Foolish men wander
Down strange roads
And ponder
Nothing that is sane or true
Wise men will trod
On well beaten sod
And eventually step in poo

we aren't all
still waters and roses,
we each have
our darkness to embrace
our deepest desires,
demons in the shadows
i wonder if yours
has crimson hair
and saucer eyes,
if they hit you
with burning kisses
while you sleep,
just like mine
have eyes of ocean blue
and writers hands
that feel like home.

I don't find comfort in people anymore

everybody has a dark side
go on, explore it and have a good cry

fresh between your teeth
clean and clear like a little bit of
rage
or blood
or both
Crisp are the larvae that have found their way there.

And after
everything
you have put me through

I'd still do
everything
for you

early autumn hint
faintest cool northerly breeze
whispered he's coming

Erik was not a social guy
a quiet life he led
his eyes looked down or at the sky
imaginary friends he had

and to these friends he only talked
having no sisters and no brothers
he had his room securely locked
and never spoke with others

until Deborah moved next door
and turned on her bedroom light
lifting his eyes from the floor
Erik found his star at night

soon they were as tight as glue
a love no one could end
then Erik introduced Deborah to
his each and every friend

before the divorce,
emptied our fat bank account
donated to charity.
18/9/2091

It feels like I don’t know you anymore.
You’ve become a different person,
but I am still the same.
We went out into the wilderness together
but then you left me to fiend for myself.

Kosovo

Let it fall and rise
Like Kosovo
With respect and reverence
Like Rome and the Byzantines
Or Constantinople

Give them liberty
Impunity
Immunity from the tyranny
Of former countries
Why must history
Stubbornly refuse death

I want to go home  
I hate this feeling  
I don't want to do this  

I really wish I weren't me

It would be a lie to say I feel invisible
I feel painfully seen and ignored

every time i see you
it's like a breath a fresh air
except i'm underwater drowning
and there's no air
and no matter how good it feels to give in and take that last breath
you know it will be the death
of you

~e.m

its sad
like you push them away
but did they ever even wanna stay

poets are the words that you didn’t know existed

poets are the flowers that are picked petal by petal to find out if you love me not

poets are the books that are opened and never read

poets are what the world needs, they just don’t know it yet

I pray that somewhere out there,

someone more powerful than I

loves you more than I possibly could.

I pray that God loves me

more than I love myself

because He knows what I am capable of.

I pray that God will take care of you

because I try,

everyday,

and I don't think that the earthly capabilities

of fragile little me will be enough

to save you from yourself.

So find comfort in the fact that,

even when I am not with you,

someone that loves you stronger, deeper, and completely

is always by your side.

I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.

Dreams alone are somewhat lifeless
Plans and actions are its heart and blood
You would also agree with me that
It takes more than those two (heart & blood) to keep a person alive, dreams alike.

to look back
at my words
tears open old wounds

but perhaps they have stayed open
because i have stopped tending to them.

It would be a new beginning
  when the vain-glorious self is set aside
  the ego evaporates into nothing
  with the demise of pride.

  A fresh life would be waiting
  beauty enters the heart to abide
  in the fusion of love enduring
  is there any wanting beside?

Tear apart
paper hearts

sunny rain
****** rainbows
and blue rain

stuck in box
can't push me out

sleeping
for months
waking up in October


nice talk
now we're back to ignoring each other

sensitive
lost my bottle of tears
I cared for myself
I never noticed you were here

i have overreacted
my brain map
has melded together
50 states of azaria
becoming one
i don't know why
my mind goes
off in different
directions when
i'm
jealous
insecure
boundaries getting
jumbled like word salad
i trust you
you know the backroads of me
the secret shortcuts
to take
when i'm unruly
no one knows my jagged edges
my 4 seasons (fall, falling, spring, and summer)
quite like you do
the chicken crossed the road
and fell in love
and never has been the same since

Dear youth,

You have thought that to be strong you must,

Thicken your skin;
For there is no tool to penetrate a concrete exterior,

Sharpen your tongue;
For there is no enemy to best an attack superior,

Harden your mind;
For there is no weapon to damage an armored interior,

Deepen your heart;
For there is no person to adventure a place so inferior,

But that is not learning to be strong,
That is hiding.

You will learn that to truely be strong you must,

Have skin like a river;
To allow life to grow below a surface that floats away harm,

Have a tounge like a rose;
To show beauty to those that are gentle and protect with the ***** of a thorn,

Have a mind like a door;
To open for safety and change yet shut against fear,

Have a heart like stained glass;
To encourage colorful light to shine through but withstand the darkness,

I may not be strong yet,
But I am no longer hiding.

I shouldn't be up this late
I have work in the morning
I hate my boss
I hate my job
I'd quit if I didn't need the money
But I can't stop the drinking
And I can't shake the feeling
Of you on my lips
I'm cursed forever
With the taste of your kiss
And your hands on my hips

I need someoone to help
Did I tell you I'm drinking
I hate this taste
I say hate too much
Is that why you left me lonely
But I can't stop the drinking
And I can't shake the feeling
Of being alone
I'll guess I'll get use to this
Or at least try
  
Everything feels so strange
And I know I am up too late
But
I'm smoking the buds of your cigarettes
Just to be where your lips have been
I'm only doing this all because I think that I need it
It's as close as I can get to you

Yeah as close as I can get
(As close as I'll ever be)
As close I can get to you

I'm smoking the buds of your cigarettes
The ones you left in the ash tray
During our last conversation
I'm wearing your t shirts
I'm listening to your favorite mix tape
I'm only doing this all because I think that I need it
It's as close as I can get to you

my heart continues to hurt, achingly, but the one thing is each passing day it does hurt less by a fraction .

Suicide aint it chief

I laugh and cry and laugh
And cry again

These mixed emotions
Wondering if this is all there really is

Coffee breaks and tension headaches
And endless droning on in dimly lit halls

Making a measly paycheck
To barely afford the rent

Solace in a fast food sandwich or two
Dying slowly, a calculated death

Life is boring,
We can barely afford it

Giving us no time
Instead of it all

I sit, contemplating it all
Writing these stupid words

Wondering was it all really worth it
Was this the plan along?
Were we the puppets on the string,
Dancing endlessly for the carrot
We won’t obtain?

I shall never know.

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 too *******.
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 sit there and wait
until you get up and leave
kitchen is now safe

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

take me back with you
so we can gaze at the stars
one sin at a time.

I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you