Words... Words... Words...
You pollute the air with facts
Trivia, facts, retellings of stories
Already familiar to us and to them.

Sound... Sound... God Awful sound...
Like every moment needs to be saturated
With clanking or yapping or recitations.
If only I could speak just for the ability to ask you

To Please... Stop.. Talking.

If God exists,
I’m going to hell.

If God doesn’t,
I’m already there.

I want to swim in an ocean of logic
and love with abundance of feeling.
But love doesn't come easily
to those who think (maybe too much).

And heartache comes slowly
to those who are slow to fall in love.

you HAVE to go
you HAVE to stay
you HAVE to work
you HAVE to play

you HAVE a time
you HAVE a say
you HAVE a chance
you HAVE a day

you HAVE an opinion
you HAVE a way
Will you let it all go
for today?

I'm not quite out of time,
but I'm well out of words.

I'm not yet out of patience,
but I'm well out of motivation.

I'm not quite out of love,
but I'm well over you.

freedom, relative
upon what you cannot have
or achieve, today

Question and question and question
Me, Closed off because I don’t
Want to break down in front of you
Every time I see you.

Closed off Because
I believe…
There’s more to life than
Problem after problem
Struggle after struggle.
Failure after failure.

Because I… Believe in hope
Because I’d rather talk about the beauty
Seen in the lives around me
Hope and pain and hurt all around in other people
And you want me to talk about myself..

Maybe I am closed off,
Because I don’t want to
Carry a box of mirrors.

I don~t understand love poetry sometimes,.?

Yup… Flowers, Favorite Moments, The Whole Shebang

Gentlemen write things like “Rocking you in my arms brings be great tingles of joy”

And women, I quote, say “Protection and safety are found in your presence”

Yeah… The stereotype is lovely.

Poets and optimists alike eat up the rhythm and emotion.

Yet why?

What do we want?

What do we look for?

Who cares?

I guess anti~lovers would say.

Me maybe?

Yes I believe in love,

Yes I have felt it~s evil pangs

And seen it~s effects.

What of them?

Each generation the same.

Each lover alike in thought

“Can~t live without you”

“Miss you to death and life and back again”

What do we want?

Don~t know.

Don~t need to.

Just know I don~t want it.

Don~t want a lover.

Holding someone tight doesn~t define your life or mine.

But What Does?

How do I love you?
When every fibre in my being
SCREAM
Against you?


How do I long to please you?
When you’ve never done
ONE THING,
For me?


How do I not despise you?
When your mouth determines to
REVILE
Every word I say?


How can something good come from me?
When I am so prone to hate
EVERYONE
Were it not for inspired love?

You know, I’ve always liked you…
Wanted to see you through and through
There’s something beautiful about me and you
There’s always been meaning
To what you have to say.

There’s not a long long time for me to show my face
You’ve been so helpful in showing me such grace
Nothing in this world compares to you and me
We’re prob’ly soul mates,
But in the wrong time and place.

Hours and hours I’d lie betwixt your arms
Wrapped all around you like we’d last till the end
I know it’s crazy to pretend that I could just be free
Free from all the pressure. Free to love you most
In my next life I’d like to have you

Yes, if only for a day.
This time we’ll both wait.
It could be us two together.
We’ll live it out
Open, in love, and free.

Yes, please next time…
Just you and me.

There can be no millionth chance.
We’re not meant to be.


Forgiveness happened long ago,
But I believe that maybe,


We have too much past
To have a present

What makes a home?
What does it look like?
Tell me.



Is home the feeling when
~A cat purrs in your lap?
~Your mom squeezes you tight?
~There’s nowhere else you’d rather be?



Is home where you
~Rest your head to sleep?
~Cook and share means?
~Surround yourself with your favorite things?



Is a home where
~You run to?
~Love surrounds you?
~Selfishness has no place?



Is home a place of
~Comfort?
~Escape?
~Peace?



Tell me,
What does it look like?
What makes a home?

Laugh and pretend that you’re crying inside.

Play it off like it naturally died.

Pretend all you want, but we know it’s lies.

If you cared, you wouldn’t run away to hide.



Pretend you’re bound up in briars

As if you’re world is nothing but fire.

The more you say, the less good will transpire

For we all know you’re just a bad liar.

Alone again, and it’s the middle of the night.

He got in too deep and gave my heart a fright.

I’d like to look back and say it’ll be alright,

But I know the truth: it’s all over, that’s right.



I could smile and laugh like it’s all okay,

But I just lost my newest friend today.

Begging and pleading wouldn’t make him stay,

Instead I guess I’ll lie down to cry and pray.



Just like skanks lose their virtue, I’ve lost my touch.

