When it's dark in the city,
I like to take off my glasses so that everything blurs together
And I can't tell where the lines start and end.

It's like the world becomes a painting,
One with globs of oil coming off the canvas
And you can make it look like anything you want it to be. 


And if I twist my neck around, 
I can see everything that I can imagine.
Like one where someone is in love with me and if I don't want blood under my tongue, 
There doesn't have to be.

One where I can walk surely and I don't have to take off my glasses to feel safe.


I can touch the halos around the street lamps with my fingertips because of the peaks of paint and I can sleep at night because of the dark sky. 
Sometimes you are there and sometimes I am alone and the same painting can mean a million things.

A million beautiful things if I let it.

I wrote a beautiful song
With a sweet soft melody
Said that it was my life
But the truth is it was just me
Tapping out a heartbeat
Praying loved ones
Wouldn’t leave me
While I was busy
Already leaving

This poetry gave me wings
So I flew like Icarus
Wanted to touch the sun
And feel her burning lips
Got just close enough
To know that still love exists
Before she melted me

I love to write
But now my computer screen
Is going in and out
It keeps on flickering
And my inner voices
Are all bickering
Hope is triggering
My fear of dying

I got one foot in Olympus
And the other in the river Styx
Praying for some old prose glory
Hoping my poetic story
Will still exist
When the rest of me
Is whited out permanently

Sleepy days of rain wet grass
soaked and heavy laden
all in a stillness waiting
standing tall looking for the Sun
to come over the horizon
now all bellies are full of drink
seeds swelling grass wombs
even the sea holds her breath
a silver flat walkway for fish.

i thought i got what i wanted
why do i feel like a ghost?
yet im haunted
there's no place for my soul to rest
there's no place for my heart to beat
i feel im doing my very best
yet im failing, i suffer defeat.
i though i got what i wanted
turns out i lost the little i had
never gained happines i was after
now i fight with myself in my head.  
and no cigarette will make it easy
and no wine will release me from pain
now im on the road too hard to travel
where i am i dont want to remain.
where im from there's no more room for my dreams
no more space for my ego, my thoughts
where do i go, what door do i knock on
where they'll take my pure love and my faults.