Let us take a gamble
You'll have nothing to lose
Only fun, only fun
I will swear to you.

Come and observe this fire!
It's not dangerous, you'll see
Run your hands, all over
The flames won't hurt thee.

Glide your hands over this knife
Feel the adrenaline course!
Your running blood of crimson
Your death you won't have to force.

The joyous reflection
of your smile
in my tangerine dreams.

Tangerine, tangling.

The dunes in your eyes
and the tributaries in your thighs
Never want to be seen.

Tangerine, my precious queen.

I never want to leave your scene
I'm happier than I've ever been
My heart will always glow marine
For you, I will scream:

"Tangerine dreams!"

You and your coldness
Yearn for my touch
And mine only.

The touch only I can give
The fire only I can ignite
inside of you.

Calor, calor.

The devilish smile of the blaze
Hell boiling
inside of us.
Between our love.

You are only cold.
Oh, how you need my warmth!
Oh, how you need my love!
Oh, how you need me!

Calor, calor.

My love burns.
Your skin
Your flesh

Down
to
your
bone

Burned.

Calor!

You cry
But the burning does not stop.
It must not stop.

I love you
As you love me.
Only.

Calor, calor.

In the rare event
that you should need
something from me

No matter who you are
No matter how you've treated me
No matter my opinion of you

I will humbly,
kindly,
benevolently answer:

"No."

The depths
of nothing
rise and fall
creating tones
unknowable
to the human ear
invisible
to the eye
Creating a labyrinth
to confuse her
to evoke feelings in her
to make her revoke those feelings
and crush them into nothing
to be plunged into the depths
And become the depths themselves.

The walls around me
are tight
They close in.

A seemingly endless maze
of monochrome
full of sharp turns

A piece of the sky
I look up upon
Bright and blue

Not unlike you.

The stickiness of the gel
That never leaves your fingers
The smell that forever lingers
The distaste that stays at
the back of your mouth.

It could be annoying to have
But inevitable to give.

I know no one will write for you
so I will do it

I wonder what you were like
as a child, adult, and mere babe

Were you like other girls
loving pretty things in life

Your manner of speaking
I'm sorry I've never heard it

But I wonder most of all
if you were desperate enough to walk
and end up like That

You probably weren't.

Well aren't you a little computer!
So smart and witty!
Knowledgeable and oh, so clever
yet you're so itty bitty!

Such a smart young girl
How have you come to this?
Studying and learning
Is it all for your bliss?

I know you're real smart
and I know you're so strong
Yet you will only be reduced
And that's the end of it.

In Death
there are only
Machines.

Machines
made to guide the man
to a heaven
that never existed.

You rest inside my mind
Flooding through memories
Melting the corridors of my brain

Supernatural
And electrical activity
Since the day you came
I knew you would stay with me
In my consciousness.
In my *****,
psychotic,
dangerous mind.

And I know you still will.

I bask in the glory
Radiated from the sun
The heat works to encompass me
In its loving embrace

Shining over the earth
Dropping and raising petals
Never stopping
Never ceasing to exist

There were gods named after her, after all.

Oh, Mother.
Don't you know it's instant gratification?
You're angry, taking it out on one you "love"
Object to it, and the anger is redirected.

Grab it. Force it back.
It's never enough, is it?
I could take more, but I won't.
"You've proven again and again
You're not worthy of my time."
I'm not like you.
I won't take the ******* handed to me.

Where better to find a leaf
than in the forest?
Where better to eat food
than at a table?
Where better to pray
than in a church?
Where better to scream
than by yourself?
Where better to hurt
than inside yourself?

No place better than a hospital
to recover
Where better to die
than in the arms of your lover?

One million reasons to cry
Yet I can't find
Which one's mine

Let's play a game
just you and I!
The rules you shall know
and I shall supply.

Cheating of course, is never fair
This game isn't hard at all,
you'll be running on air!

There's no way to lose
This game is for all!
For the old and big,
or for the young and small.

But how do you win this game,
you may ask.
Well that's a simple question really:
Just remove your mask!

