On fire, skipping across the lake,
awaiting a painting that finally takes,
the moments into bliss,
the reading away from the fakes,
who dares, who calls my name,
who can tell me everything isn't the same,

all the words, coming like herds,
answering nothing, despite everything,
I heard, I break, I snake through the grounds
begging for the moments,
begging the torments, nag another day, let me escape,
I'm just a man, I yell, I scream, I bleed.

cuz I got you in my pocket and I'm not gonna say,
that if I put you in a locket my heart wont stay,

so give me that shine, take the day away,
cuz baby all i do is pray,

oh my darlin, I swear that I'd never say,
go ahead and stay away, cuz I'll give you my heart,
and you can lock it away, just don't make me pray.

It's a feeling,
that ends underneath the eyes,
and I couldn't tell you its beginning,
but ultimately it's called crying

kind of like skin that's torn,
maybe what you imagine,
if you picture a wooden shack,
pillaged, strewn about,
now make it beloved,
it's grandma's, or love
however you shape it

the teardrops seem to have only one way,
but don't dismiss them
they are varied

some come buried,
others help you drown,
some accompanied by a sound,
some fill the town, and others follow
only a silent frown

but you can smile too, when those dastardly things
are coming down.

I promise I won't let go...
I know there's things at our throat,
and our backs don't have much further to go,

It looks like there's cliffs waiting for us,
I don't think things will be good for us again,
but if you told me infinity was at my back,
I'd press forward to the never coming end

It's kinda like drowning, or having emotions poured into your head,
kinda like hypno glasses spiraling in reverse,
releasing feelings into things we don't comprehend,
basically it hurts.

Alone because it behooves me, it suits me like clothes that's too old to throw away.

Music playing but it isn't mine, and I have no say over what it says.

Betrayal is in my midst and underneath all my lines.

But because I know, I cannot say they are all lies.

Love has seemed to be the most perilous of ending themes, in that it begins but never flees past the initial scenes.

I am not alone, but accompanied by my mind.

I hear music in my soul, everywhere it explodes,
it's like the air gains form, like a musical note,
vibrations where nothing is there.

And I stop to say, words, love,
unspeakable things, just feeling in a way,
that it stings while the mouth sings.

and I lose it in lust, and have this feeling,
like a desire, like a must,
intertwined in bees, and beautiful scenes.

Elevating the snails for the sake of making it,
unbeknownst, breaking it, taking it,
everywhere, like a curse.

The butterfly with knives for wings,
she stings far more than she sings,
and her colours are pronounced because she's chosen to never hide.

A yellow stem, birthing her blend to the sunshine,
lively and fiery, an embattlement of emotions and potions,
the soul of a bird who no longer gives way to commotions.

Behind her, are her eyes, because that presence never hides,
fading like before, are only the flowers and green vines,
moving perpetually forward, her fury is now kind.

Give them peace, write them lines,
float amongst the beasts, let death be an unthought of rind,

Let wings flutter, be in who the ever-working bees confide.

Let's feel the steam,
turn it up,
slide your fingers across the sheen,
bliss,
being traced by your fingertips,
drawing to a kiss.

See through,
and you're the painting,
the wall is blue, we're the pink and
subtle red.

Those locks call my digits their keys,
but they're drenched and so I just squeeze,
I felt the wall tremble, with every nibble,
from careful artwork, to fierce scribbles.

I am a master at work, in the palm of his muse,
the oils and stream, our dance, we fuse,

She is a mastress at work, in the storm of his mind,
thunder and lightning, an unbothered vine.

A fortunate fella, walks into a cellar,
and there hears a song, from a lowly bank teller.

She hands him the cash, he bestows her his soul,
unlike his spirit, the money wouldn't fold.

Eyes are made, unbeknownst to him,
the same as to all, like the blame that was hidden.

Let us just say, our boy was now smitten,
and her looking faint, somehow only he would fall.

The dance, like a horse ridden,
tame but unsolved.

The ball, everyone attended,
but only he seemed attentive.

Magic equipped them with calls,
lowlights befell neath the stars.

Highlighted pupils, of flames
and pasts absolved.

The story was just beginning,
but the end already solved.

Driving far, just for more time to listen,
out of gas, but no smile missing.

Fading fast, because three years pales to infinity,
a beautiful ocean gave way to commotion.

A corrupted affinity, a mirror that could bleed,
if it could tell the story, maybe he could breathe.

She spells like annotation,
never spills her invisible ink.

He holds all her knives,
along with her mittens.

One carelessly loves, the other
stops to think.

A heart made with questions,
a soul like a coat.

Betrothed and invested,
in the bank of her throat.

