there's one car missing from the two car garage
one dinner plate from the table
is this the point where i give up
count the losses if i am able

there's one toothbrush missing from the bathroom
one pillow from the unmade bed
the only conversation that carries on
are the things we left unsaid

only one book on the nightstand
where the light remains off
i've cried as much as i can
but can you ever cry enough

there's one heart that's broken in this man made tomb
one glass that's always empty
with nothing here and nothing i can do
a promise kept all too well lately

there are two smiles missing from this one house
one fragrance that no longer lingers
i'm sure you've figured out by now
there's one person that misses you being here

I am not beautiful
I am just a symbol of destruction
So I beg of you,
Just put me out of my misery
and throw away the memory.
Tear me down
like you tore down my hope
throw me out in the ocean
and cut the rope.
Now say goodbye.

We know it's light
shining through the natural prism
of raindrops;
revealing the spectrum
of primary colors,
but why do you feel the need
to remind us
and spoil the moment?

We know it is
the sound of air filling
a complete vacuum created by intense heat
ten times hotter than the sun.
when negative charged electrons
are carried down by rain
and ice pellets
Why steal the glory?

In your mind prison
of cold gray logic
there is no magic
no color
no joy or inspiration.
Why won't you free yourself,
and enlarge your world?
Don't **** the wide eyed child
inside you.

before you **** yourself,
just remember
that there are
places you have not been
and things you have not seen.
and poems to awe
art to draw
fields to walk through,
people to talk to,
music to take in,
games to win,
and books to be read.

so why,
oh why
do you wish
to be dead?

i want to be with you
but the sun isn't heart-sweet warm and
the way you say i'm sorry hurts even more
than why you are sorry
i want to be with you and draw with
blue chalk on the road
the people are already hating
us because we painted
"if this is our home, we're homeless" with
orange graffiti on a white wall
i want to be with you
looking at the houses that never changes
looking at the young kids acting like adults
you will laugh you will kiss my neck and tell
me that one day i will see myself just as
beautiful as you think i am, now i laugh
i threw away my heart last summer
but it was not until yesterday i cleaned up
the blood on my mother's doorstep
i want to be with you
but my body is a purple place and boys like
you belong to a beautiful refined world where
i wont be able to breathe without crying  
i want to be with you, but i can't lose myself
once again

The misty sprites in speckled shadows
dance among the ferns on the forest floor.
Hemlock and western red cedar giants
tower above the fungus jungle on the rotting leaves.
The sun alters the smell of rain,
and a light wind coaxes the wet from the branches.
I think as quietly as I can
because I am an intruder.