My ship,
docked,
in your harbor,
waiting
for the rage
of your storm
to die down.

How long will I wait,
my love,
for your turmoil to be done?
How long will I long,
my dear-
For your wide open blue,
and the salt of your skin
and the awe of exploring your greatness once again?

My mast is down,
my anchor heavy.

I sit here between the hard earth
and my dream.
I sit here waiting for you
to come around.

That manipulative shot glass-
blew my brains with black n blue ***** bullets
and with blinded passion and mixed emotions,
I glided gently off my high bar stool,
and found myself nestled neatly
on my ****.

Wake up!
Burn!
BUUUURN!
Leave that bland man
who can't understand
your passion he caged!
Your fire!

Wake UP!
Sell it all!
All your comforts you've gathered-
all the years!
BURN your bridges-
Your standing-
Your convenience-

I want EVERYTHING!
BURN!

Lets rent a room
and live it up!
Forget it all!
Just you and me
and blazing bed sheets-
lets burn this lust on both ends!

Until there are not even dying embers!
Until all that's left- cold ash!
Until there is no more!
No purpose!
No direction!
Destitute!
Lost!

Until all that's left:
Regret
Resentment
Hatred

WAKE UP!

that's all I ask,
and then-
goodbye.

She buried my body at Loggers lake,
Her sweet revenge,
my bitter mistake.
The leaves were brown and yellow and red,
at the final place
I crashed my head.

a collection of pixels
making lines
making letters
making words
making beauty-

trying to make sense-
trying to express,
to bridge the divide-

and somewhere
in the black and white
we meet-

but as in a haze,
almost
and incomplete.

This is the human connection.

She writes poetry
with her fingers on my skin
her smile
her kindness
her existence

My mind cruel
the words spew-
blunt daggers-
ripping at the one I love.

My guard weak,
control down,
brash-
unforgiving.

But she sees another man,
Soft and kind,
gentle-
blind.

I see the horror that hides.