There it lays,
my tear soaked
pillow case.

In clouds unseen
where they visit me
every night since thirteen

What am I to do
with no avenue to pursue
when they deny my inhibitions
and tell them they're forgiven?

I see what I can't change and
I can't change what I see

I want to want their vision
of tender, loving, harmony
but it feels like swallowing poison
treating my actions remorsefully.

I take each day
one at a time
unyielding to divulge
what comes to me as I lay
every night
on my tear soaked pillow case.

The syllables of my name
Unmoved
By song or siege.
A liaison of compliance
I sleep on my knees.
Newborn only
After stars have died
Trickster. Strip tease.
The braided hair
Of women I loathe.
I am the race of Cain.
The smirk in me, the simper.
An artifact of what whim?
I have only ever cried
For myself.
Help me. I am glacier
Mouth and crater.

Anyone can say that we should love someone not by his or her face but

It's a sad truth that we love someone friest by his or her face
Crack the myths and be practical

He jumped off the building and
the metallic wings carried
him high
towards the clouds
where others like him swam in absolute
bliss

but then something
hit his head
and
he woke up

turned around in bed
and realized there
was blood trickling from
his eyebrow

The girl besides him was
holding a
stapler in her hands
and her eyes were watching
him with hate

"What the ****!?" he shouted

"Keep it down," she said. "Ah, you've
got some nerve to
play victim here, boy."

"What?"

"Oh, I tell you what. I was talking to
you and for a reply
you turned your back
to me and closed your eyes and
fell asleep. Like, what the ****? So
I figured if you
can't keep your eyelids away
from your eyes I'll give
you a hand. Ah, sometimes I think I'm just
too good for you, boy."

He put his head on
the pillow and breathed heavily
"Yeah," he said. "Me too."

I love you, you know
But sometimes you do
Things that hurt me
And you don't seem to notice