But the road is a dead end.
The raccoons rampage your cooler and
The compass moves no more.
The stars stay in a moving place.
Circumnavigating your home upon
Every hour.
The poor, poor girl wanders the
Desolate halls. Books strewn on the tile.
Where shall she go? What shall she do?
The toothbrush moves redundantly so,
Updown, updown,
Updown.
Free-verse haikus, a figment
Of the imagination. Five-seven-five
Forever.
Molasses spills from every orifice,
The throat's opening blocked by
Slop and gunk.
Will anyone help?
One would like to think so, but
No such luck.

Stare in the mirror and
Comb your hair, your train
Is boarding now.

The ripples, morphing straight to waves steadfast,
The mast of the boat drips palpable fear,
The sails, they swell and drop, failing to steer
The ship, toward the ground plummets the mast.
For two long years I tread until I see,
I see an island, dense with fruits and sand.
The island bears more fruit than I can stand,
I leave ethics behind; gorge heavily.
But as I gorge and feast as common man,
I realize that the island is much more
Than a rest stop, a place to rest my sore
And aching body from the pain I had.
I never saw the island until now,
Saw that I will never again drown.

We look upon the water and we see-
Among the sticks and twigs of chaos’ reign-
The type of person that we long to be.

The changes undertaken are in vain,
Beneath the surface creatures cry in pain-
We look upon the water and we see

The imperfections; all the things that feign
The other’s interest, if we just became
The type of person that we long to be...

But as our eyes grow tired and necks crane
And as our souls erupt in hatred’s flame,
We look upon the water and we see...

We see, through glasses fogged by pouring rain
The looking glass that lies and causes pain,
The type of person that we long to be.

Our imperfections cloud our views, they reign
Upon us and make misery a game-
We look upon the water and we see
The type of person that we long to be.

What is love? Is it a catchy song or an
Overused word or maybe just a dream deferred,
A withered word,
A lonely blackbird just pecking at the eyes of the undeserving.

Love’s hatred of me is unnerving.

I suppose self esteem wasn’t my strongest suit,
A beer gut in college, acne to boot,
And with this realization, heartbreak followed sooth,
And my self-image came out all blurry.
Someone left the darkroom in a hurry.
Compliments don’t make sense,
And that’s just my two cents,
But who really wants to hear that?

I’m filled with useless information because my
Only best friend was a screen.
The internet is hot on the scene.
Tumblr kids felt my pain,
But it wasn’t the same.
If cats weren’t so funny, I’d be dead.

Is it really true? I don’t want to admit it.
The truth sets you free, but I don’t think it did it.
The truth that I face kept me down in this place,
Down into a room full of cider.
Desperation climbs higher and higher.
You’re a butterfly, and I’m a spider.
Say you love me?
Nobody likes liars.

I suppose I’m just sore ‘cause I got lucky for a week
And then, like always, my body was swept
Under the rug.

I take life as it comes,
I roll with the punches,
But the punches are getting to be too strong to bear
And I’m sick of depression’s tight grip on my hair.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world,
But you do have some say in who hurts you.

As the Earth rotates along it’s axis at a million
Million miles an hour, no one on Earth can feel the speed.
Yet while everyone shuffles past us, I’m moving at a
Billion trillion miles an hour and I love every moment.

At a time devoid of laughter, you make my sides just rip apart,
And you’ve put your hands upon and warmed my cold and frosty heart.
Your voice, I wish, it could be played in my head again and again
But it can’t, so I’ll just wait ‘til I call you again.
I need you to kiss me, because my lips hurt from falling
Head over heels.
All these feels, ****, all these feels.
Tell me, baby, is this really real?
I don’t have much time left and I just can’t sit by and let
Life pass me by, so then why when a long-lost love comes around
Do I sit here and try to convince myself just
To tell her.
**** man, don’t just try and compel her.
Don’t impress or act fake, don’t be something you’re not,
Ask “What Would Will Do?” and then give it a shot,
So I tell her that I have longed for her kiss and her
Hands interlocked within mine makes me grin
Like a *******, a fool, but I don’t care because
She is mine.
She is fine.
Now I put my heart out on the line.
Here I go, no tip-toes, I run straight, don’t look back,
The pulse in my chest feels like a heart attack,
But I calm down and smile when I realize it’s just
How she makes me feel.
My heart and my brain, now on the same page
For the first time, yes, it’s a shock.
People always gave me compliments and told me I was funny,
But I never thought that it would be enough to please you, honey,
So I walked away and sighed and didn’t want to go,
And so now, the water’s won’t be tested with a toe.
I’m diving headfirst, into picnics and dates and
Candy cane kisses at way-past-too-late,
And coffee breath pillow talk, but we just don’t care…
God, do I wish I could just smell her hair.

Of all the inhabitants of this small world,
I just can’t believe that I found you.
Got so lucky to just stick around you.
Music’s our blood and the roads are sheet music
So let’s write our own silly love song.
With your smile, I simply can’t go wrong.
Can we dance in gazebos and see that, these, and then those,
And whatever may come in between.

On top of the world, Titanic-sized love,
Except we don’t hit icebergs, we climb them.

While briskly walking through a patch of weeds,
My eyes thought they had quickly been deceived,
For as I placed my foot down on the ground,
I saw a flower blooming all around.
A cherry blossom, bright and blooming free,
It’s beauty overflowed with joyous glee.
“How rare”, I said, “this really is a find”,
And then, I thought, what if the plant was mine?
And so, I picked her from her place unknown,
And brought her back to stay inside my home.
I kept her happy, for a while, it’s true.

What happened next always makes me so blue…

Her beauty, so divine, so unrestrained;
She captivated me, no effort made.
Her smell, on par with scents of those Greek gods,
To get my own Goddess, I beat the odds.
She brought me life and happiness, I was
Blessed to have her in my life because
There never was a blossom quite like her,
Such beauty could not spring from putrid earth….
And when she blossomed, I watched in dismay...
My Cherry Blossom fated not to stay.
I loved my flower truly, dearly so,
Her love and care gave me a place to go.
A prime example, perfect specimen,
Revitalizing my flat heart again.

My garden’s empty now, my shades are drawn,
I wish I’d smelled you once, before you’d gone.

Shotgun shell.
Filled with nothing but smoke and dust.
Rips the hearts of many apart
And causes tears to trickle down on your new shirt.

Sorry. I am sorry. I didn't mean to be this way.
I had no control. I had no plans.
But, we must move on. The train isn't waiting for
Me to shuffle aboard trailing behind everyone else.
Just wipe your eyes and go.