~Is nothing
~Is a test of will
~Is a waist of time
~Isn’t chill
~Isn’t fun
~Isn’t fixed with a pill.

I'm am not good enough.
Maybe I'm enough for everyone else
But I am not good enough.

I'll hide myself in the pits of hell
If that means I can escape
The tint of a toxic faith
In the heavenly realm.

I hope the supple touch
          Of all the women I have ever loved
Cascades like rain
          Over every inch of this Earth’s terrain
Let the sunrise kiss from her crescent lips
          Chase away the nights gangly grip
Turning barren fields
          To blooming bastions
Of roots and seeds, nurtured into
          The smile underneath a weeping willow tree
Raise the bones of change
          From their dusty graves of grief
Discard your flesh and,
          Bare to me only what lies beneath

Eyelash
Delicately sitting
On the apple
Fallen not too far
From the tree

Candles blown
Wishes askew
Pearlescent hue
Dreams of you
My apple

Fallen
Or tossed
Regardless
Mine,
I thought