Happy Fathers Day.
I said to a pile of dirt.
Daddy I love you.
I thought in an aimless prayer.
Thanks for being there Dad.
I said to ******* nobody.
I want to be just like you when I grow up Dad.
I said to a dead man.
Cancer cradled me to sleep.

One night, I started a conversation with a lover.
We spoke in haikus.


Do not be concerned/ The darkness will fade my dear/ The sun is ours.

I wish not for light/ The darkness is our domain/ The night brings our truth.

Wherever light may shine/ Darkness has slept there longer/ Open up your eyes.

A blind truth stays true/ Daylight has no secret proof/ In darkness I remain.

I wish to show you/ Even suns are dark at core/ Life exists more.

I wish more for you/ Your an infinite red giant/ Glow forever love.

Suns bursts and implode/ A black hole could breath you in/ I shall do the same.

I am the black hole/ Let my absorb your presence/ Absence needs purpose.

Absence doesn't exist/ Even silence gives thoughts rise/ Here I am, for you.

As you are for me, The sun is for the darkness/ Darling let us dance.

Tango with darkness/ Bedsheets shall be our dance floor/ Youre turning me on.

And in the static my of thoughts
I find all my energy
wound into a raging ball
of unstoppable,
yet meaningless fury.

Sitting in a **** storm.
Its poetic.
Anger puts a silver bullet in your static dynamic.
Rage chokes out your common sense.
Bitterness is seeping from the corners of your smile,
                  Like poison.
All of your pain is real.
Tangible,
Unchanging,
Concrete.
The only 'silver lining' is the metallic placed by anger.
And as your heart pitter patters,
your limbs weaken,
your mind depletes,
You see hope galloping off into the distance.
Off to infest another potential uprising,
                 Like poison.
Nothing is real.
None of it matters anymore.

Growth is prevalent in your features.
I can physically see your soul expand,
I can physically see your heart has been fertilized with wisdom.
Wisdom and hurt.
Wisdom and pain.
Pain and love.
They are one in the same.
I am the one to blame.

I can see my strength evolving inside you.
I'm watching my evolution.
I'm seeing all my revelations.
I'm witnessing a dance,
A tango of confusion,
A salsa of reflection.
I've subconsciously been your instructor.

Please remember I'm on your side.
I've dragged you through my pain
And you've grown into my foot steps.
I'm proud.
Please remember.

Quietly she creeps at night
Hoping for a another chance
Not knowing if her limbs will hold
She caters to her worst fears feast
Her heart needs not proceed to know
Rapture’s just around her lungs
Shattering her lifeless dream
Quietly she dies inside.

Tomorrow is another day,
and I’m supposed to be happy about writing this.
Tomorrow is another day
that is not the day I want it to be.
I need two more tomorrows until I can break free from this plaid conformity
and wear the freedom of the weekend.
After those two tomorrows,
I’ll be begging for a yesterday.
Tomorrow is another day,
another drive,
another monotony of hours
strung together by breath and boredom.