I crave to write the way I used to write
With punctuality and natural rhyme
Maybe now I just don't have the time,
The passion, or right mind
These words, I can just no longer find
I don't see things the way I used to
It's like I'm going blind

A black cat with full moon eyes
Lures a moth towards their glow
Then swallows it whole
Not sure which is more unlucky

Peaches and cream
All just seem
A bit too sweet

At a run down BP
The man in front of me
With rotten teeth
Is purchasing
Marlboro reds, coffee
And a chance to win the lottery

Gets what he needs,
Then goes on with his deeds
Walks by me
Like a blind man
Who cannot see
Maybe he'll be the winner

Now I'm next in line
Cashier asks "how are you?"
I say fine
They don't care if that's a lie
All I buy
Are peaches
To feed my hunger
Peaches for dinner

I devour
Counting down the hours
Days until I eat again
Slowly becoming more sour
Losing all my power
I hide like a coward
Benith moldy skin
Rotten from within

Same as a peach,
I wither and decay
Who is to say
tomorrow is another day?

Leaving, but never forever gone

Someday I will return

So until then, do not mourn.

I know you’re stubborn

But you’ll learn
that I am happy.

Love is an open door
Or whatever they say

So I'll go but leave the door unlocked

Just incase you knock.

All of this isn't just for talk
I wrote you a letter to remember me in chalk,
On the cracked sidewalk

But when it rains it pours,
Washing it away

Maybe enough to ease the burns
Or seize the pain

If my fire is extinguished,

Know that it is better than fading away.
I will go out in a blaze of glory.

I wasn’t meant to stay

Movies are made of lights and shadows
contrasts between the two
sundresses are just as much for the sun
as for disappearing in the darkness

grab her wrist before she goes
she folds in impossible ways
into a letter
and the one addressed never replies to the sender
you write to her
with hopes of returning

she is the golden gate bridge
blames herself for acts she did not commit
they jump from her with lost souls
hopes of never returning

From a snowy apartment window she pulls the curtains
the show is over
you waited until the credits
and wonder why your name wasn't on the screen
but where were you during these scenes?

darkness is in so much
there's so much in darkness

Smoke my life away
Each cigarette in the ashtray
Just taking off another day
And I pray
For rain
But these fires still remain
Just another day
Until I reach my fate
A day much too late
Slowly I decay
So I'll smoke another,
If I may
I have no shame
Death is inevitable, anyway
I'll be just the same as these ashes
As in the grave

our bodies are instruments
strung elegantly
in a delicate way
almost magnetically,
as if it were inevitable
Love reaches volumes
more than measurable
we are always capable
I know it seems questionable
but without this
how else do we connect?
that's how we learn respect
each unique in their imperfect way
if everyone was the same
beauty wouldn't exist
no instrument can play itself
But together the notes sing
we find harmony
in coexitence
existing together but all in one
finally feeling free of the burdens life brings
is accepting these things
that there are bigger things than just oneself
with words unspoken
but heard and you are awoken
by ways you never knew
you can learn how to dance
if give everything a chance
stop saying you can't
now is the time just as much as the future
time never really exists
This is all just humor
created by the producers for the consumers
we always feel like movers
and the moochers, moving in on us
we, the fewer