Cut deep inside my heart and you'll expose my loved ones true selves.

Uncross your arms. So I
May access your heart.

Smile, so our kisses fit.
I fell in love with you laughing,

Now look for things to laugh
About; there are plenty.

Save your tears for the hard, solid
Tragedies. I'll cry with you. Then.

I earn your trust just by
Breathing; so honest is my

Loving you. Uncross your arms.
Return my embrace.

In my eyes, an eye for another
Is fuel to the funeral pyre.
Yet my hands long to
Rip heart from chest;
The soul from the flesh,
And toss the rest on the fire.

Innocence, the least deserving
Victim. Cut, shot, burned alive.
Where is the real Heaven?
It sure as Hell hasn't pulled a
Trigger, or a blade
Across their lifelines, the
Little carriers of
The only actual holiness there is.

I have 132 child shaped
Holes in my heart.
How can I fill them with other than
Anger? Disbelief?

I don't care where you are from.
Your religion, philosophies.
There are no greater sins  
Than those against children.
No God, only demons and devils
Behind your hideous actions.
I want. To ****. You.
Does that make me 'no better'?

If so... I don't care.

The smallest coffins are
The heaviest.

May our shoulders hurt
For aeons.

This must be happiness.
So much more than enough
Food and drink.

This must be bliss.
Sun setting over silent seas,
Warm arm against my

Back as she puts her lips on
My shoulder, exhales a
Whispered I Love You, then

Moves along. Windows to beauty.
Both
Ways.

Throw me a line

I don't care if it rhymes

As long as it tickles
my posterior cingulated cortex

Spin me a vortex of spells

Yarn me a tale

Take me to heaven
or your own personal hell


Mesmerise me
with your poemetry.

Sometimes I still think about
Running away; tropical
Shores or breathtaking mountains.

I wouldn't even mind not
Seeing the sun again if
Your shadow was blocking it.