You bought the Express,
I wanted the Sun
you wanted it your way
I wanted a gun.
It's no fun any more
since the day
'the mother in law'
stepped through the front door and started laying down the law.

I really try to get along with her
but I can't see her being fair
she wants things done and doing right
I should have run away last night
but she caught me opening the bedroom door and laid me down a lot more law,smacked me in the face and now I'm sore
can't take this misery
what more can I do.
Nor can I tell if this is a living hell or hell among the living,
well she'll have to go
she'll have to know that she's not sharing any of her uncaring here
I am not going to live in fear any more.
Is that the door?
Oh god she's back and I haven't done the breakfast dishes
if anyone has two free wishes
lend me one
and if wishes really work at all
tomorrow she'll be gone.

A friend can be like the storm that blows everything up, tries your patience, causes changes; but reminds you to be geared up and vigilant.    



A friend can be like the rain that, at the first pour, leads into anxiety; but later on, raindrops keep you calm, thus a friend shows tranquillity upon everyone – serene and happy.



A friend can be like a lightning rod that strikes everyone surprise with annoyance to the ears; but reminds you that a surprise – with all its noises – grants unsolicited bliss which lasts in memory.



A friend can be like a cloud that separates from the others in the vastness of the expanse, and floats alone – the emo, ; but reminds you to be considerate and sympathetic at all times.  



A friend can be like the mist that seems mysterious and unreachable, full of secrets and vagueness; but reminds you to take risk of knowing him profoundly so to appreciate the truth within.



A friend can be like the sun – superior in nature – that can heat up the situation; but gives you warmth in times of coldness, reminds you that darkness would just pass, and that the new morning unfolds soon to absorb your pessimisms.



And a friend is as constant as this – day or night, sunny or rainy, cold or warm, filled or cloudless – the azure that covers everyone beneath any threat, any trial, any worry, any doubt; the azure that holds a promise of watching over you as it did yesterday and is doing today, and the azure that awaits your hopeful tomorrow…



Is that which embraces you under its shelter and defence – yes, the great sky.

Paint each tempered vein
Time for us to begin
Love is dreamt within the pain
Passion in the tailspin
Each word that cuts like knives
Etches in the soul
Never good at holding on
Even worse at letting go

Blank stares grasp onto me
Chilling my very bones
A seashell called love in an endless sea
Senses dulled, skills unhoned
Making up words, wanting something in turn
Promises worth ****
Choices made and choices lost
Perfectly off pitch

Time a constant except in death
A warden to my jail
Looking for a key inside of me
Tired, tried, failed
Peel back this skin, searching in depth
For a reason, crazy or sane
Time to look within myself
Search each tempered vein

Quite unexpectedly, as Vasserot
The armless ambidextrian was lighting
A match between his great and second toe,
And Ralph the lion was engaged in biting
The neck of Madame Sossman while the drum
Pointed, and Teeny was about to cough
In waltz-time swinging Jocko by the thumb—
Quite unexpectedly the top blew off:

And there, there overhead, there, there hung over
Those thousands of white faces, those dazed eyes,
There in the starless dark the poise, the hover,
There with vast wings across the cancelled skies,
There in the sudden blackness the black pall
Of nothing, nothing, nothing—nothing at all.

It is a dream and I will dream on...
I cannot consider reality.
I am not fixed on an mere appearance of an eternal contradiction.
This manifestation rises like a vapor.
There is a world of things invisible to those wrapped in the first.
This world of suffering has become a necessary means of redeeming my vision.
I sit quietly in the midst of pain to break these boundaries.
Know thy self and the nothing in excess.
Pride and ego are hostile demons.
Bliss is born from pain from a heart cruel and relentless.
From musical moods comes poetical ideas and creation.
With this intangible reflection of pain comes mad love and not passion alone.
Now I become the Drunken Revealer But not on earthly pleasures
But spirit alone...

freckles clung
like manic-pixie stardust,
spackled whispers
an unfolding fractal
of brimming dresser drawers
old pictures and mix cds,
we could only ever do
what teenagers were supposed to.

smushed crabapple handholds,
moxy and sadism hard-won,
no crash course in platonicness,
our stained glass eroded
into a beach
frozen in unsummer,
opiates dull senses,
a synesthetic void
exchanging echoes of echoes,
a cacophony of empty
distilling as it leaves
in whisks of 2 a.m.s,
honey-laced whiskey,

if the sky murmurs one
last love poem, it isn't
to us but our
moment of infinity,
of blind faith
irredeemably lost,

that forever of apex
where the line between
falling and flying
blurs.

You will never know how much,
How much I long for you.
I don't want to meet your eyes,
Am afraid you might see through me.
See my deepest thoughts,
Find them colored with you.
I tell myself I don't need you,
Convince myself you're wrong for me.
It hurts too much,
You matter too much.
My every tear is tied to you,
You didn't call, you didn't want me too.
How can I be rid of you,
When I can't think of anything but you?
You break my heart and somehow its only you who can fix it.
I want to be with you,
Somehow you're what I need.
Can you feel it too?