A mosquito chomped me!
It hurt, so I got mad at it.
I shooed and swatted it away,
over and over again,
but it wouldn't leave!

Minute after minute
Swat after swat
Mr. Mosquito went splat
And a small wave of victory overcame my hurt.
Small.

The chomp was still there
but the mosquito wasn't
Did my revenge really make a difference?

Dainty little hands
Dark curly hair
Dimples in a smile
The preciousness of it all!

Brown eyes and skin
With the most delightful chin
Oh, how much I'd love to begin
To talk, and play, and laugh
With you, my dear.

Alas, that day shall have to wait
But I'm aware that every single date
Could never be more great
As long as I'm with my lieb.

The soft glow of my skin
The warmness of my smile
Beaming for all of you.

The sarcastic smirk upon my face
and the bite of my ruby lips
Shows for no one but you alone.

For them, I will give
my excitable nature.
My witty responses
and my songs of joy.

For me
I will give
Myself.
A true nature
A genuine look.

Do not take pity for me
as these personas hold deeper meaning

They are not facades.

They are all part of my chameleon soul.

As I sat
And wallowed
In my good ol' depression puddle
I felt a lingering need
Bubbling up inside me.

Wanting to surface.
Needing to surface.
Inevitably, well, surfaced.

"Create, create!"
Was all it said.
So I created.
The flowing of my pen
unto the paper
Felt like a dream.

And an endless dream
It would become.

And sometimes, all you need is a push.

I'm the theory in your head
I'm the theory that's painted red
Planted in your garden bed

The choir of furies in your stead
The pack of doubts that never fled
She's the monstrosity that tore you to shreds
And I'm the ghost that saw how you bled.

Though one may have noble intentions
One will always have a darker side.

Greed and longing
Are the most common forms of masochism.
And when one has what they want,
One will lose everything else.

The Midas Touch
Gave a man the ability
To satisfy his soul
And to destroy his life.

The saying is always
"A thousand times yes."

But a million is so much more.

A whimsical tweet
powerful enough
To send shivers
down your spine

The tones that make you
want to dance
and want to cry
are always the most divine.

She's in there
She's in there
She's in there

She's in there so I can't go in.
She's laying there and I don't want to see
The darkness mixed with the dirt
Clustering around her dented body

She's in there and I refuse to see
She's in there and I refuse to gaze upon her grayed beauty
But now I'm the only one who hasn't
And I think I'll regret that for eternity.

In a foreign tongue
I speak
That captivates all

Softly
Alike to a stream
Only relaxation

To ask
the most simple query
that has lingered
in my thoughts
That transmogrified
into a hold of fear
that never lets you go.

Burning a hole
from inside your head
and mutates your tears
into harrowing acid
Dripping from your eyes.

I shall keep this query to myself
As the answer I most fear
is the one chosen true.

My wife is a unique person
Exhibiting new lovely traits
She goes quiet like a mouse
A new woman of few words

My wife is a strange woman
Getting stranger by the day
She looks warily all around
A careful mare!

My wife is an odd creature
Staying up all night
Whispering and crying
But I know she's alright

My wife is a complex puzzle
But such an endearing thing!
She screams and flails all around
As if she can't help but sing

In the corrupting ideas in my mind
The ones involving you were the most sensible.
And in that incessant swing of memories
I came to the realization that we are nothing
Nothing more than a pile of ashes
Rotting away
With no hope of heaven or hell.

The words she spoke appeared on her skin
On her arms
and legs
and everywhere she bled.

She was no longer beautiful.

For my baby
I give hope.
The hope that you will be happy
The hope that you find love
The hope that you are always safe.

For my darling
I give trust
Trust between your friends
Trust between your family
And trust between your lover

For my child
I give strength
Strength to move on
Strength for when I am gone
Strength in the presence of brawn!

For my love;
There is nothing
I would not give you
I wish to never outlive you

And I'd love to forever love you.

For such a long time
you gave me everything you could
and everything I needed

Maybe I took you for granted
Maybe I should've invited you in more
or give you more company
or give you more food you wanted
and hugs
and kisses
more, more, more.

