'Oh, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?'

in the cemetery, no one marries, she
weeps for the fallen, for the widows and
the spinsters, she cries at the nights as
she lays on satin pillows and prays for the
generals to all hang on the gallows.

Your skin,
is the color of a rusty gate
your teeth,
collapse like the colliseusm
your arms,
flap gracefully like an albatross
and your eyes,
remain a mausoleum.

(EVIDENCE: Prior to her arrest, this romantic Valentine's Day card was found next to the bullet riddled body of Mrs. Hubbert's husband)

This isn't me
Days
Months
Year's
Pass on
But can't move on from the past
It hurts when no one notices the real me
Missing the real me

Why do they study religion
If only to discredit?

In Venice those old pigeons
I write but do not edit

Love is not enough
But now it's all I have

And words that cannot reach
And distantly a dad

Tragedy and chaos
The news all filled with death

Alone in my little room
Fear. Dearness. Breath.

           Desperateth.

usually you think what you're supposed to think
a stray diseased notion may infect you
but the antibodies of society eradicate the menace
so the rivers of money keep flowing
into the oceans of the rich
and no one loses sleep
including you

I love that music is an audio version of a book which is a mental version of a drawing which is a simplified version of a movie which is a combination of it all

If it was love where are you?
If it were love, Would I take a bullet for you?
Would I stand in a cloud daydreaming what our futures would be?
Or would I ignore you, and get my degree?

If it was love where are you?
In a jumpsuit with your other girl to?
If it were love would you be at home with me?
Or would you be somewhere else, not worried about me.

You smiled so sweetly
And for a moment
I forgot how mad I was at you

The sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard,
no one would hear a peep

The sweetest sleep,
no one hears the breath

Ones heart thaws

When one can’t have the sweetest touch
alone

Why you mad,
Why you mad,
Why you mad,
Why you mad,
Why do you always throw me away,
Why are you always the main source of my pain,
Why cant you just look and see,
He's just fake and make believe,
But there's will always be love for you and me,
But the only thing u do is throw my love away,
Your the main Source of my pain,
You make my heart so much I just want to throw my life away.

I remember breaking it,
now it's back together?
I remember moving it,
but it's still around my throat.
Like a dog on a collar,
always coming back to his owner.
"Good boy."
Please call me a good boy.

in the back sat a guy with long hair,
and if you look at him he'd glare.
but if you sit down,
and upend his frown,
you'll find he's not much of a scare.

The most dangerous
disaster in human
life was trying to
get up a ladder
without legs

i love you,
and to prove it,
i need to end myself?
it's not  that I'm scared,
but i would die,
not knowing,
if you smiled,
when you knew,
i loved you more than myself

I send this with love but know that
I am no longer in love with you.

are we but lonely dreamers
drifting upon a sea of twilight stars
not knowing when to wake

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Ok, it’s 2 AM and
I am sitting in a
dim-light room
staring at a computer
writing prose
about living life.

What a contradiction!

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

Aphrodite
incapable of really
loving someone
to the very end,
if the goddess of love
can't find any
how can I
expect to find love
of my own

Boundaries broke the storm
Before it rose

So the glow settled

The beautiful put to bed
And wonder died while
It slept

‘I’m almost back to normal’
I told a friend today
He said …’if you’re almost normal
don’t go all the way…

…Stay a bit abnormal
It’ll be a clever touch
Normal and abnormal...
We’ll love you just as much!’