Hyperventilation
Depleting frustration
Suffocation
A painful sensation
Desperation
Without moderation
Devastation
Eternal damnation
Deprivation
Emotional mutilation
Derealization
Fear escalation
Depersonalization
Self extermination

And with the first showers
Comes the kind of sadness
Which only half loved lovers
Can feel.

filling up the void with cold skin
where a mind full of words sing
out of tune and out of luck
the summer this year is shorter
and memories just keep haunting
the ghost of nothing in particular
pimples rise like high mountains
in a cold shower of stagnant water

I have found myself on the island
of misfit toys, broken dreams, and lost things.
Not so much as found myself,
but more like I jumped overboard
a sinking ship and reluctantly drifted
to the only place I seemed to fit.
Things are pretty grim here.
The wind whistles with despair and
missed opportunities.
The sun shines very rarely and, when it does,
it's too bright for our fragile eyes
because we're just too used to the darkness.
The shores are quiet lovely though.
They're the divider between our world and the real one.
We can sit and warily observe others living
without having to actually partake.
These times are tinged bittersweet however,
because as much as we would like to deny,
we are envious of how those people move about the world
as if it isn't a place to be feared.
It's not all bad here,
no matter how we might complain.
We make the island what it is.
In return, it lets us simply be.

Do you know what you did to the little girl in my heart?

With my cold hands,
I wash the sepulcher,
As the flaxen widow
Crudely set aside her
Floral wares.

In all black, she saunters
Along. There’s a tiny bell
That snickers in her petticoats,
As well as a pocket watch,
Unfamiliar with the folds
Of a silk handkerchief.

The stones were oddly
Quiet that day, but I do recall
An uneasy sermon…
The Earth wailed to me
In the rain, and I became
Inebriated by petrichor, and a
Light sneeze…

Her bony hands fingered
The bell in her petticoats,
And the pocket watch fell
To her feet.
In silence, she knelt
To retrieve her late husband’s
True love; how he loathed
To waste his waking hours!

as i kiss your magical lips
wondering what else could they do.
as i feel your smooth hands all over my body...
on my hips.
i wonder what else could they do.
as you gave me your heart..
loving and all.
i wondered how much could it love.
one day you came home.
you came over and kissed me roughly.
you said you wanted me..
more than ever..
you said you wanted to show me the love you could give me.
i let your hands wander more to the peaks of my body and to the depths of my soul.
you let your lips kiss me everywhere.
it was special.
you said that i was perfect.
you told me i was beautiful.
then you show'd me what your heart was capapable of loving me.
with every ******
i grew to love you more.
we lay there in each others sweat and love.
the sheets spread everywhere.
i sat up and told you
i loved you.
you smiled and said
"lets take a shower"

Even when I’m not with you
Even when I’m black n blue

Even when it rains for days
Even when your warmth won’t stay

I love life