Forgive me.
The world is busy,
stormed with shards of uncertainty
that razor at the ropes of sanity,
till only frays remain, stumped at my thumb,
light in my grip.
Its times like these that I sink;
Kind faces become blurry blobs of expectation,
Waiting hands are impatient in their skin,
Opening and closing with the clasping closeness that feels choking.
I am smothered by the too much
and bury my head beneath the deluge.
The quagmire blots my ears,
Muffles the movements
All the sounds of all the somethings
going about the day.
In the ignorance I remain saved,
Every thought just about intelligible
Every feeling a negligible waver on this frequency.
Forgive me, hold me accountable for the hurt that I cause.
But the world is busy
And all I crave is quiet.

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

The conversation lasted into the
long tooth hours of the night.
She read her textbooks and then heard a mouse with its tail barely caught in a glue trap. It squealed as if it were dying. In my heart I believed it was savable. In the agony I imagined him dreaming of fields and insects and seeds.
She had these cold gray eyes.
In one quick movement, she took off
one of her clodhoppers and smashed its brains out. She cleaned her shoe with a tissue, she said, I neither hate the mouse nor love it, it's just a thing.  At that moment I was pretty sure she was psychotic.
We're both drunk, I kept watching her *** in that tight  black dress.
She said in a very automated voice, I suppose you want to **** me now and then slithered out of the dress.
***** is *****
But I couldn't do it. I told her to put her clothes back on and not **** anything on the way out.

lord
where
is
thy faith and thy spirit
that
we know
to
give us sustenance
while
you supply
living water
through
the veins of
the
crystal blue rose

Some poems seem to write
themselves;
I just move the pen.
Others, are like lumps
of clay;
they refuse to be molded;
they need moisture and time.
This one is like
a robin that just learned
to use its wings.
It heads west, on a
gentle breeze, into
a tangerine sky.

A little flower in a garden
waiting for her great lover
knows she is too little
for him to notice her.

Whatever snow or rain,
long darkest nights,
stretching towards the sky,
wishing on the stars.
She'll show her smile
to say "Hi" to his light.
The sun shines so bright,
never thinks " She is mine".
But the flower never lies
when she'll wait for him
till she dies.

I can’t count
How many times I felt down
I don’t know
Where I’ supposed to go.

But friend, you told me
“ Don’t worry. I’m here “
You hugged me tightly
The darkness disappeared.

I keep in mind
Every time we smile
I can see thousand stars
Shining in your eyes.

Someday we get older
Look back and remember
All the times we’ re together
Sharing our secrets.

I used to wonder
“ How is my future?”
I didn’t know
Why people were cold.

It’s hard to believe
“ Here exist dreams “
But what you taught me:
“ Every life means something “

I can’t find anyone
For me to rely on
You are all I want
Please, don’t leave me alone.

Your sun rises in the morning
to make my daylight
and I look for the evening
'cause your moon draws my night!

I got your smell through the wind
on a summer afternoon
I found you for the first time
at the blue lagoon.

I always follow your shadow,
is it alright?
Maybe I am falling for you;
My wish, you will never mind!

You are sitting alongside me,
but no one can see;
You are the light to guide me
and you're my love at first sight!

Baby, don't worry
about my sore
Not to worry, darling
Just love me some more!

You no need to fix my broken heart
Just try to feel my pain in your heart
Oh, baby, I'm coming to you
Please, don't close your door!

I'm not asking for the moon
I'm not looking for the rain
Darling, just look at my eyes
and make me smile again!

Stop walking away from me
and listen to me, oh babe!
Lemme see your face one more last time
if you don't love me anymore!