~
"The sea complains upon a thousand shores"

Yet, I miss your current

passing through me

infinitely I tread this water

in the hopes you will soon awaken

like new horizon

"my precious, the sea will never rest"
~

If I could have found
Someone to express
I would’ve talked about
My Loneliness

I see myself walking in the night sky, taking the moon home, and letting you stay in the best place of my heart.

i think he was a delivery guy
building four, number 2
across the walk

a moped with one of those
cage attachments
for carrying food
or packages
or whatever

one time i brought over a
loose hammer found near
his bike and caught a
glimpse through the door

gray couch,
folding chairs,
table full of wires
nothing out of the ordinary
same layout as ours

white Hats barreled in
before we could react
the dog was first
then my brother
then me

guess they had some bad intel

purple for seductive
red for danger
blue for dead

"Silly girl"
They say.

"How can you love a boy you've never met?"

My answer is always the same.

The boy I've never met has told me I'm beautiful so many times.

Never has anyone I actually know made me feel of such worth.

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

We're all mad here
the day you accept the bier
the moment you accept the fear
you understand, we're all mad here

We're all sad here
all is sorrow, a single tear
there is no tomorrow,  no home pier
you understand, we're all sad here

We're all angry here
all is lost cause, so strange, so queer
all is far, yet so near
you understand, we're all angry here

As a white rabbit dashes by
As a time flashes by
Late, late, late
for nothing and everything, too late

Texting
Singing
Ignore your phone ringing
Ruining me
Using me
Pretend you aren't abusing me
Overwhelming
Overtelling
Aimed at me you're always yelling
Sting me
Bring me
"Can I meet your family?"
You say no
go change your clothes
You're too ugly, adios.
Goodbye love
I am free of
Your mental sort of
Boxing glove.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

solitude is usual ,              even welcomed.

trips out reveal another state. the mind
and all travelling            excites, , i await
silence.

again.

he asked me a question, then i replied.

endlessly.                      it may be a gift?

ash escapes the brain

into    air.

days left,

three voices

rise, until just

one

is heard

**

on reading of orchids

have been meaning to tell  what a lovely book

you gave me

so while the mopped floors dry i am marooned with

the internet a while

a good grasping size, embossing feels good to touch

while one chapter at a time opens new ideas  and

brings fond memories of dorset country side

solitude

another time in life

thank you

Tears fall silently
remembering how it was.
Joy will return, soon.

Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.

Weeks upon weeks of waiting...
You’re still not here!
Nerves rise and keep rising...
It’s time for you to appear!

I belive we were meant to meet
If not today then tomorrow
If not this week then next week
If not this month then next month
If not this year then next year
And so on....
But someday somewhere we were meant to meet.
Meant to be each other's comfort
Destined to be each other's best
Made to be each other's forever.

SMILE is the best makeup that can cover your PAIN .

In search of a new beginning;
Bare rocks and cutting edge dust dunes;
Frozen caps and veins of ice.
Pristine Marscape all around.

We start by leaving our parallel prints
As we sprayed our hands in the caves.

“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.

there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home

Voyez vous, 

l'histoire est un recueil :
Un recueil de pleur , de joie , de tristesse
Et même D'allégresse
L'histoire est un recueil universel
C'est un amat de nos échecs de nos expériences et de nos réussites
Il aurait alors un goût de miel et de neme

L'histoire est tachée d'imperfection
qui lui donne des clichées
et tout y est soigneusement inscrit et gardé

On es bien parti pour un meilleur lendemain si on étudie et qu'on corrige ces clichées
Étudier l'histoire d'un  X pour en ressortir d'autres clichées serai un  plus pour nous

Shes' was fire
her courage blazed the earth
she' strength
her grace sparks beauty
her soul is inferno
it ignites power
her patience is light
that fuel ⛽️ passion
with lips like flame
her turmoil burnt
her  resilience is a blast

It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

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

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.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

I will save my last lines for you
The final sentences
I will save for when we are alone

We constantly flip the switch
                                  footsteps approaching *
“Hurry”
                                                 “Shhh”
               *flick
They can’t know we live in the dark