A person that is tested,
a tester who cannot know.

A safe, and a man that will trust it,
a teller that won't tell, and
an audience that already knows.

Let them read, past the wind,
have them say what we've written,
in their mind, in this time,
in the midst of us being


The night is fine
but you
are
divine, dripping rain of the goddess
of outside, of my life,
my wine.

Crestfallen, brokenhearted,
until
but you
became my line, my reason to get started,
my blood.

Consummate, assimilate,
become one, because you,
are
the star that rose up, at dawn,
my flower,
my vine.

Let them read, past the wind,
have them say what we've written,
in their mind, in this time,
in the midst of we drinking
of our goblet, divine,
throughout all time.

my armor of life

is purely of light

I could hold her, before she bestows

eternity with beauty, merely by flight,

I've cast eyes on a curse,

i'm trembling unrehearsed,

this might be the beginning of the worst

spare me, call the hearse, tell them I'm not answering,

he might have truly succumbed to the words.

The clock is ticking,
the realization is what hurts the most,
I can fly through the seconds,
glide past the minutes,
scratch through every waking moment,
and yet, it is looking at it that draws any blood,

My hands, I see you cracking,
under the pressure of merely existing,
all these words, coming from us millions bored,
consequences of living, both sublime and repugnant,
subliminal and explicit, corroding towards the same distance,

Snap, twang, click, slap,
exploding, all to the same foreboding,
shadows and dark notes,
singing down the same halls,
crying to loves of different names and different faces,
all for the same tears and tears.

Envelopes upon any place I befell.

Notes written for the sake of forsaking what I thought created but knew I'd never know.

Such are the stories of the taken, and those held by their own throats.

Whiles the heart styles itself like bacon, on a table where the heart has chosen to sow.

Empty chairs for miles, empty seats and seething seeds, making files on how to not to be.

All my loves, are stones that have landed where I have thrown, empty handed, giving only a fate to be bestowed.

howling, and it's all black outside, except, of course, the street lights,

a box to be untouched, because you can't hear or see what's in here,

I'll give everything to make you leave with nothing,

I am secondary to the love of my life,

we'll watch eclipses under romantic ellipses,

Welled up tears won't pour, and ambient noise won't be the score,

It'll be a silent painting, hung by ones that scream and

hung will it be in the finality of satisfied artistry

Bet and lose it all

I got one for you,
it is my tale,
the tail of a demon or dragon, I'd like to fancy,
probably something much more benign like a squirrel,
dare I say he's fierce and fancy,

Perhaps a monocle in the eye,
and style that grazes the periphery of glancing eyes,

Has a bold tree, with bold and brash leaves,
belonging in the heights of glory,
with a halo atop,
of course the rising sun's glowing, naturally,

Fun for the sake of it, life,
but a break of it,

Rifts waving from underneath your pits,
right there in the heart, have we all equipped,
the same care to stop and fidget, to play against
the rules of the play, without saying I quit.

I'm so worried about everyone else dying,
and yet I'm the one who's going.

The door is at my neck and I'm still talking,
saying prayers while I'm being layered
with everything worse than anything cancerous.

My heart seems to ask questions,
wondering whose chance this is.

Speaking of the golden rule like I'm not buried
in gym socks and thoughts of second chances.

Fancy myself some kind of mancer,
hoping I start myself going,
stop myself from slowing.

I dreamt of you and woke up to go hug my mother,
I'm tired now, and moments ago me feels like another.

Staying still but rocking back and forth,
it's like a sway and fear what it has to say.

Maybe I'm lost, or finding myself in my own lost ways.
I don't know, and neither do you, I suppose,
is the best we can say.

When the skin is pierced,
at that point,
your finger,
breaking past the ring,
like a midnight petal of drear,
to be called my dear.

To be called,
be near,
when everywhere you steer,
my dearest like a demon at my behest,
what about all the flowers,
are they not all a sum of hours.

Characters at loves command,
answering the sweetest beckoning,
now sullen and deafening,
at the rate of this infernal pounding,
a resounding no,
for the sake of your own rejection.

A mental machination,
the result of a twisted imagination,
is my last hope,
to deny that you are the bold face of fear,
the candle is the only thing alive here.

