Dance swaying candle
Lo, enchanting flames
Dive into unblinking gaze
And erase my pain
Blow ever with me
You the eastern wind
Entwine with soul and body
Die and live again
The stars that shine above me
With abiding glow
Though we be so far apart
They too must flicker so

fingers trace
the raised skin on my scarred wrist.
they stop at the sign of my pulse.
i’m going to finish what i’ve started.
i won’t **** it up, i've come so close.
everything is numb.
i hardly felt it this time.
is this what it's like?
to have no future...
time goes on regardless.
think of it,
everything that i am
will only be a memory someday.

...good...

Vagabond heart;
Destined to roam.
Cursed and forsaken.
Forever alone.

Strong girl.
Nothing can tear her down.
Real life wonder woman.
Give the queen her crown.
When all have lost their morale,
She rises to the occasion.
There's nobody can quell
This doyenne’s veneration.

Step out on the deck with me
On an autumn’s morn
Feel the wind blow through your hair
The ground, with leaves, adorned
A cold breeze nips at your skin and the
Smell of log fires being burned elsewhere
Let’s take a walk, me and you
Let’s linger in the fresh air

I was proven wrong
I will adjust myself to
Understand my faults

still deep black waters
hiding mysteries below
lilies bloom on top

Loving someone unattainable
Is of the hardest weights to bear.
Pour your all into a life that soon could disappear
Away from you and gone in a flash.
Leaving you empty n’re a half glass.

If they stay in your life that’s almost worse.
Can’t look in their eyes, lest chancing an outburst
Of confessions and sonnets proclaiming your adoration.
Never to be reciprocated. Dissolve into isolation.

Loving someone unattainable
Is a hard thing to get over.
It hurts, it hurts.
And will get worse if you let it takeover.

Like a fever it must live out its life.
It will go, but not without a fight.
Clawing into your heart like a knife.

But all is fair in love, in love.
But all is fair in love.

Welcome the night of drunken cries.
Welcome the bittersweet good-byes.
Now's come the time to dry your eyes.

You know you must move on.

One word spoken
Like a slap in the face
Intentions exposed
I'm not welcome here.

I am not my feelings
And my feelings are not me
They are just the tools of nature
To influence productivity
I need not get caught up in them
I will heed what they have to say
Then continue on again
And get back to my day

Do you see me?
Or is your ego so massive
That it constructs your vision.
Do you know that I'm even here?

Summer rains fall down
Hasty feet splash; drawn shutters
The people run dry.

Spoken words bring life
Go forth your separate ways
You are your own poem

They wont come out and say it
But I can read between the lines
The subtle hints are there
They don't want Him in their lives
He should just go away
But He is Me
So maybe...
I'll go.

Why are you so tense my boy?
I can tell by the way you point your nose
Perhaps it brings you a sense of joy
To bark at every leaf that blows
Look at the way that tail does wag.
Seeing you romp, play, and go
How you make my heart so glad
I love you boy; such a good doggo.

My bird's nest
full of little comforts
twigs and sticks
to some miscellaneous
a scavenger's eye sees value

Online persona
social media full
a scavenger
filling my dash
with little comforts

It was only once i embraced the devil in me
that i realized he was never even there

My mind is numb
I sit and think.
The thoughts don't come;
A blank page with no ink.
Do I feel?
It's hard to say.
I don't know what it is today.
Beyond the edge of perception,
Dark clouds foam
Come to join the depression reception?
I wish I could go home.

The long grass sways over
As the wind blows into it
Ripples of green flow

I was lying in bed
The covers ****** me in.
Into a deep black void
Where time's an illusion
There was nothing there
No sounds or visions to be seen
Existence is false,
There is no I or even me.

My father is haunted
he sits around an empty table
to visions of what never was
his children are dead and ghosts
but in his mind they are there

the sun is hot
it's heaviness compresses
so that i become tired
i want to be still
but the ground burns

I'm a fake human
It's true because they say so
I'm not even real

i am nothing
lighter than air
slave to the breeze
null that i offer
null that i can
i am nothing
nothing can suffer
nothing i am

You work so hard, and for what?
Sell your soul for a chance to play at life’s little game.
To take a part you’ve already lost.

You work so hard for a chance to live.
But your life is the price you pay.
You give it all chasing phantom carrots.

Stuck on an endless cycle.
Trying to resurrect in the act of killing
The very thing you had to begin with.
The only thing you’ve ever wanted.

In the end it’s wasted effort.
Can’t win no matter what.
In order to live you must die.
And thus the game is played.
As if you were given a choice...

It felt like a dream.
The event unfolding,
In which you said hello.
An unexpected gift,
You gave to me;
A reason to smile.

it scratches–
just like the branches
of our faux christmas tree
that i stand by ***** for the photo
i don't smile
i don't want to
i hate wearing this dress

absorb my grayness
smear me across your canvas
let it cut through the colors
a contrast sharp and clear

Reflections in a puddle
distorted curiosity
there's more truth
to these ripples
than my mirror

I walk in the snow as chilled wind blows
My boots tied tight, socks warming my toes.
Pale moonlight reflected off the crystal white
Giving a mystical glow to even the darkest of nights.
Up the yard, I walked, and through the garden fence.
Towards the greenhouse lead by my muscle sense
Following the tracks I had left from the night before
A hut of a greenhouse, I stop just briefly outside the door
The sky is clear and the moon so bright
I wave to the lunar man as I do each midnight  
He waves back and blows me a kiss, such bliss is this
But it’s too cold to stay, once inside I can relax and reminisce this day

Beneath the surface looms an itch
So my skin I begin to stitch
Ribbon gleaming red
My blood becomes the thread
Veins run the looping bow
pretty, but not for show

The irony
I find
Is that my skin is thick

I needed more
She was not enough for me
I consumed all that she had
But hunger is a ravenous beast
She once was my everything
I loved her more than life itself
Together we felt we could do anything
But I left her to benefit myself
I couldn't let her see this side of me
Depressed, broken and unsatisfied
I took all her happiness when I left
I regret now all the ways I lied.

So much energy
declines belonging
trapped inside this
bundle of live wires
tangle
bleeding
like the pulse of streetlights
in the glow of my window
driving down the highway
a feeling I look to outrun

A cacophony of colors splashed in the sky
Blue, pink, orange, yellow and red.
A new painting every day
Never the same, ever just as beautiful.

A red bicycle
passes by as the sun sets
my mind goes with it

Who is? But I am.
The words repeat in my head
Roaring like a lion,
In a chamber left for dead.
The sound reverberates off the wall
On, and on the empty thrall,
Goes out like the bells that call
The cursed to their stead.
I must go and meet this end.
I must stop this play pretend.
And so, good-bye my only friend,
Until we meet again.

Seek understanding.
Despise the actions instead.
Hate not the people.

Who is he?
the chameleon boy
hiding in the crowed.
Look, look closely-
can you see his outline?
Who is he- who am I.