Here I am, looking up causes for headaches
at 1 am
when I know it will always come back to you.
My hands found the bottom of the ocean
as I cleaned old movie tickets out of my car today.
I can see your honesty from here.
It took my composure on its way out the door.
I’m not bitter anymore.
I’m just tired.
And I’m tired of being so tired.
I’m sorry you didn’t stay.
I’m sorry that I apologize
for all the times you didn’t.
I keep forgetting these things
are not one-sided,
and so,
I’m sorry I gave you everything
for nothing in return.
You tasted like love,
and I was parched.
Still am.

Why are we all so sad?
Smiles used to grace our faces
as easily as we breathe air

but now it seems as though even that is hard.

Everyone is...
broken.

This world wears you down
the darkness blankets us
it creeps in
dimming our light

Smiles are rare stars

Admire their beauty

Try
Try
Try
To add to the night sky
With a smile of your own

We can form a constellation.

Telling yourself you don't exist doesn't change anything
Dreams are the same thing as death these days
Are you willing to lose everything for your passion and your purpose?

The quiet raindrops comfort your tears for it was your very tears that came from the vast and salty ocean
With your mouth full of your own blood, the only thing you can taste is her tongue
Your words, soiled with memory of hers
Your skin, void of any warmth,
Numb and frozen, without her silky flesh to caress

You search for the sunlight
The rain has been pleasant
But you long for the sun to reach its rays out, dig deep, and warm you from your very core
You wonder if you will ever feel again, if the numbness will subside
But comfort comes in storm clouds and happiness always forgets to kiss you goodnight
Loneliness clouds your judgment and escape is only accomplished to your own demise

You feel weak with so many pieces missing
Will you ever be whole?
The thought of bliss burns your hollow insides until you incinerate from the inside out
And all you are is broken fragments
***** dust with no place to invade except for your *own broken heart

she estimates the night
counting the stars laid out
in a sweeping gesture in dayglow paint
across the ceiling
with technicolor comets
and a ladder from the plush carpet
to the dusty shelf with the snow storm crystal ball
a tepid little scene with a campfire
and a small grey wolf
the ladder has a small man climbing it
Jacob

she lets her hand wander to the
plate next to her
two thousand one a space odyssey plays
silently on the television
she picks up a chicken bone
holds it up to the dim light
whispers 'show me some magic'
and smiles to no-one in particular

bright blue hair
knee high rainbow socks
one lip pierced and a hungry for hope eyes
there's music playing
some neatly polished teen heart throb
and his prettier than thou *****
her walls are coated with
random pictures trimmed from magazines
some neatly polished life she dreams on sometimes
where she is fashionable
and the world is her playground

she drapes herself on my lap
all the while speed talking about a hundred things
and touching each subject
like a queen bestowing gifts
she playfully teases
'show me your magic baby'

she a neo-glitter kitty
ninety seven paces from the surface of the moon
but she keeps complaining about the dust
wants to take a vacuum cleaner to the whole place
i'm gonna clean too
tongue bath
starting with her earlobe

You
are the living breathing expression of a singular moment in the unyielding march of time

You
are unique as the shape of a newly formed crystal emerging from a storm filled cloud, finding its way to a bed of freshly fallen snow

You
are the flow of a river running through canyons, soothing edges from clashing stones, sparkling now and then in the rays of the sun and the sated beams of a harvest moon

You
are the beat of a drum in a warlord's prance and the breath of a flute in a diva's dance

You
are the present, the instant, the essence of the distilled day

You
are nevermore

You
are forevermore

You