I think
as artists
we owe a lot to pain.

Put on
a robe of thorns
and write

about the nice weather outside
and that delicious burger
you had today.

Write about happiness
when you're in pain-
beauty.

This is not a love poem
this is an I love you do you love me like
I love you poem
do you know me like
you think you do poem
this is a would you be disappointed
if you did poem
an I have been feeling the chilling of the air
and I cant tell if it is just the fault of the season
or if you, too, are cooling
whatever heat you had for me
browning and falling and
crumbling between my fingers
like the leaves of these oak trees
in november poem
a what would I need to do to keep us warm poem
and this is also
an I may be completely mistaken poem
an it was seventy degrees today poem
this is a show me I am completely mistaken poem

And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.

Next time I wake from sleep
for keeps – from deepest, darkest
slumber – I may come back a little
bird to visit in the summer; my
quetzal pomp, green feathered
grace, singing through my hunger –
when I am gone, I may come back
your pretty bird, a wonder.

Now
"The euthanasia"
passive,
fundamental right
to die with dignity,
when no possibility,
is legitimate...

I wonder
If "the unrequited love"
depressive,
sentimental
A freewill
without felicity
was ever illegitimate?

I just want to write
and write
and write
and write
and write
Get these thoughts out of my head
So I can have a moment of respite
My mind is a battleground of thoughts
Shouting to be heard above all others
I feel panicked, frenzied
Why can't I just calm down
This is horrible night
Nothing is right
My brain can't flee or fight
I look a terrible sight
The self-hatred boils
And the worry screams
It'll be alright tomorrow
But tomorrow is so far it seems
Why can't I stop thinking
Why can't my mind stop racing
Just let me sleep
Just let me breath
Just let me believe
My mantra
That all will be well
Please
It's all I have left
My candle in the darkness
My dam holding back the flood
The one thing standing
Between me and oblivion
Just let me believe
That all will be well