Have you ever had your palm read ? I had mine green ! If your ripe your rotting ,,

I write letters to God and burn them;
the smoke is my prayer.
Each day brings salty cheeks
and a recurring headache,
the circular path of pain
that storms in my head.
Lightning strikes my nerves
and thunder shakes my shell.
The two are cackling twins
guiding me on the path to Hell.
I've led myself here, and they know it.
Fire and smoke are my hope,
burning scrawl is merely history,
and wounds are only moments
that will cease to be.

I kissed your pretty lips
on an old photograph
& though it wasn't real,
it felt that way, 'cause
I never really told you
how I truly
felt about you
until now
it's too late.

My mind is in a constant state of restlessness.
My body stills but my thoughts-
Churning like a sea of doubt remain.
The insides of my eyelids, etched in the gold of fine meditation.
I have sensations with no words
And answers that I’ve forgotten the questions to
And yet they still stay clogging my psyche raising a messy dam.
Just remember, whenever I seem cold or distant-
I’m just thinking of this.
So deep in the vast possibilities of us, I can’t seem to grasp
the reality that’s holding my hand with its thumb pressed gently to the inside of my left wrist.
The sky is grey, did I tell you?
And the sea turns green when I look at it too long,
like your eyes when you’re angry.

I think I'd like some time
to reflect and recover
it'll be thought insignificant
by you and possibly others

It feels like a weight
that I'm certain to carry
a burden that's stagnant
causing me to worry

I'm sure you will continue
proceeding with your day
perhaps I'll resolve it
but alone again in many ways

There's sufficient time
for my mind to solve it
I cannot make my move
or resolve things yet

So for a measurable time
I'll ponder on the issue
but I wonder in the end
Will I still miss you?

Can you feel me thinking of you? Sometimes I think it's all I do. Do memories hurt you in the same way that they hurt me? Did you finally realize that freedom's not really free? If you saw me on the street would you look the other way? Or would you stop and talk... I'd be curious as to what you'd say. Would you ask me how I've been? Or would you be scared my patience had grown too thin? It hasn't, it should've long ago. But I still wait for you regardless of what I know. My hope won't die, and nor will my love for you, dear. So if we happen to cross paths, don't have any fear. I'll welcome you with open arms, as pathetic as that sounds. But darling, you're the only one that I still look for in this little town.