i lost a friend today.
not to death.
almost to death.
i called the police as they attempted.
they have stopped talking to me.
they are angry

i lost a friend today
i wish i had done better.
they almost left.
without a word.
i wish they hadnt told me.

i lost a friend today.

My mouth excretes flowers on top of my mother's grave,
im still cold;
waiting for the vision of Carnero.

There are some hidden palaces
blooming their sa(n)dness
at the polluted delta
that caresses my soul.

And im letting go
the blue balloon
of your
surface.

Tomorrow at night
we will have our last dinner
with the poison spilling from red violent lips
to sacred concerto stunning fingers.

This flower is crying mama...

the last chance that i take about flowers was nectar
and now:

just blooming


i want your precious faceless flower
just for fun
and may be we will get to the graveyard
of my purity

You all are shadows
and lies
so
keep me on
my
plane(t)

This is called
how to
go deep into sea
with harpoon
and spores of magic
mushrooms
for getting nothing
back  home.

Yes, because we are
vegetarians
and the turtles
and jellyfishes
belongs each other
as my typo
and
i.

The only one good thing
was that i never had you,
instead
you bring
flower to my graveyards
and ligth to this empty
painfull
void
full of nothing
but angst
and silence
Where ******* and Mr Fishes
was dancing
with his bloodstained
fingers
tearing
my
golden
hearts.
And if you want to know
it
really
hurts.
But this sea, and this stranger birds
diving the deep of ****** force
of the vulcano
& the rose
seeking a call (a cause)
are now
beautiful
reflections
of you
and
this
sad
fly

Ti-jean leaves his poems
at the entrance to the cemetery
and the insane
misers of love
they try to strip
to letters and notes
of all silence
And it is that silence is the resolution
of our sevenths of decrease
and sensitive.
Ti-jean leaves his heart
right in the gate
that you open with your poetry;
that to elaborate
difficult tongue twisters
about the freedom to love each other.
The pouring rain
In my face
it's just
an echo
of you
and
your shadow:
Ti-jean.

we talked about everything
and nothing at all
be it in bed
or a bathroom stall

going to sleep
staying awake
we did more
than we thought we could take

m
o
o
n

and i


he liked my poems
and i adored his
words from the heart
sealed with a kiss.

i miss his poems
the sun and the moon
our sunlets

he likes my poems
and i like him.

yellow is bubbly
sour and tasty
yellow is bright
yellow truthful

yellow is *****
yellow is oily
yellow is lonely

yellow is unfortunate

stop wallowing in your sorrow
no one is garunteed tomorrow

you used to promise id have to be the one to leave you
whyh do i still love you
why does it hurt so bad
when you gave me back my blankie it still smelled like you
i cried all night
i cut so many times
i bled for you
i did everything you asked.
i did everything
and you left for someone else
just like you did to him
he cries over us you know
i didnt tell anyone
god i wish we had stayed together
i love you
i love you so much still
and yet i was never enough
dont ever say 'i love you' if you dont mean it.