Pain or pleasure?
A poison picked,
A moment missed.

Ingested,
Until you're sick.

Every measure,
Enticed so quick.

Embraced,
Brick by brick.

Oh,
Hugs of concrete.

If our angels, are telling us to part? Then who are we, to say we're not? With these wings, that they have gave, we'll fly fly, fly away, won't come back again. Though if you say you're here to stay, I might just have to stay away. And if these palms still they shake, I might just have to stay that way.

I avoid the ocean,
The waves may crush these bones-
I stay safe upon the shore.

Although I may have loved to swim,

At the beach,
My feet,

Remain in the snow.

I've bled them dry,
How fine how fine,

For once in their eyes,
They now hold no life.

Nor apple seed bloom,
Nor mannequin beheld.

Always too soon,
to be put on the shelf.

Oh how I, the black cat struts.
No now I, can not save this love.
Go I'll try, with absent luck.
Now goodbye, in a grave I dug.

Among the flowers where you were told to wait, and listen to the wind.
The sum of it's parts is always late, but what it brings,
A friend at timid pace,
A friend who knows the place,
A friend to tend the flowers,

You knew while you still wait.

Lurid pressure in perfect hiding,

Heat rises amidst quiet timing.

Covers conceal fingers,
And skin conceals-

Well,

Only from the blinded.

Flitting breath from lungs to neck,

Begging tongue,
And baiting breast.

Tentative flesh,
Upon tentative flesh,

What comes next?

Anything I want,

If this is,

Yes.

I would like to submit,
What's your kink?
Dominate me,
If you want I'll bleed.
My heart will pump all the blood you need.
Take a sip,
Take a drink,
Take anything.

Passion as it waves.
Tidal breaking in and out.
Day time and it's long night.
I dread the coming drought.

If I don't speak while in tow,
If fish don't bite,
If I don't sink below,
If I don't see the blight.

Maybe in the morning,
There'd be light,
Anyways.

I am the candle,
You are the flames,

I give you vision,
You give me strength.

You are the reason,
That I was made,

But if you get too close,
Then I'll melt away.

Day old hate, all the pain that's locked away I can't help but not escape. Miserably I stay, with or without you.

Balcony perch,
Romeo's known role reversed,
Juliet below in harmonious search,
What's a name really worth?

We live in trees next to streets, of people we'll never be, always getting cold feet, instead of living life happily.

even though he was the one who ended things
I was the one who chose not to be friends
because one day if he moved on it would crush me
I think that's why they say, all good things must end
I know I loved him more than my life
but is this life of mine worth giving
and now that he is gone and were not close
is this life that I have worth living
I made so many promises to him
we said forever and always when we dated
but now it seems there is no for ever
all these outcomes I hadn't even debated
but what do I do now that were done
do I try and live out my life
do I forget I ever loved you dearly
and let someone else become your wife?

Broken hearts heal like spinal cord repair,
You never walk the same way again.

What if I disappeared tonight? What If I quite simply died?
No more worries... And no more lies.. No more truth with nothing to hide.
Pain all fades, cares go away, and now I lie down to forever lay.

What were the words, you had fantasized in? What did you think, while your lips were on his? What did I do to deserve all of this? I fell in love, not off a bridge.

What can I do, that will help me forget? What type of things, can assist a forgive? Where do I go, after all this? Don't fall in love, just jump off a bridge.

To the friends we've lost to insecurity,
To the bodies buried in the cemetery,
Of company,
And their misery.
These anchors may prove more than your shores can bury.

The shipping lanes all close,
And a storm takes on the sea.
Flare guns fire only smoke,
We don't count on a morning's coming,
With cloud cover so thick,
When asked if the morning's close,
The answer is only ever,
Almost.

Drinking on the phone is still the same as drinking all alone.
Put drinking in your poems,
People won't think you drink to sanitize your wounds.
People won't think you drink with no one else in the room.

I still catch myself thinking over you, and drinking over you. Can't stop this itch that is you... I need my fix oh please soon, So petrified I can't move..

These nowhere towns,
Mountain tops snow-capped long through march,
All else,
Enshrouded in brown.

Though people live here,
And seems they aren't broken down.

The paint peels from the motel,
The mother tends to her daze,
The attendant ponders the insects of the sill,
Tumbleweed the only things, un-willing of being still.

Life is good here,
In these hazy,
Background,
Nowhere towns.

Confidence and independence, seems a lack luster sentence, it holds no meaning to me. Like glasses without lenses, I fail to see, how ever I could live a life successfully.

Why... Why, why, why, why, why... So many whys, with so few tries. Just sitting around waiting. Waiting not to die, but waiting on, a breath of life.

Where has my sun gone?
Stolen by the moon.
                           
                       You were an eclipse.

I've never seen a cigarette,
Burn out so quick.

If there were a language for walls,

It would mumble,
Per broken jaws.
The sun would shine through fragmented holes,

A windows' lone goal?
To magnify heat,
Til' all was engulfed.

With confirmed dead inside,
None knock, as they've read inscribed:

"Family tree,
Difficulty,
Unavailable."

"Family business,
Buy one,
One comes free,
Fire wood sale."

A message from my balding scalp and dying follicles. Just acting out as testaments, of how I had tried too hard. Of how I had tried too hard to figure out all the wrong things. And how I had went all out with them, and then went all out, without. And so now, with all this done, I am all out of everything. Out of my mind, out of control, out.. Of you. Out of the love I was so sure would hold so true. The love I was so, so sure had held.. So, so true... So now complacency and naïveté has brought ME, Out of a body which was once a temple.. MY temple. My hiding place and holy sight. My prayers going forwards towards a brighter future, where everything worked out with the moonlight and with our cosmically charged super stars aligned, and it all worked out with such giggles and bright skies. Bright skies all to spite the moonlight for being a nighttime thing... And we were to be so sweetly enveloped; in figuring it all out, and everything.

I'll use the excuse,
I just like the pretty lights.
But if you're looking for truth,
I escape the day through the night.

How does one forgive, the thoughts she thinks while her lips were on his? How does one forget, the thoughts he thinks when he's been unable to sleep?

It's three am.
You want the arms of a man you've never met,
It only takes a bit,
Nibbles on the neck,
Only takes a little lip,
To get a little wet.
Beach day soon,
Summer comes as soon as you do.

Boy meets girl, girl smiles so sweetly.
Boy falls head over heels completely.

Deep breath, forget, hate sets before bed, and lays a scar, on my arm, of everything that had went wrong. Don't worry, stay strong at long last the days gone. Safe now, in your head, hate sets before bed.

I need to escape from the city I'm in, or maybe a break from this head full of sin.