A system for the we
Of our diligent society.
But you cannot spell
This dangerous ism
Without the prefix
UNI
Or in the mouth
Of the common man:
MYSELF, I, ONE.

Like a spell,
Diffusing itself from the wand,
Or a petrified cat,
When it’s cage is opened,
a wave of
Conflicting
Confounding emotions
Drown me in their lust...

Their lust for hatred.
Is this spell of confusion
Just to ignite a flaming rage?
Or am I too confused
To think clearly?

A house is a home,
But only if one makes it so.
In a home,
You can drip emotion,
Free of care or conservation.
In a house
There’s no lack of protection,
But the loneliness becomes an infection.

I have a house,
But I want to make it home.

Don’t worry
It’s just water,
Flowing under
This bridge of yours.
You’re up here,
The water won’t hurt.
Unless you jump.
But one
Should never
Find themselves
On the edge of a bridge.

So please,
Step down.

Opening the door,
Even just once,
Unlocks the possibility
Of a second occurrence.
Some doors are better
Left to be unleft ajar.

Losing the last cord,
Left to sit and whimper.
Silenced by a culling voice;
Words escaping my thoughts
Like a bullet escaping the cartridge.

All I need is for a spark
To rise beyond the towering flames.

As things continue to stand
In this land of the eternally ******,
theres no more room for an honest man.

I’m such a coward
I run and hide from opportunity.
My regrettable cowardice
runs through my blood fluidly,
Causing my own grief.

Maybe if I was brave,
Life would’ve been better.
But I am a coward,
And I could never be proud
Of where it put me now.

Stand up or crawl.
Seething pervasive emotion
Burning like an open wound.
Sores and pains erupt throughout
But life’s tenacity carries you forth.
Your mind is blazingly empty;
Save one thought: the end goal.
The pain threatens to corrupt you more,
But your burning strive fends off its toll.

There’s nothing left but the finale;
A desire so strong, nothing else remains.
A scream of intense vitality;
Silencing the waves; soothing the pains.

Three crows
Upon a line.
Three crows
Here to dine.

Lines are drawn
Upon the sky’s
Deep blue lawn.
The third crow
Was just a pawn.

Two crows,
Where’s the third?
Who knows.

Mulling over past events,
I hear the simple breath.
A complex existence
Lulling me forward.
The ocean lies ahead,
But her breath pulls me closer.

The rising surf,
Crashing like a titan’s cradle.
Fear spraying my face
As she kicks up the water.
Tearing me from our reality,
While screaming a muting melody;
Dragging out the fear inside of me

My layers,
Worn too thin,
Letting her right through.
Piercing my skin
And igniting my nerves;
Numbing my senses,
And leaving in silence.

I always wanted
To be seen as an adult,

But is it too late
To start being a kid?

You have an idea.
It pops into your mind
like an unannounced prince;
sudden and wild, but welcome.

The idea is used,
your head leaks code
onto the glowing screen.
Now the turning mind
grows weary.

Your mind's fatigue kills,
and you are so close to done...
but secretly,
you know it's a lie.

Debugging awaits your arrival.

I woke up with a start, staring at a wooden door.
It was my front door.
Walking through it I reached a lawn.
Walking down my lawn i found a long road.
My road went off into the distance,
Walking down my road, trailing off into the distance.
As I reached the horizon, I saw a light amongst the fog.
The light belonged to a car, traveling through my fog.
My car crested the horizon, and drove onward.
The two lights signifying my car drew closer.
Amongst my fog, I could barely see my road.
As my car darted closer to me, I started to fear.
My car was speeding up, faster and faster,
Gliding over my road,
Ripping through my fog,
Screaming through my otherwise silent wilderness,
And eventually hitting life into my lifeless body.
The first thing I saw was my horizon,
But then it all left me.
My horizon was no longer mine,
Nor was my wilderness,
My fog,
My road,
My door,
And then my life.

The line between heaven and hell,
A line moving to and fro
With each silent toll
Of the otherworldly bell.

A motionless ball set to roll,
Time tells of stagnant control;
Neither will consume the other whole.

Everything is ok.
Each deft stroke,
Each ruby bead
Dropped off a ****,
Each strike of lightning,
Or each flaming kiss.

It’s all ok.
Nothing is wrong with this.
Don’t tell me otherwise.

In the memories
Ashes turn to dust.
Thoughts gently carried
by the air’s disturbance,
Blowing the dust
Out of existence.

Underneath
What I am;
What I was,
I burst out of the shell,
Burning to shred.
Smoldering paper
Is all that remains.

Burn it all,
The thought doesn’t count.
Burn it all,
It shouldn’t survive.
Burn it all,
Just save me from my memories.

I’m sitting in a nowhere,
No life, no sense of flair.

Life bustles all around,
But it’s all a monotone mound,
There’s no variation to be found.

New places,
New spaces,
And new paces
Is the basis
For a mind in stasis.

So i might stop this mope,
And put a wayward hope
Into a little elope.

I’m caught up in this air,
Smelling of chocolates...
And human hearts.
Now I can only think
Of the one that stole mine,
And why I gave up so soon.

Maybe things were meant to be,
And eye-to-eye’s what we truly see.

Draped in a cloudy cloak,
The light is filtered
Onto this marsh once more.

But a crack near the horizon
Lets some straggling beams fall,
And reflect off the salty water.
Now all the marshen rivers
Are made of liquid gold.

