I’m sick doctor.
I’m love sick,
And you’re
The cure

the stars stuck to my ceiling
don’t glow in the dark anymore

The sense of quiet understanding
As two strangers take cover from the rain

Water pools around her feet
Constant stream of ripples
The river reflects bright light
As the girl sings a sweet melody
I watch from afar
Wishing I could sing along
To the sweet river girl

"They are dead," he says.
"And you are alive and have been for eons.
When will you stop walking amongst the ghosts?"

Poetry is not about
How many words
You write
But rather
What words
You write

I'm stuck in the mobius strip
An infinite loop

U
P
and
        O V E R
U
P
and
        O V E R

And just when it looks like the end is near
I'm back where I started
How do I escape this mobius strip?

I can see it in your eyes
And I can taste it in your lips
I feel it on your wrists
Why are you in such pain?

you were not meant to be a dying star,
not when you could burn as brightly as the sun

“What does it feel,” she asks softly, “when you killed them?”

Nothing.

It feels like nothing, and then like everything all at once as soon as it’s done.

“Sometimes the blood gets on your hands,” she says in lieu of an explanation and meets her green eyes. “And sometimes, it feels like it won’t ever go away.”

I found you slumped on the kitchen floor
Arms wrapped around yourself as you gaze at the tile pattern
It's times like this when I can't tell
What's going on inside your mind
All I can tell is that your thoughts seem to be going
200 miles an hour
Spiraling from one misery to the next
When you notice my stare
You get up claiming to need some air
And what can I do but leave you there?

She walks around the city now with the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back.
Sometimes it feels so heavy she can't breathe.
She feels the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back and the weight of a dead man’s memory and she wonders how she’s going to survive this.

Kisses were stolen among the
Shelves of the  library

The spines of books the only witnesses
to clumsy yet ardent mouths

They watched, standing as silent sentinels
As we fell deeper into the web of each other

God must hate me
If he allowed me to
Fall in love with
One of his angels

The pressure
Is building up
Inside this
Skin container
And it's going
To blow

Why do I carry an umbrella
When I need
A storm shelter
To protect
Me
From
You

the world stops for no one,
but, maybe, it might
slow down for us, my love

I didn’t realize
I had fallen in love
Until I noticed
My eyes straying
From the clouds
And onto you

Hate is bred from love
That’s what makes
This world of ours
As miserable
As it is

I hear you crying sometimes
Muffled cries of agony
When feeling in itself is a crime
During the darkest of nights
When silence is the loudest sound
And black is all that’s in sight
Do not hide your tears
For I will always
Be here for you, my dear

Another night in which I find myself arguing with God
As he mutter about how lost my mother is
I tell him, "But my mother hits me"
"She ignores me"
"She doesn't care about me"
And yet he continues with his mutter
Forgetting about my troubles
And all I can do is shout,
"She HATES me!!"
Yet once again he doesn't seem to hear me
I get it
No one does

we acted as though we held all the time in the world in the palms of our calloused hands

Burn, and let the sparks engulf you
Scorching your skin
In order to strengthen your mind