++++++++++++++

of course i love
you.

like the dead
love
breath

(or
it's
Memory in
their
Dreams dancing

through a wilderness of
hope

mingled with Pathetic
Unbelief.)

+

i love you to the point it
drives
me crazy

enough to become sane
again

without realizing
there
is anything Real!

(i love you
so much
my heart stutters
and can
barely feel.)
+

when we lay our
heads
against

Tombstones of LosT
Souls

(watching
the
sky for
Rebellious
Stars.)

I feel so damn
alive
I think I
might Die Inside!

+

Everyday with
you
(In My Head)
is ..

A Lovely- Living- Death
I'm
Truly Grateful For
Because...

(it's probably the
only
thing in Life that
Was
Ever Fuckin
Real.)

so,..
thanks...

(Imaginary Love.)

j.stephen.h.

who asked to be normal anyway?

who wants to be normal anyway?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++

our lips met in
such
a
mutually un-beneficial (ParasiTiC) tYpE of WaY
that even
the most optimistic of
souls would not have
considered it a
kiss;

but
for us
"inhuman-none-
too-human
types"

Irony is Normalcy,

and

subtle meaning lurks
Within Each
Contradictive Frame.

+

Oh,

i
love you
dear!

but You Are
My
Tragedy!

(and
my tragedy
is
God's
Shame.)

+

when the moment
broke,

her
eyes broke
me
beyond feeling.

and
I died in there

somewhere in that
Un-Kiss/

Rainbow -Killing
Kind

of
F?cked
Up
Tragic
Smile!!!

that
Always
lets

us know

how
Goddamn
Odd We
Are!

(but
who
AsKeD to
be
normal
anyway?)

jsh.

in the blackness of unrepentant stars

in the blackness of
unrepentant stars.
++++++++++++++++++

love always
lights
up faces like
candles

in the dark,

ensuring
that
shadows
will
Flee from it.

but when your
shadow
falls in love ?

It is then
The
heart becomes
an abyss
no
 kiss could
Hope to fill,

and
life starts to
feel
like
a slowly moving series
of pictures


capable only
of
capturing the
irony
in everything;

(to the
exclusion
of
any
sound
meaning.)

and angels?...

angels!!!!!???

(they hide in the
blackness
of unrepentant
stars.)

jsh.