Seize the day, my friend
Because the birthday boy’s balloons will rise
The captain will turn his helm against the tides
And the sun will set
Below the horizon
Below a place you cannot see

So while the sun is still high
High in the sky
Show them what you’re made of
Show them why the sun rose
Why the mother loved her son for the last time
Why the soldier said his last goodbyes
Why the violinist strung his last stroke

And why you are you
For now, there is no other

What is love
Is it
The serendipitous encounter between a paper and pen
Or
The feeling
Of falling into the cold waters
Deep
And deeper
To find the sunken ship and its box of treasure
Or
The way an ore moves a rowboat
The way a sail gives direction to its accomplice
I would never know
I have only burned the paper
Drowned-
Lost the treasure
And crashed my boats

Two tears dripped
She held the cup from which she sipped
Parallel and equally heavy
That fell from a cloud she could not levy

From the taunting and teasing
They called  nothing more than appeasing
She was big
named a pig
They drew her tears
Until she could not hear

She painted her face
Dressed herself in lace
she never had a chance to feel  beautiful
Until she was dull
She took her last breath
And tears drowned her to death

A creature of habit
In dire need
Of your insatiable touch
The rush
When your hot lips were locked on my neck
As you held my face
But that look
You were dead before you died
I could see your numbness
You were a hostage to the clock
In a race against time
Before we expired

My ship sank
My sail was torn
My motor leaked
And I’m sorry
I’m sorry for treating your gold like nickel
For mixing your daisies with tulips
And stepping on your rose
I should have known

There’s this cold, saturated emptiness
That lies within me
Buried in my heart
Protected by the warmth of my veins
But all it takes
Is a ***** to its shield
A blow on its roof
To explode
Envelope my glee with its demons
Blinds the light
grinds  contentment
the satanic hug-
I call depression

I’ve been hurt
I’ve been burnt
I’ve been cut
I’ve been hit
I’ve been abused
I’m broken


You’ve felt your own merciful blood drip from your wrists
In vein
You’ve felt your arms incinerate beneath a scorching cigarette
You were six feet under but managed to find the light
My dear
You were my band aid


Maybe it was dumb, maybe it was wrong
But you healed me
You dressed my wounds and cooled my burns
My dear
You were my band aid