Our moments collect in concentric rings about the nexus
Of a first embrace, adorned with Autumnal colors and scents -
We lovers blend, cupped gently below the stir of flecks and dapple.
Each leaf high up quivers in the bouquets and knows when to let go,
Fly and fall to earth.

Whispers from a rustling canopy climb down the bark encasements
Of these tall and somnolent trees, thirsty leaves that clatter and kiss,
Wink awake – brilliant – hold our gaze and suspend our hearts.
In a pirouette amidst the amity of recollection and premonition -
We shimmer in an iridescence of saffron on copper – remember this.

Moments light up, each one, for just an instant, the last of our lives;
Each conveniently the beginning of forever and forever smiles at us.
Rippling across the cycles of solstice and equinox, we radiate –
A nostalgic procession toward unmade memories, like tree rings.
We fly and fall in love.

My mother raised me well
And I try to remain like that
But sometimes it's impossible
When you act like such a ****

I sometimes wish you'd see me,
But that will never occur,
How could you ever notice,
When your eyes are glued on her,

I've waited on you forever,
And the days seem to climb,
When I observe you from a distance,
Never catching her eye,

I sometimes think we are the same,
Your  feelings I can relate,
It pains when your every attempt,
Is counted as a fail,

Yet still I stay beside you,
Hopeful all the way,
Praying your eyes will get tired,
And glance at me one day ,

But till that moment happens,
I'll look at you from a far,
Trying to make her notice,
Continuing to break my heart...

Remember when life was simple,
When lunch was all you thought,
When playing on the playground,
Soothed all your sores,
When rain meant an adventure,
And sun meant so much more,
When the friends you had were countless,
Or the hours with no bore?

Now life is oh so dull,
Nothing soothes the pain,
Rain means working harder,
And sun is all the same,
You have no one left beside you,
Hours seem to fly,
Childhood didn't appeal then,
And now you can't wait to die...

imagine running
but not just running
you're running like something evil is chasing after you
you can hear your heart pounding in your ear
you're running so hard you can't breathe

i've heard that's how it feels to **** yourself
that that's what it feels like to die

adrenaline flowing through your body
faster than light, faster than you're thinking
you feel it numbing your insides into oblivion.

sometimes I still get that feeling

i've heard you feel it pumping in your veins
viciously, like you're about to explode
i acknowledge that i'm screaming
only through my rib cage
you feel it rattling your every bone

i didn't know it would feel that way

like playing an old Nirvana song too loud
and about the person who said
they'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all -
whoever he or she or it is
they obviously didn't know the true bliss

the ecstasy of absolute nothingness.
the calming of feeling, no feeling at all
i've heard that's how it feels
well most of the time anyway
other than that, you are dead...

Time flows inexorably like a river
and we become the waves of  vivid memories
bustling in us like a heart.