Reflect, forget.
T-take a step
way back
To where you once held breath.

Love is never stagnant
And it fills me with regret.

What I truly want, I may never see.
So I'll have to settle for pills and me.

Morsel of intelligence.
Mixed with  not
forgetting stuff
And Jesting that you've
never smoked
a
cigarette

Inhale.

Keeper of items known
no more.
He says,
cough,
Oh Lord.
Make the past come
to life
like the starting
of the underscore.

She's not like me,
more than fish are lures.
But he's all
I see
when I can hope no more.

Exhale, poor soul.

The scent of roses lush
comes about everything
She touched.
And now, the roll of seasons must
be changed
in ways
unknown to us.

We took our hugs, though,
We took our crime.
We take our beginnings like We take our time.
While, all the while, never stopping to say "
Hey,
those deals were reel-real Sublime."

You will see friends you don't like
when this happens to you.
You will see the moon and stars a-bright.
It helps when it is blue.

Hearts can never be shared.
Excuses dull, and ill-expected.
Though the ones who cared, ourselves alike
know that she shall be protected.

**For QMH

The bloke's a sad sack.
To another joke of a
mad
hack.
He's beginning to
spike up
as if the heart beat
of a heart
attack.

just point and stare
call him flapjack
just once then be done with it
not worth your precious time
neglect and tragedys the sum of him

To a flip-flopper,
Gobstopper.
Act so
as your colors bleed through.
I see you
and you, and you
analyzing him like a haiku.

Well off..
but yet on the street one thinks
a ***
Of this man who takes the alcohol and drugs to make him numb.

But on the inside, through
The Corduroy and winter fabric
there stands not a man,
A boy
Who thinks himself a maverick

Sometimes.

Rhymes
like
Blinds.

Stay, masking out the light.

Of that vocabulary mime,
but just so vast while in a fight.

Or, when I'm right.
Or in a cyphe.

Just like I'm hyped just to be spoken to.

Anxiety feels me funny.
Yeah, this *****.  But
here's a joke, or two

And I make them laugh
through this gruesome mask
trying to
break castes.

To solemnly swear
never to raise thy mast.

I wish it not
on my wort enemies.
Or a couple birds, a flock
that had been crippled with disease
In an attempt

  to remove them

from their current misery.
The way that she treats me.

Fix my glasses.
I can see myself
quite better.
Bat lashes to get some help.

Children come
and children go.
But the villain one
is always so

Yet, much less
     bone
and
     skin   serves he
as much as
moaning
whims  and  pleas

To fix all children.. and                                              fix my mirror.
To help myself
to notice
Me.