the title looked nice,
you opened the book,
and begun a new life,
you found a new home,
where you meet some new friends,
you kept on reading hoping it would never end,
you danced through the pages,
and sang out the words,
you felt all their joy,
and all their pain and hurt.

the pages cut your fingers,
and the words cut your heart,
like the author had a knife,
and was tearing your soul apart,
you laughed with the characters,
and with them you cried,
you fell in love with them too,
but with them you died
and as the book came to an end,
your broken heart couldn't heal,
you finally realised that,
its.
not.
real.

You poor fools!
Pity be upon you!
You are practicing
A dying art form!

Do you not realize,
That poetry is biased
Towards the literate?

There once was a time
When the scribes were
Revered as gods, but
Regrettably, that time
Has long since passed.

Now, we live in an age of
Constant, electronic stimulation,
Mediated by a steady flux of
Ready made imagery, where

Flashing lights and bright colors
Whittle away at the attention span, and
Destroy the capacity of the mind
To imagine for itself, so

Keep your word count low, and
Your syllable count lower, or
You just may lose your audience.

She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.

let's just say that i'm drunk enough to sober you

Im screaming so silently,
My soul is combusting
and I can see my pale skin coat
slowly perishing in the reflection of other people's irises.
And I've built a personal hospital,
Brick by brick of everything that has made me
Shake.
I sit on my hands to avoid my critics.
I can't remain still so I take cover
drowning in older men's neutral sheets
As if it would make it pure,
But I'm in love with heartache,
For I wouldn't feel anything otherwise.
I'm incapable of being content.
See options in my town are so,
so,
Small
And I have entire world inside of me.
I'm global ******* and
They're buying their
Parents houses.
But I parent my parents therefore becoming my own
Home.
My father has no say as he's never said anything,
At all.
My mother is an adolescent who has become a world class actor.
And she's running too.
Except my siblings and I are her small town,
And one day I'll release her,
So she won't have to say anything either,
and I won't have to act anymore.
I'm escaping myself, my roof has collapsed.
I'm terminal on my own will.

once
i was a little child
full of optimistic wonder

then
i fell into an ocean
and its current swept me under

down
i sank, as it engulfed me
the sun-streaked surface, a shadow became

then
my heart slowed down its beating
and in the dark, I felt a Name

once
the feeling overcame me
i knew i must discern its source

     i called the Name with final breath
     and yielded myself to its force

Death
swirled up and all around me
and tight in her arms, i was held

down
i sank, as she engulfed me
once-flickering hope, in an instant, quelled

          and I died.
          and I died.

FLASH
with sudden blinding brightness
a force grabbed me from death’s shroudings

up
i rose, in swift ascension
and the speed was overwhelming

then
my soul recalled the feeling
and i felt the Name once more

when
at last, i stopped ascending
the Name is all that I longed for

so
i followed with the masses
i chased the paths of those ahead

soon
the masses ceased to wander;
i followed where their gazes led

          then
          i was a little child
          full of optimistic wonder

          and
          i finally knelt before
          the Name of Love my heart was after