The thoughts invisible
Invincible the cape of words
Now they haunt

Between keeping mum
And wanting to express
Lies the lies of quiet

Sometimes I write a lot
The Words, written
Sound better
Than the spoken

Strange is the world of words
Spoken and written
Both heard

all paths lead to nowhere,
nowhere to hide,
nothing but the sprawling,
unnerving reality of time

it slips, silently, through the fingers
all moments, having passed,
unify and become one:
"the past"

You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.

The wind is blowing;
It's cold;
I'm cold;
I'm freezing to death;
I need warmth.

I’m lonely but I make myself that way
I want to be loved, but I drive them all away

I died
with a smile
when she left me
there alone
standing on rain darkened stone

I longed
for my shadow
to stretch
from my brain
to my tired and platonic bones

My lids
half closed
Ceilings of my soul
There I stood
Blood coursing in veins all aglow

My shape
Vile, viscous
Tears run sour
cried over
by none but the dark earth below

I mourned
broken windows
through which
droplets of light
displayed my infinite carbon-based life

But… I loved
And so I perished with a smile that night.