You laugh too much,
your laugh is too loud;
only because you need to ignore the cracks in your mind,
in your heart,
in your veins.
Your eyes whimper tired,
your eyes are broken faucets -
your eyes are the prettiest.

She Lies all the time,
another night of no sleep
ten years of life lost

It is in waking moments, before thinking intrudes, that true happiness resides

With remnants of dreams still governing my reality, I fly, I love, I am invincible.

You are still in my waking world, we are still as one in my waking world!

Monochrome night,
Spreading its wings.
Etched to a scenic solititude;
In it's dead silence,
Heart sinks.
Thoughts within me,
like tides,
They Roll,
They crash,
and,
rise again.

Come to me my purple lotus blossom
Unfurl your worn out petals
Before the burden of living
Crushes your tiny chlorophyll filled skins
Relax before your stem cracks
Like a sailor’s broken back
Crushed beneath the ships mast
Heavy with hopeful journeys
But trapped in one spot
Do not let the broken heart
Harden, turning pollen dry
And petals crumbling brown
But bloom my dear
If not for the sake of the sun
Then for its sorrowful lack

When I realized
I was in love with you,
It was no movie scene.
No red roses,
No heart chocolates-
It was simple.
Like going out in May,
Wearing shorts and standing in a puddle
Looking at the sky thinking,
"I guess I should have
Checked the weather this morning."

clouds are like people,
they come in different shapes and sizes and colors,
and no matter what,
they are beautiful just the way they are,
they change in time,
just like how people do,
some clouds are free and high up in the sky,
while others are dark and full and hanging low,
filled with negativity,
not ready to let go,
we are like clouds.

Yes, I am nowhere near me
Ghostly guts, a tear-gas eye
Watery, blurry, glassy
Empty shell of an hourglass
Yet my soul sands still can see
A boisterous love that I
Only find petty, prissy
Through the white scattered mass
Of that blank body you blessed
I’d rather levitate than feel
This past present of peace pressed
Against my longing lips and heal
With a flask of forgetfulness
I’d rather be true to my pulse
Than break it all on an impulse
Leaving the once-too–happy shell
In a now dim and ***** dell

For this is in sorrow only
That you’re around yours truly.

November 17, 2015
Villeurbanne