Silence speaks;
The truth of life which can't be spoken.

Unspoken words
Speak volumes.

I want my heart to stop beating
thoughts stop thinking
breathes to stop gasping
I'm tired and I want to go to bed.

As our reality flakes ashes in
loves grasp
growing cold
You were never here
My love

you played me gently
your tender spanish guitar
******* at my nylon strings.
rocking my body
i sing our melody
your soul echoes through me
as i become your extended body
you caress my neck
                                stroking
                                           pressing
                                                       holding
my essences with tender love and care
the fiber of my heart string pull
as you rip me open
you pluck hard
as each fiber loosens
ripping the strings apart
i bleed this black blood
tainted with the smog
you infected me
you play with distortion
clashing echos as you squeeze me
smashed my body
And the music stops.
i lay in pieces
finding nothing in peace

Poison erupts through paralysis
Without an escape
Toxic
     Toxic
         Toxic

It's always 

Pass the woman silence,

Pass the last kiss of winter chills,

The exhaling calm breath of breaking dawn rolling down your cheek to rest on your shoulder
            
          Tomorrow never kills

How could you be so blind
To think the worlds colors
Are only how you see it;

When every night before
Dusk cloaks us
with a diamond dusted blanket
As Mother paints us a sky in watercolor
Just to show that different hues blend beautifully.

Run naked and eat Oreos
Walking barefoot licking ice-cream
Holding hands blushing lightly
laying naked and tasting cannabis
Walking barefoot finding *****

Looking up at sea level
Daydreaming the highest low
White horses trample capriciously
Beating panic in mello brine
Choke down to realize
You're your own demise

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I head out at the end of an Indian Summer,
To journey back through whispering sleet.
Green blades stand tall with
Tips bleached white,
air cradles my face
Walking through a path of confectionary houses
that float on the lakes of November.
Falling stars deliquesce in nearby tarns.

By the cresant of the moon,
I'll be waiting
'Til it wanes new.
You'll come.
So I keep waiting...
Waiting..
Waiting for you.

Paper walls hide no secrets
Of the nights we laid together.
Silkscreen laced curtains fabricated of our exacerbations
Magnify the impressions of our newspaper walls.

3 years
chained to you.

2 months
I fly with him.

1st time
I find myself.

A *****;
Electric,
Hot pressure flushes
warm serenity
Left to crawl
Skin deep

**Silence.

It's that feeling
When you feel the fibers of your heart
Constrict
Releasing chilled blue auras
To the bottom of your throat.
Leaking the familiar asphyxiations
Of yesteryear's sorrows.

My first sip of water
Turnt to poision.
Lungs collapsed
I am mute
Vessels popped red splotches
reality's double
Sick I hang
Without a noose
Waiting for cardiac-arrest

To
                        Bite

         My
                                      Tongue


                         Is
                                           To
Be

                 Secure

Sing me sweet nothings,
Allow me to ride on your melodies of high pitched sincerities

It's become more apparent 
words are the only intimacy 
How unfathomable the desire of understanding 
        Knowledge
               passion 
that hundreds of cells and molecules came together to create vibrations just to express it:
   Just to connect
        To be intimate

Life's lust
Dries casts
Around crusted
Finger tips.

Savory juices
Evaporate in
Parched throats
Of passionless lives.

Aching to be quenched
By tasteless aces

We were at the age where roses could walk,
And petals were silk,
They carried us to nirvana,
Struck with the fear of a child.

Who am i
I am drowning
skin deep
Within my cavity.
I can feel me
heart is still beating
These eyes aren't mine.
Or at least
someone else inhabits them.
Every beat
screams
*Suffocate.

With every heartbeat
Your voice grows fainter.
Silence
Tuning in on the crackles that murmur
From glass,
Gossamer threads of gray
Escape your lips,
Lacing through the streams of the moon;
   You mean nothing to me.
Let me show you what love is.
The world's real small today.
I can feel it melt pools in my arms;
  You mean nothing to me.
Hearing the hums of my ever shrinking universe;
   You mean nothing to me
            Absolutely nothing to me
                *Nothing at all

You liquify me.
I want to be that cool drip
Tracing down,
Down your neck
Pooling into your coves.
I want to be that cool
that ravages your insides,
Making you quiver.
I want to be that cool drip
Heating up from your shivers.
I want to be that cool
That makes your heart drop
From a single gasp-
I want you to feel me when I'm gone.

I dream of the breaths that I take with your body imprinting mine crushes out my exhale

I dream of the instinctive arch my back will bridge as I water from your company

I dream of my blushed cheeks tension as I kiss you while smiling

I dream of the mornings waking beneath your sheets together