feathered dreams float into our closed fists somehow,
and while we’re wondering why,
they poke holes into our palms and crawl
into our bloodstream.

You smile
A sweet smile
Your eyes glisten
Like the stars above
You're the rain
To the soil in spring
You're the sun
To my world in summer
You're the color
To my leaves in fall
You're the warmth
To the cold in winter
Every season
All year round
You are my world
You just don't know
How important to me
You are

Tar

Remorse is a fundamental *****
you just don't seem to possess,
and so your mistakes are repeated
over and over and over
and it never matters to you
because they're just another
bad habit you can't be
bothered to break,
and I couldn't stay with you
because staying with you
to feel happy,
was like smoking to let
my lungs breathe.

I hope you feel my absence
as a mighty wallop of pain
all over your chest,
and I hope your lungs
will be coated in regret,

Our friendship was a cigarette;
alluring, seemingly okay,
addictive;
our friendship was another
bad habit I inevitably fell into,
but maybe I'm thinking
of the wrong bad habit.
Friendship is not a bad habit,
the bad habit was
you.*

Excuse me if I quit.

Life is such a scary thing
Oh, to simply think...
I was happy once

A braced smile
And clumped mascara
With positivity and self confidence
I was happy then

I loved myself
And I was determined in all I did
Refusing to let anyone down
I was happy then

A fake smile
With no makeup and no self-esteem
Seeing no point in trying to hide my ugly face
I wish I was happy again

I hate myself
And I can't do anything right
All I do is let people down
I wish I was happy again

Death is not such a scary thing
But then I met him...
I think I might be happy now

I want to do something,
not for you,
something for me,
something gleaming with everlasting renown.

Throughout this fraction of life,
I have grazed this objective
like a lover's fingers
tracing the profound edge's
of the starving artist's spine;
I have tasted that moment of completion
but only in the smallest dose,
like that last drop
that collects around the bottle's rim.

I cannot say this life has been mediocre,
but I yearn for the exceptional.
I'm tired of seeing lesser fools
idolized by fools more talented than them.
I'm tired of the chorus,
let me write a new verse.

And though the greatest agony I bear
is that I may never reach that fabled nirvana,
I hold close the dreams
that make believers out of fools like me.

I am in love with an invisible string
as it moves around in motive motions
swinging my heart to extreme lengths
singing a song in definitive heights
tounging it's mouth in unknown breadths

I am in love with something peculiar
it moves in people and street pendulums
in cities it drives a longing restless soul
it's inside the trees and soaked in barks
It's paradise taste is an eternity paste

I am in love in a dream that will settle
as we chase to the end of broken seas
where we wrestle, crest in chutes we rest
as we make love soul to soul, word on word
on the cross of pens and canvassed fends