Beautiful woman snaking downtown Sixth St.
You the one with the carwash hem
With slit cuts up to the "yikes" territory
Revealing a body
As if soliciting ideas
That everything is waiting for you

They cried when I was a child
Their eyes would burn with resentment  
i was exquisite

They laughed when I was a teenager
Their stomachs overflowing with glee
i was grotesque

So I tried to be...
Smart
Stupid
Funny
Outgoing
Shy

Then I....
Lied
Starved
Cheated
Bullied
Betrayed
Hurt

Daughter, don't you see? The world will always hate you; you are competition.
Why?
I didn't want to compete
Didn't want to win the race
Didn't want a gold medal
Didn't want to be first

You are competition because you are alive.
You have fire in your eyes
Flowers in your hair
Sun in the darkest of your eyes

I was a brilliant fish swimming in the ocean, against the tide.
Why?
Because only dead fish follow the current

its easy to stand back and wonder
when all is solid material working
- making of a wooden chair-
cutting the grass-
having a baby.
A poets lot is not so straightforward
not so obvious not so anything.

A quiet park inside the urban sprawl,
it held a wooden walk where lovers stroll
and old men totter by as mothers call
their children closer, reaching hands to hold.
Sick of heart, sick in his heart, he walks;
a man not old, not young, not in his prime.
Inclines his head in passing, will not talk;
each step a war on body's soft decline.
What used to take ten minutes takes an hour.
The humid heat hangs heavy in his chest.
A bench invites beneath an oaken bower;
perhaps a moment's respite would be best.
His aching legs won't do as they are bid,
so he sat down to rest, and rest he did.

My hand has never felt this heavy.
I can barely hold the pen up.
Even as I write this, i don't know where it will end up.
But I fear it won't be good enough.
No matter what I write down.
Nothing could rightly express these thoughts, feelings, and my heart sounds,
Sad and broken, daily hurting,
Haunted nightly by these demons.
I've wasted countless hours with hypothetical ******* reasons,
And nothing seems to make sense.
And nothing seems to matter.
Nothing seems to get better,
No 'happy ever afters'.
Life is much more cruel.
The pain's almost too much.
If a heart gets broken, time will heal it,
There's no safe crutch.

No words could truly ever express,
or pay respects
but I swear I'll always try my best
To keep you in my memories.
Which is ironic, since you died in an infiniti.
I'll keep you in my heart and soul and hope this brings tranquility.

Whenever you feel all alone and unwanted
Emotions are running, they leave you more daunted
Just let me come closer and make you feel better
Who knows who you want to be when we’re together

Who knows what tomorrow might deem us deserving
You might not endure this whole self (not) preserving
I won’t let tomorrow keep wasting your fine art
While I know there’s something that’s wrong with your glass heart

The heart moves in rhythms you can’t comprehend; yet
Your eyes let me know it’s not up for discernment
Just let me make sense of the mess in your head and
We’ll thrive in our solitude; blissful and golden

Let’s leave before sunrise comes prancing on over
Before you might change your firm will to recover
Come let us be gone before twilight’s proceedings
It’s quite hard to see what a fear you've been fleeing

Your cats don't care if you're crying into their fur
Because tears dry faster than bathwater
Your dogs wouldn't give a crap if you had cuts or burns on your wrists
Because you can still use those hands to play tug of war

Your cats will still walk all over you
And your dogs will still trip you from beneath

Because you are their master, their owner
You take care of them out of the goodness of your heart

I think it to be absurd if your turtle ignores you
Just for the color of your skin
So why should a human do it?

*Did you all forget that we, ourselves, are animals?

A dime on the floor is dirtier
than a penny on the table
Another race that's only run
By who is young and
Who is able, and
It's hard to differentiate
Who is *******
in a stable
As all our backs are sore
And our losing legs are shameful, but

Let it not discourage thee, thou, or
You
There's a faster racer running
Passing, beating without shoes
There is no flag attached
No podium or pew
Just some blood
Some wood and ash
Running through and through

There is a sun
And it rises
And further,
The world still spins

We run around it for
Gold and prizes
But our own strength
will never win
it.

amidst who you are
and who you could be
amidst how it is
and how it should be...

there is a pursuit
and some stories to tell
of shaking hopes
and spaces where you fell...

there isn't a place
where you'd escape and hide
everything pressing against
and the walls on all your side...

you are bleak
cold bruised and sore
but you have to try
try lift yourself up off the floor...

and forget all those
what you feel, what you say
stand up straight to face
it never happened yesterday...

My love for you is number divided by zero its undefine                                        
It is not the squareroot of negative  not an imagenary                                            
It has an absolute value its always positive                                                      
The domain of my love is equal to nothing but greater than to positive infinity                                                         ­                                                                 ­
I want to solve the range between you and me I dont have a function but a relation with you  oh yeah  :)