Zombies in the Kitchen like Roses

There's a killer in the kitchen. The knife feels good in my hand. I'm thinking about zombies and female killers. The dominant male killing streak ends between these killings and I want to know how she could make herself do it and how long did her thoughts develop into a killer chick with attitude. I'm talking about Stacy Strickland. When she killed her boyfriend, he was talking to a friend of hers but there was no contact for sex, just a touch of common ground that led him to believe her when she said she wanted to kill him and that she meant it. He was close. But she got closer. He died on her birthday which sealed the pleasure she felt when she had thought about it. There's something more to this I believe would shed light into my feelings of fear from dead corpses and living lovers. I have to know more. The End. The smell is sweet.

Cake By the Ocean

We're still trying to fly birds to the sea trying to see how deep you are in your knees. It's not down the hole. It's a goal in my brain.
Connected ripple effect inspired by proof,
a solution not a feeling,
the stolen Sociologist.
My intentions, my stomach. This, they are good.
My mind is on my teeth, my eye, and the burn of my stomach and love for heaven's sake. I'm left feeling like, husband, the back of my tooth, my pussy gut, hand, and annoying things rise as you're left behind. The cable is connected now. My medication is supposed to fix some of this annoyance and desire. Again, I'm feeling like a work in progress, hearing the screws spin on the vibrating walls vibrating on and off my next move. I'm fortunate if I can find myself in this spacey winded muscle.

The Complication

Question.
The problem. Me.
There.
Safety, security, tremor- a son?!

I Asked About the Excitment

I saw the grossest movies. Is he still trying?
If I laugh of birds, I see your wicked joy.
It sucks how different everybody is.
He showed me his baby butt.
Who did you get?
Justin Bieber?
I got an alert.
To you: That was sour on me.
The attempted bird peaks of anger are upon you.
Some freaking friend pulled me by the hand and I like a loco imagined myself wheel chair rolling out.
I get so embarrassed.
The skill is killing it.
There's some guy behind the couple that wants to get in on the cream.

My Medication or NOT I

It's too soon to tell if I'm taking my medication like a super hero.

The Chase: Dream Life

It's scary. I could have VIP tickets, if they find me. People think we're talking dirty. Am I his Annabel Lee? I see myself. My cousin doesn't want to keep her distance. She's just in space, asking for it. My uncle is a hot fry. Someone gave me too much of him. I'm living proof. I knew she was out there playing, my sister. A guy tackled my sister after she pleaded on her knees with praying hands, as she fell, he said, "Détente!" Are you a company? I thought. The cockroach spoke, "You're all a bunch of locas." Her friend could and can hold back. My sister is scared and got done with, with no pressure; The girl has options. She was scared of it, her! That social order. I'm being watched by a girl, a guy, the commands, and careers. I feel I felt, but I haven’t completely felt.

Que si, special lady!! There was no safety. I mean, they could be witches. My friend went to the stars and truth is, he's kind of a "brujo". Se pone para recibir la llamada, "invasion"; the programing. I've been played with. There's a "juego entero" in here. When he spoke, I quivered in fear.

There's a huge check. Una battalla estrellal. That it wasn't so serious. I felt the help on my hand and blue and white pen. He stopped being so hard on me. If the house got magical, I messed it up. My body felt for my brain. "Cabeza", I cry, "nose!" I haven't done the show. Did I feel so rough and tough? Intentionally, I was and did and if someone copies me, I'll say, "Arriba!" Where I was furthest from being all I could be, the group of fans that cheered me on feared discovery. I cry, "no estrella!" I felt a glare. "El tren." That's it! There! The guys are chasing a my sister. It sounds or felt like, like religious or scandalous. They're in the room at the same time. I remember the scary clown. The night and now. I think, "my cookie monster!" It feels like when I used to read books. Pulls. It's so my sister that could get looked at for looking at herself. In the second step, it's about making ribs with my jail bird cousin and extended family that pull themselves into the space not just one cousin holds the position of power in over material things in my world I hold on to. I chose to pull up and get it right. I chose to think a lady spoke and I forgot what she said.

Neon Trees is the best. If I talk Spanish, he'll go into his helmet and space ship to head on to outer space. When my cousin caught someone she got so scared. He caught her. So when she backs him, she takes a lyric and sings sweeter and does a "carilla". That it was enough confirmation for him. It just means you're working for someone? The horrible "lobo" snuck into my dad's room. He sees angels in frames. He hears the angels and the angels hum on my right and a girl caught him. But she caught herself in a mistaken situation. The process made him feel like a heaven in him. New is torture. Repeat is torture. Gun wielding man is my dad. Scary wide eyed girl is the equivalent. I'm low. I went too low. "Arriba!"

"You're worried about the wrong thing." Alguien tenia ultimate safety! He wants to be alone in his craziness. Some girl's husbands, boyfriends, belong to a rich girl. Someone belongs to someone. The world isn't why you should hit me! I did feel like an alien, yellow. I had to be careful, because of the possibility of red. Yellow went in so deep. It was scary. Deep thumps. What did I want? To be a "bien pensada." For me to stop thinking dirty. Did she mean it like this or her space is stuffy? My cousin's dream life is what I ponder. And so I think. It was one hell of a chase.

Dream Wave: A Poem

The dream catcher is listening to our fears.
I find a way to make closer dreams a reality.
I move the dream angles to better view the truth
The waves are as close as close can be
and the waves are far as far as the eye can see.
I run for higher ground because the wave is coming;
it's coming for me.
I know the wave.
The wave is my friend and sure death,
I know it will come no matter what I think or feel,
until the end I battle the cause.
By: Brandy Ruiz