We lied there on the grass
Thinking about life
How it went so well
With or without strife

We shared the same thoughts
We were inseparable
All of our years
Our fun, always on a double

Then you sat up
Looked me in the eyes
Smiling so sweetly
I can't break the ice

I smiled back and hoped
That this wouldn't end
But then you spoke up
"I'm glad that you're my best friend"

Tonight I cannot sleep
My head is screaming loud
I stand at edge, so steep
I stand and stare, no sound

Last time I saw your face
I saw your grace, as well
as glass thats lost its place
glass, no one else could tell

shattered glass no one saw
rested upon your cheek
to the 'round of your jaw
with pinned lips you couldnt speak

as broken legs can't walk
your broken lips can't talk

Cheers to Life

Cheers to the people I met, and to the people who stayed, and to the people who left, and to the people who will leave.

Cheers to those who caused my life heartaches, and cheers to those who stood beside me in those heartaches.

Cheers to those who made me laugh, and to those who made me mad.

Cheers to the difficulties of life that has made me stronger than who I was yesterday.

Cheers to those memories that end in bliss, and cheers to those memories that leave a bitter taste.

But cheers--- Cheers anyway!

Cheers to the girl that is deeply embedded in my heart. (I'll never forget. I seriously never will.)
Cheers to the brother I never had. (You are awesome, and a brother will always be a brother.)
Cheers to the friends who help you keep warm in the cold days, and nights. (Much cheers. Much Cheers to you!)
Cheers to the choices, and mistakes that will be made. (May it cause me to become stronger than who I am today.)

Cheers to life!
Cheers to new adventures!
Cheers to new heartaches!

And

Cheers to God----
For everything.

Last night I had to cut open a body.
The cadaver begged me not to
But
There's some days I don't understand Even the whimpers of a corpse.
Its high pitched yelp was drowned out by the comedy playing in the background.
The smooth blade intruded the skin.
I saw a tear drop roll from its decaying eye;
I wish I'd wiped it away.

She makes me smile like
cold air, full moons and oceans
for that I'm thankful

these ******* words just dont feel right anymore

My fingers feel numb and my pen has run dry.

I've been sitting for hours just thinking of the right rhymes

the right words, phrases that would catch the eyes of readers

I became a ******* factory.

Cold, spewing out the same generic **** over and over.

No wonder **** felt wrong.

I have not been free. I want to be free.



I want to be free of everything. Leave everything.

but love. Love is not free.

Love is binding, love is heavy, love is painful

and I dont want it.

it seems though, I have no choice.

and as if some unknown force ordained it to be

this binding

this heavy

this painful love of mine

chose you.

you



I was ready to be free.

I had sharpened the pen that would write the final farewell on my wrists, I had convinced myself that I was ready to be free.

but then I realised today was Thursday. We usually go out Thursdays. Have lunch or watch a movie.

Maybe I wasn't ready to be free yet. maybe.

1) I am very observant

2) I am a very good listener

3) I dont get in the way of things, I'll let you do your thing

4) When you're sad you'll find me with my hands out reached towards the sky gently plucking the glistening stones from the endless obsidian, just to give them to you. "They remind me of your eyes" I'll say.

5) I like to go out on dates.

6) I'll never forget the first time we kissed.
(Beneath the resplendent moon and underneath the flower laden fence at our friends 18th birthday. Me in my Black suit and silver bowtie and you in your black spotted dress with your frilly head piece)

7) I can be that sweater in the back of your closet that you never really take out. Just there waiting and watching but always ready to be worn when you need it.

8) I will love you more than light loves the day more than the moon loves the sky I will love you more than silence. More the summer sunday afternoons.

9) I will write you vague poems, just so I can tell you I love you.
and I hope you keep loving me too.

You were always so critical of yourself.

You hated your legs and called them sticks but to me they were a forest I'd like to soon get lost in.

You likened your love to a candle but this candle was my sun.

You said your voice was a soft purr but to me it was a roar that was heard on every ******* frequency from dogs to whales.

In truth we are nothing, nothing but buzzing among the endless sounds of the macrocosmos. But to one you are everything and that was all that mattered.