POUR YOUR SADNESS IN A DEEP WELL
HEAR THE NOISE EACH DROP MAKES
FEEL THE DIZZINESS OF BEING RELEASED
THAT GASP, THAT LIFE FILLING EVERY CELL IN YOUR BODY
LOOK AT THE SKY
LET THAT WARMTH SORROUND YOU
OH IT’S BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN
YET
YET IT BLINDS YOU, IT BURNS YOU
LOOK DOWN AT THE DARK DARK WELL
WATCH OUT FOR THE MONSTERS IN THERE
OH
OH NO
IT’S TOO LATE
ADIOS MY FRIEND
YOU FELL.

Say it.
Just say it.

Say it.
Just say it.

Say, you love, baby
Say, you love me.

Say, you love, me baby.
Say you love me

When I call you on the phone?
Say, you love me, baby.
Say you love me.

When I write you a letter?
             (Write back)
Say, you love me, baby
Say you love me.

When I'm standing before you?
Say, you love me, baby.

Just say it.
Yes, say it.
Just say it.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

You don't have to be alone
To feel alone.
I still struggle with that
Despite how much I've grown.
I still have my friends,
My family, my fans.
But when I look down, all I see
are my empty hands.

i would listen to you through the rain
your tales of mermaids and faeries,
of moon dust and stars
i could listen forever.
it hasn’t rained for some time now.
i miss the rain.
i miss you.

Springtime and my soul blooms like a snowdrop after a harsh winter.
I feel that all the bad things slowly go away and I come to life.
I can finally walk through my native small town and hear its whispers,
So I think lifetime is not very bad and now I can try to give a drive.

Baby, let's on the run with me,
Take my warm and tender hand,
Have fun as hard as you can be,
I won't give you up 'cause I'm your man.

If you suddenly start to fall, just know that I'll pick you up like an iron wall.
Don't worry about problems, just call them tasks and keep them to any autumns.
Baby, don't worry about the things will happen, just let the river go to its own way for the rules of the planet.
And just sing Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

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

Tall, once grown
A tree needs neither sap nor season
To pine

(for her)

When I think or hear about love
It doesn’t, at all, seem to solve
Most our problems
Look at the evidence
Everythin’s getting worse
As time runs its course

We are human beings
With feelings.
Look around
Not enough empathy
Each day we look more like robots.
We are so clever, only brains.

Shell ✨🐚

To know you never watched
A single video of mine
Never read
A single poem
Never followed
A single link
These are the parts
That break my heart
Because you don't believe me
When I say I see you
Because you don't see me

"do you love me?" i asked with utmost uncertainty
he looked at me as he said, "sometimes."
unsettled, unsecured and in limbo, "no guarantee."
he repeated, "no guarantee... at all times."

I don’t know
I don’t know if I can handle the loneliness
It sits inside of me
It breathes
And it aches
Of its own volition

When can I put my head above the water again
Why am I drowning myself
My muscles are heavy
I am heavy
Until I am not anymore

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

shirtless screaming through
the heartland and I used
to smoke cigarettes
too.

she never wanted
to stay: the youth
she had
left demanded it.
now, I'll wager
she's somewhere
in an apartment with
some dandy that
wears sweater vests
to Thanksgiving dinner.

maybe she thinks
about me and my little
twisted heart every
now and again:
like when she's away
from the sweater vest
on the toilet
behind a locked door,
"be right out, babe!"
or toting groceries
through a parking lot
to her car,
or signaling a
left turn before
changing her mind
and deciding to
go straight instead.

and
maybe I need to
stop thinking
about her
especially after
three years
incommunicado

but what can I say?
I've never slept on
a bed of nails
I couldn't
dream on.

With all ten toes,
And all ten fingers,
I wipe another tear,
And my finger lingers...


I already love you,
More than you know.
I'll care for you
Until I go...


My time has come,
Too show you the world,
I'll be your friend,
Until the end...


After that I'll be your Guardian...

For now you're my Angel
When I'm gone I'll be yours....

Did I do that?

I hurt you I broke you...

Now your done

I peck the keys with one
finger of one hand as the new
Christmas kitten lays content
and warm curled upon my
chest and folded into the crook
of my left arm, his purr motor
at full rev, this his preferred napping
perch whenever I sit at my computer,
little hedonist that he is.

And who am I to object to these
moments of shared warm affection?

You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️

I am a fly
attracted to your nacreous glow.

                                           Just swat me already.

Half truths wrapped in
majestic silk, like
the essence of poetry.

Half truths floating in
the ethers, a gilded
pen in one palm,
lines of fate
embedded in the other.

A sharp bed of red roses, and
blood stained my white dress.

Tell me half truths, disgusied
in surreal worlds, like
poetry.

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You describe yourself
In impossible ways
Your skin is lumenous
Your heart is golden
Your eyes are radient
I'm thinking you should stay away From metal detectors

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

i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed

In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.

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.