Look at me with honest eyes
Make love to me with shaking thighs
Speak words that you only mean
Make the same mistakes, but enjoy the in between
Listen to my every word
I will listen back, make sure your voice is heard
You might lose but never fail
If you need a hand, I will be your bail
When there's no option but to cry
I will be your tissue, and make you dry
So love me but not only with your heart...
You are my subject, let's make this art.

Silence around me, save for that drip. Drip. Dripping.
We both know what that is.
Your desperate, hopeless, scream inside me,
Ricocheting off the inside of my skull.
I can still hear you now,
Your coarse voice screaming out to no one in particular.
Do it again.
Your face is pretty, or handsome. Either or both.
It doesn’t matter anyway,
You can scream and send shivers of something, or everything, not anything, down my spine.
I’m polishing a blade opposite you.
I grip it, feeling the power and dominance strengthen my stance.
I dip into your pale blue eyes for a second,
The terror and pain making me smile.
My grin vanishes as I see more, deeper,
The dying glimmer of hope.
I grimace.
Slowly, the corner of my mouth turns again, as the blade glints in the flickering light.

Why am I infatuated
with my weight and size
                                                            ­        lately..
Don't think that I
haven't been eating, cause
                                                           ­         I have been.
I have no one to impress.
But there is a wonderful
                                                       ­             someone.
He doesn't care about
weight and size. Especially mine.
He's fallen for something
                                                       ­              else
of mine; the words that
flutter from my mind.

You're sitting on a stool,
Nearest to the door,
Slurring words about the past,
Saying how you were so *******,
How you said a lot of things, that you wouldn't take back,
You drink cheap beer and liquor,
It's the only thing that keeps you alive,
I wonder if you ever wish I was there,
I'm just a ghost now,
Haunting every memory,
Somewhere between drunk and sober,
I hang around there,
You stumble out into the parking lot,
Pass out beside the cars,
You hardly know where you are,
But that's how you like to be,
And I just wonder if you ever think of me,
If you ever thought I was good enough of a reason to stop it,
But I'm gone with the wind,
While I was leaving, you were sitting here,
With one hand on the bottle,
One foot in the grave,
At a bar with black walls,
And while a drink was calling your name,
I called "Daddy come back here."

Put everything familiar inside of a red raft,
on smooth mud-covered waters,
And as his heals sunk to the sand
I didn't know the compassion that was coming.

Your vastness encompassed not just my body,
but my mind.
I was encircled in your silence,
Your golden sun that by night was replaced by an even more enormous beauty;
Lost in your curved and jagged love.

Birds of every blue,
water that tickles back as you touch it,
and wheat brims that stretch for miles.

Those Rock edges,
two hundred feet up,
they leaned down.
Leaned down and grabbed around the small of my back
and the Earth hugged me--
warm and familiar

Then released me back to my boat
I lay:
face to the sun - back to the river,
and whispers of wisdom created ripples in the water.

The warmth of the rubber took to the curve of my spine
Feeling like I'd never been let go.
I don't even think I realized how much I love you
Until our eight hours wore down—too quickly.

So as I left my memory,
I leaned my face to the sky,
pressed my chest to the sun,
And tried to let you know
That I was hugging you right back.

So that we can see
How one wall kisses to another
And because of this mutual affection
We have roof on our head.

An empty corner is a place
Where it is easy for spider to make a web
And a web is a reminder
We exist because we all are connected

Corners are asylum of our wounded hope
They say: let there be empty corners in our heart too
Because Love: The unknown guest,
Needs little space to grow,
Before it conquers whole world.