I guess now I have nothing. I never really had much.

The look on his face was imaginable, such

Contempt and sorrow with a side of disgust.



I would never had told. Would’ve kept my mouth shut.

How was I to know he’d bark and protest like a mutt?

I made a conscious effort to lock all that up.

Tried to conceal it within to avoid this vile cup.



If you can’t keep em, forget em.

Along with him, him, and him.

Make it easy as possible to walk an’

Never let you heart get too broken.



Maybe my mom was dead wrong,

Instead of letting him write me a song

I should tell him the truth! Before long

They’d all see through me and…



No! I can’t let any of them go.

I’ll keep them all on their toes

Just as long as each of them knows

How I care for all of my hoes.

I scratch and scrape
And pull words together
To make a state-
No, there has to be a better…

Breathing in
And beginning again
From the start
To create “good” art.

But subjectivity!
Who determines the value?
Of my feverous venue
Aka attempt at creativity.

Maybe I could write of
Unrequited love,
Morals or Serendipity.
But today they don’t inspire me.

So instead…
I’ll sketch a portrait
Of thoughts in my head
Of what comes from my forebrain.

I hope you know her.
The types of looks after slumber.
The books she reads in December.
Oh God, I pray you bless her.

My Dear, I hope that you see her.
Through your own eyes and through her mirror.
Every guy should want to meet her.
As a friend, there is no greater.

And I hope you look upon her,
With eyes smitten in wonder .
So help me, if I see you gaze on another.
For with her, your mind never need wander.

She’s the type all should marry if given the chance,
Never swayed this way and that with romance.
Warmth and love can be found holding her hands.
Serene joy found in her presence.

It’s a joy to have caught her
I hope you see what an honor
You hold as her “mister”
(And after this ceremony) her lover.

I wish you both the best,
Now and forever.
I hope the best for you, my sister.
And I welcome you, my new brother.

When you know everyone but yourself
When you live everywhere but home
When you look anywhere but the mirror
When your thoughts are everything but still
When your mind is always occupied
When reflections scare you
You may be my friend


She is dear and she is sweet
Involved and giving
Shows love in every way but affection
Loves the game and forgets connections with its players
Floats through and everybody knows
her.


But is it her they really know…


Active physically and mentally
Until almost 4 AM
Till her mind shouts
“ENOUGH I GIVE IN!”
Sleep must come first,
We’ll reflect tomorrow
But tomorrow is another
Day of empty self-evaluation promises.


Instead she goes back to the premise
That she just needs to do one more thing
And stay that much more active
But all her mind needs
Is a chance to be reflective.


Her body tries to tell her
All she needs is ******, emotional, mind rest
But all she knows is everyone else
She lives in everywhere else
She breathes everything else,
When she needs to know
Herself.

Yea…

It’s been a long time since I finished…

I haven’t been able to get the right…

There’s something I can’t tell y…

I wanted to make some…

Wished you and I could h…

But I realized I just don’t know how to…

I just can’t finish any…

Maybe if you give me some time I’ll…

Don’t you think I could…

Or maybe I should…

Ye…

A long time since I decided to finish

Does an optimist or a pessimist write the better poem?

Does an optimist with his rhyme and meter

Writing songs of love, nature, and spring?

Or are a pessimist’s dirges

Of bitter betrayal and loss more inspiring?



Both pessimists and optimists sing

Soft, yet loudly their own song.

So who writes the better poem?

What is the better song?

One of the marriage bed,

Or one of love gone wrong?



All sympathize with sadness;

All feel the pangs of joy.

Songs of rotten apples,

Or of bouncing baby boys?

So what expression does the better poet employ?



Truth is they touch us daily.

All just parts of life.

Tears and laughter not unique to ******* or wife.

Yes maybe optimists and pessimists are not so far apart,

For both pessimists and optimists capture the human heart.

Hey you…

Is there anything I can do?

I want to hug you,

Make you new.

If I tried, what would you let me do?



Out there in the cold,

You live your life collecting mold

Sitting watching in the folds

Of your mother’s little scolds.

Will you ever break the mold

Of getting lonely, getting old?



Can you feel me,

Sitting silent while you plee

Letting nature drop it’s flees

While you just stare with eyes at he

Who does not look back when you plee?

we’re taught so we can fix problems.

we create problems so someone can teach us to fix.

we learn so we can forget.

we forget so we can learn again.

What is the time between dust and dust?

Is there more than to follow one of us?

Can there be timing or moments of strain

That lead us to some greater gain?

Tell me, oh wise one, what is the purpose

Of the breath of air between dust and dust?

There are some

Words you’ll always remember

Words you’ll try and try to forget

Words that made your lips tremble

Words you hope he’ll regret.