Are you with me
       or are you
       having trouble
       seeing my purpose?
I can tell you I'm with you there
But of course I am, I'm addressing you
And until you prove me wrong, you're not separate from me.
What are we each doing here,
Experiencing this mutual relationship?
It's meaningless, I'll leave this laying in the rain to wash away
It's unimportant
I remember when I ended the world
And the rain began to fall and I
Crawled on the ground for my scraps of physical communication with you
And for the first time accepted their destruction as inevitable and inconsequential
But the rain eventually cleared
And didn't float our tents away to Valhalla with us inside
And I found my notebook,
Safe and dry
One of God's messengers had taken care of its safety
When the first raindrop fell
So I looked upon your faces in amazement and bliss
Every set of eyes has such radiance
And it seemed to have tendrils growing directly from me

I always hoped you were talking about me
And it's so easy to project my own identity onto anything
I saw myself as an emergent phenomenon within your body of work
A character made up of your syntax
You'll write another poem tonight
          And you just started writing it
                   And you're writing it now

You're right here
So how can I
Still miss you?

She felt so one dimensional.
Like the  clock hung up on the wall.
No one sees the gears.
Without proper acknowledgement they hardly exist.
All people see is the clock's face.
All people want is the clock's time.
Not the clock itself, but what it represents.

And when people look at this face, they don't often like what they see.
Where is the time going? It's moving too fast.
or
There's so much time on our hands. How shall we **** it?

Never the right balance.
Not even at noon.

More than almost anything right now I want an unconditional friend
I'm very lonely
When I lose it because sometimes that happens
I am trapped in a small box and it shrinks as the knot in my stomach grows and maybe the sound of someone's voice would make it stop or break the box entirely
I reach out sometimes
Because there is people I love and I believe that they love me
But it's like I can't express things in any of their languages
I don't think I've ever been understood by a person
I just want to say it sometimes but it scares me
No one replied that night
I was scared and I was alone
I dealt with it by myself

A.m

This isn't right without you

i shouldn't see the stars without you
the ocean is too far without you
i shouldn't feel the grass without you
even cars shouldn't pass without you
i shouldn't feel the breeze without you
leaves shouldn't shake from trees without you
i shouldn't see people smile without you
the weight begins to pile without you

with you stars shine bright, showing the expanse of the skies
with you the ocean is right next door, opening it's arms to me
with you the grass is warm and soft, tickling beneath my feet
with you cars fly by, showing promise of a road less traveled
with you the breeze is inviting, a brief essence of fresh life
with you the leaves fall gently, accepting their time of departure
with you smiles grace faces, making their owners appear blissful
with you the weight is pulling, one way and then the other






with you i cannot breathe
fighting the ocean of strife alone
with you i have your hand
but my fingers are always slipping
with you i cannot win
torn between two worlds that will not merge
with you my head is bowed
scared to look up and see the truth
with you there is love
but a love so heavy i'm not sure i can carry it

This isn't right with you

I've been thinking
far too much
lately.

I lay amidst scattered definitions
without knowing.

The syntax is forming.

Unwanted and Untouched
Nasty and Nothing
Torn and ******
Isolated and Incomplete
Thin and Terrible
Lifeless and Lacking
Empty and Evil
Divided and Despicable

This experience of being alive
is only truly felt

when threatened.