Repulsive figures
Glaring from the sidelines.
Living on a lost road,
Looking sidelong at a toad.
The arrow fades to blue
and I’m looking at you,
Yes, both of you.

A selfish desire lead me astray,
I wanted to help her in any way,
But I think I’m really just gay.
He looked at me when others looked away,
He has always helped make my day.

But it disgustates my narrowed mind
To think I’d like a dude in this kind.

An indecisive bi,
At least I should try
To make a **** decision...
Before my arm feels division.

There were no lies
That could have
Choked me with
Their rose vines.
There was only truth,
A simple matter
Of a wild week.
The golden fountain
Of glorious euphoria
Wells up in me again,
Donating vitality
To my dying soul.

She whispered into my ear
“I find boys
Who write poetry
Really distracting.”
Then her flame went away,
Leaving me to wonder,

And forget.

A cold wind
Greets my toes,
And the setting sun
Waves an orange goodbye.

Yet the moon
Has never felt so far away,
And the stars dim
From this distance.

How do I know
That I love you?

What is the distinction
Between ‘like’ and ‘love’?

Who decided
That I should confess now?

Shifting your soft stance
Discharging feint after feint
You’ve got me real beat.

Have you ever wanted
To do what you wanted to,
but your brain stubbornly acted.
Filled your mind with words,
and thoughts that should be redacted
on a relaxing day, such as that.
Yet you got tempted and resigned,
so you picked up your pen again.
Threaded a soft blanket of words
one to rest your fatigued body under
until the sun was pulled from the sky.

How could I show you the door
When you’re the one
that picked my heart up off the floor?

Tripping in the doorway,
Falling through the frame.
The beyond now lies before me,
Without heart, soul, or name.

Beating hearts
Lined up in parallel.
A growing passion
That will never die.
A life is gained
On a converged route,
But the separate routes
Drop in priority.

Three roads running in parallel.
Two eventually stop, leaving
One road to move until the world’s edge.

My mistress of sleep,
Slowly, silently, and seductively
Slips off her vantablack velvet robe,
And squeezes herself into my head.

She beckons in my mistress of dreams,
And seduces my mind into a sleepy *******...
Of sleep.

What else could it have been...
Jeez~! you people have ***** minds...

My mind is racing,
My heart is rushed.
My thoughts are pacing,
And my face’s flushed.

How can I take back
The last thing said?
It’s courage I lack,
So now my mind’s in red.

A night of nights
This might just be.
Lefts from rights?
My mind’s jumbled tree.

Forgetting even the most simple of things,
Let’s see what other stupidity this brings!

In the air
For less than
A second.

My hand moves
In utter hope and
Desperation,
But to no avail.
The glassware
Is now everywhere.

I step on
The jagged mess
That I have made
To repent my hate
For dropping
That precious plate.

In over my head,
And it all starts to change.
My air is running out,
I just might as well die.
So I break the ocean,
Rise with it’s tide,
And landing in her motion,
I sail to solace by her side.

Within homecoming flames
And withering leaves,
Doors are opened wide
To let in a freezing tide.

As warmth covers our food and will
The food we eat becomes our ****,
Living through life’s boundless wonders
And killing through our blind blunders.

Giving thanks for lives we’ve won,
And taking them away when we’re done.
Why not feel pride in our job?
after all, our mentality is that of a mob.

Ya know,
It wasn’t so bad
Being rejected by a dude,
It never is.

Because in the end
They’re still cute!

A film of dust delicately cakes
The oaken shelf,
Reflecting a soft filtered ray
Onto the dim ceiling.

Deep olive curtains
Dye the slightly stale air
To a sluggishly pine-like hue
That resides ever so prominent
On the ambiguous rays’ edges.

The silent air sleeps
And with its vexing stillness,
The slight tinge of a curse
Resonates through
These mahogany walls,
And even down
Those sharply shadowed halls.

What would you have thought,
If that was my last text?
A simple stupid joke, no closure.

Would you look for a reason,
Only to turn up blank?

What if you weren’t there?
What would have happened in the end?
I fear to contemplate it.

Everyone es:
ecstatic, erratic, eh?!
Eternal ending!

Wide and vast,
A world has stood.
Lucky to be
Unparalleled
In the eyes of man.
Gracious fields of grass, and
Indefinably blue seas rule.

A planet made for all.

The somniferous mist
Soothes my erratic soul
With a gentle touch,
Like soft blue watercolors
On a radiant white canvas.

Silence;
Turning to dust in the gentle breeze.
Anger subsides
And the turquoise sea drags us down.

Through our ethereal existence,
We listen.
Through our heart’s mind,
We feel.

All we hear is the wind,
And all we feel...

All we feel is our silent suffocation.

With each click;
Each turn of the wheel,
This chamber elevates,
Moving betwixt
The omnipotent clouds
Without a single groan;
A single fearful moan,
In the face of these forms.

Sitting inside this elevator,
I wonder
When will the line break?
When will I fall into death’s open arms,
And view his cold visage on wake?

As cinders rise
From the ashen flame,
Drops of icy thoughts
Quench the fire
Of my heated rebellion;
A suicidal plan.

Like pearls,
Like glass;
A shining immaculacy
bereft of the past.

With an infinite capacity,
The vessel holds the soul,
And two parts become whole.

The purest expiration;
The train has left the station
There’s no need to lie it out
There’s no need to contain it
It’s just a small remainder;
What’s left of our container
But shattered resonation?
A silenced inhibition
Led me to emotion.
There’s no thoughts to control,
This mind just isn’t whole.