I can't give you more
Not now, at least
But you meant more to me
than you'll ever know

And what I could ever return to you.

Sometimes I feel as if he doesn't care.
At least, that's the vibe I get.

A nonchalant answer
to a thought-out inquiry
is enough to make me think
that he,
in fact,
does not care.

The girls at the playground
don't talk to me.
They look
and stare
and whisper
and yet ignore me.

"What did I do,"
I always ask myself.
Am I ugly?
Do I smell?
Am I too loud?
Or annoying?
Or stupid?
Or weird?

Those days of girls and insecurities have passed.
Loud and proud, baby.

Weird, schmeird.

Mine own lingering love,
like a fawn in a meadow
Lurking cautiously.
It hath no place here,
yet only here it is.

Mine own love lingers.
Like the echoes of a siren
present in a sailor's head.
A voiceless lamentation.

My love should not linger,
units of hurt,
of pain,
barrel down all at once.

A fawn, murdered by a crimson bullet;
A siren's song, questioned and forgotten.

They do not have lingering love,
they are hurt.

As am I.
But I do not care.
I only love

And my lingering love does not care.

To write
And express
And share
an idea
or a thought
or a memory
or a romanticized past

...Is it all that?

You talk and talk
And I'm glad to listen
I'm glad to hear
and to help

You list your problems
And I sympathize
As well as advise
Without any kind of price

On and on
I'm here for you
Listening, listening
Forever and ever.

All of your talk
and your negativity
Flows and spreads
Like a disease to your listener

Everything you see
Everything you hear
And touch
And smell
Are part of a greater existence.

Unfathomable numbers
of particles
lingering on one speck
of dust

There's simply so much!

My life itself
burrows in its exhaustion
A thirst for renewal
For another purpose
once again

It must be hiding
Impossible to seek
So I stay in exhaustion
in fatigue
in tiredness

Lifting it all on my own
Until an unforeseen energy
Lifts it with me.

How do I feel today?

Not too happy, I imagine.
Not at all sad, I feel.
No anger, no hurt.
Not even nothing.

What should I write today?
No stories or memories.
My thoughts are extinguished.

You can create when you feel nothing
Because of that.
You feel nothing
But you can't create
or express
When you feel nothing.

When you write
Do you think of what to say?
Do you aim to see a certain way?
Are you careful with your words?
Slipping in a secret password?

Do you even care to rhyme?
Or are you frugal with your time?
Do you want to send a message?
Or perhaps a foreboding presage?

At the end of the day
A poem is a poem
Even one as simple as this
Even if it falls flat.

Like this.

Isn't it funny
How you can get any word
And make it sound nice
By putting other words with it?

I hear
And I can feel
The sleepy beat of drums
The deep growl of the bass
The music that somehow reminds me of liquid.
Carelessly flowing,
bouncing from note to note
and beat to beat
In a strong way
yet gentle.

A ****** tune
that sounds so magnificent
Is the purest form of contradiction.

Unbeknownst to me
The inquiries of the world
Linger in the air
and in the streets
and in my mind.

Our curiosity as children
Burn in our thoughts
and actions
And come out as questions.

Some of us hunger for more
And some of us don't.
And it all comes down to this:

Are you better off not knowing?

Followers of corruption
Led to believe that they themselves
Are being risen to a better life

Viewing one as a god
But he is only a charade
Hidden behind a smile of devious lies

I'm happy.

But why am I sad?

I imagine you
lying and surrounded
by a bed of roses
Happy, happy
blessed and relaxed
nothing could ever be
more right.

Running and playing
so energetic
even at your age!
To see you chasing and leaping
I'd would never avert my gaze

A bed of roses
All for you

Time passes
and time hurts
and time kills.
You're now surrounded by roses
as I always imagined

You are the roses.
Consoling those who come near
Yet reducing them to tears
You're away
But you're still so close.

But only in the form of roses.

when you see two squirrels in an unkind way
you're bound to see another

she's older, in the middle of the too-dark street
neck twisted, an unfathomable decision
*** illuminated by blinding sirens
deafening to dead ears