Hear once
but listen twice
for misinformation
is the mother of all ******.

Hear once
but listen twice
for misinformation
is the miss in information.

Hear once
but listen twice
for misinformation
is the salt in the deep cut.

Hear once
but listen twice
for misinformation
causes miss in our formation.

Hear once
Listen twice.

Tell me the truth
Do you find me cute?
I find the way you write beautifully.
Your poems are like magic to my eyes.
This all started with a simple hey.

To read is to breathe
To write is to drink
To listen is to eat and
To wonder is to believe

And I used to think it was me who didn't care............

Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait

Welcome to my little world,
Take a seat and hear me speak
Things are a little bit different here
Happiness is the calm before another storm
Look at the birds, they don't sing happy songs
Rain doesn't often come but doesn't mean weather's fine
Everything's in black & white
Time runs backwards and future's no more
You and I are here in the Past
Don't ask me where other people are
They all had to leave just like you'll have to
While you're here, leave some sadness behind
It's in the air you breathe, in the ocean and even in the sky
So why don't you add some in this huge collection?
Have you noticed yet?
We are sitting but we aren't touching any ground
Apparently there is none, oh don't freak out
Things in my world just float around
We drift aimlessly here and there
Look around and enjoy your visit
It's comfy and cool here
Let's drift aimlessly together
Until you feel like "what's the point here?"
Then you leave me and my little world behind
Cuz me and my little world,
We can never be saved from this constant sadness and aimless floating.

Always allied accomplices with
in sync connected consciousness
following one another in confidence
machines moving eerily and ominous
entranced and engaged in cognizance
two people acting autonomous
it’s like they’re synonymous

My words feel hollow.
And utterly so cheap.
Scratch a surface shallow and follow,
While thinking they are deep.

I am a lover to my own end,
But i won't deserve it ever.

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.

my lover twirls grace and beauty
between her fingertips
her golden hair gleams like sunlight
and her breath flows like wind
i can liken her to flowers
but they hold no candle to her
she moves like a river
gentle, slow, and flowing
i understand now the desire
that Eve had that day in Eden
aching to feel the sweet nectar
flow down her chin and to her breast
wanting to taste what she never could have
and, God, did it feel good.

Look in the mirror
and tell me
what you seem to see.
You see,
that girl in the mirror
staring back at me
customarily seems
to have the match
in her hand,
threatening to cease
what we perceive
as "me".
I could never tell you
about the match,
silently waiting
in her hand.

i still remember your birthday
and your favorite color
how we got together on a thursday
and when i left you in the summer

Pushing some narcotics,
of yellow, red, and green.
A rainbow of biotic’s,
to match the color scheme.

I have an abundance of diuretics
all different shapes and sizes.
An organized aesthetic
for commercial enterprises.

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

A mirror begs no forgiveness
When showing you the truth
So spare me your courtesy
You can't hide intent from the guilty

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Life may be hard
But at least I have you
You make me smile
When skies are grey
The moment we touch
Problems fade away
No matter what you’ll always be
The best thing I’ve ever known
I can’t promise to make it all better
But you won’t have to face it alone

you loved her
she wasn't there &
that existed forever...

I don not care if you die
today or any other say
like fluttering pages, you are the past
for now the future presents itself
with modest delegation i beseech it
clawing at my thoughts you faintly appear
neck deep with regrets of moments spent with you
yet so beautiful it aches my being
but its certain that you will always be a part of me

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.

Soon it all dies down,
I’m behind the Queen’s gown

When you lose the throne,
The links drown in his bloodstone

You’ve become the malefactor,
The framed picture of my backstabber

Premier cinemas we’ve stopped,
Reputations and ranks swapped

The shivering sierra,
Why leave me stranded in Canberra?

In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
You fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you
Shall I write it in a letter?
Shall I try to get it down?
You fill my head with pieces
Of a song I can't get out
Can I be close to you?

Can I take it to a morning
Where the fields are painted gold
And the trees are filled with memories
Of the feelings never told?
When the evening pulls the sun down,
And the day is almost through,
The whole world it is sleeping,
But my world is you

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

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 don’t know
It just seems like
I **** the air out of
Everything in the room.
So maybe it just
Feels better to
Punch it with
My fist so
You walk away first-
Leaving me behind.
Then I can say: See?
I’m not crazy.
I knew you would leave.

some                   I
     say                     call
           it's                   It        
                poetry.          oxygen.


I write, therefore I am.