You're twisted
again
Likeminded to the she devil
you promised you'd never be

Said we'd sit in the sun and swing,
but you talk me into it alone,
with no around

you command,
you magnify, everything till it's blue,

my angel, angling to have me dangle,
Like a fish

A gorgeous vine, stood before a man,
but this is not a flower, he murmured,
overworked for many hours,

He cursed, seething his suffocating dower,
at this plant that dared mock the flowers,
to its place he should return it,

His hateful heart sought to burn it where it stood,
but he understood, to truly wound is to leave a mark,
so he gnarled his face and gathered his phlegm,

spat,
down upon this comely green being that wasn't his friend,
and watched himself drip past the superimposed grin,

and in this plant that wasn't bleeding, he was brought chagrin,
and kicked,
and kicked it's leaves over,
and over,
again,

To the midnight,
and dusk,
this song, to sing and fall over, eternally once again,
the callous man's rage, the empty man's grin,

To that, a farewell.

Some babies ain't made to make it,
sometimes you fake it till you break it,

but the sun shines and **** everything feels fine,
the wind blows and you'd might as well be living in a beautiful home,

food tastes so good, you have a family and aren't alone,
sounds so familiar you can pretend your dog isn't gone,

focusing so hard, studying, you might actually make it,
ready for the world, and no one is trying to take it,

smells like your favorite breakfast,
feels like christmas morning, beaming under a blanket,

I love you is awaiting you to enter a room,
favorite show coming on soon,

It's a beautiful morning, and all the babies make it,
It's a nice afternoon, grandma's gonna make it,

It's a nice sunset, you're no one's regret,
a gorgeous evening, nobody is leaving,

It's the night, and I'm dreaming.

Blessings to this shovel,
all praises to the sheen of a stolen thing,
having no place but the soul's face,
seated in my one seat,
minuscule in comparison,
to the finality of this grand thing,
the dirt and me,
begging for the killing,
a sunlight that's finally singin
a target worth stingin
how can the hum and buzz ultimately be
a hymn to a thing that couldn't be,
what tears are you talking about,
they are what make me,
and so I call out, and you shout back,
a dearest is what this must be.

I won't know until it's that way, that it will ultimately be,
some call these lines vapid, and ultimately that's what they'll be,

Smoke or vapor, hard drugs or paperwork, smiles or kisses,
lies or tales of false blisses, perhaps a wise story to gain a misses,

fingernails or the rope, both burn and can end hope,
one cries, the other won't even know,

ducks flying by, quack, quack, quack,
such a silly think can be such a needed crack,

***, drugs, and euphemisms,
The mister with a pen revealed a quack,

A trench coat full of waddly things,
administering precisely what it's like it seems,

care to mind only the seamstress, with thousand lake eyes,
and a beauty like you've never seen, pay only to her your mind.

Don't know what to feel, cuz you're lost in the fields,
and the roses don't want to talk no more,
You're my brother and I feel,  I hope your soul is outta steel,
because the weathers getting worse and the sweaters are a steal,
but the flowers don't want to talk anymore,
they just want you to kneel, take a breath, and make it last,
so the flowers cant ever talk anymore.

The lovers by the trees, skies blacker than not seeing,
and petals don't have any color anymore,
seem my mind for your sake, grab a hold and take,
what grip might slip, in the mind never shakes,
there's no colors to see, nor a mind to break,
the world isn't black no more.

In the clouds like a shield, in her eyes like a field,
and I stare but they don't blink anymore,
You're my lover and I feel, nothing like a colorless field,
I take your fingers, but they don't hold on, and you would never let go.

Push, bring in the light,
let ellipses fight

such a daring battle, to choose,
pleasure, or the night

the shield or the knight,
the steed or its might

whispering or shouting,
talking or jousting

grass or the darkness,
black air, or a full moonlight

passing you by, or drowning
in the midst of it.

Please don't look at me,
we're all mirrors, after all,

I'll be sad but still come when you call,
even pebbles with become my all,

Call it sadness, like I do,
when the only thing you see is you,
looking back at you, looking back at you,

Just like the melody of a fall,
with windows that make you merry,
and so they make you dreary,

You're uninvited, and not invited,
and lovingly unrequited,
smile as you try to hide it,

Just look away, if you wonder what I'm asking,
ultimately, in my world, that is all.

How to tell you,
this isn't the place for him anymore,
I love em too,

But I have to go cold, for you
to be free and
I don't want him to see it,

Strum your fingers on the way up,
you can accomplish great things,
and he's always right there if you need him,

pictures have us crying,
to let go of the last,
and I do, and keep him safe for you,

For you, are the whole thing,
For what a single tear to keep,
let it be joy and seep in all you two do,

Just don't forget, I know he's not strong enough for that
yet,
but who knows what you'll make em,
this is just where things begin!

Strum it up,
and up,
and all the way to the end.

I'm writing to you, the only way I know how to,
entirely bare, naked, in the entirety of my soul,
attempting to sing, where no words or touch may reach you,
to be like a moonlight that with its glance can kiss,
and cover, your eyes and lips, and make even your clothes
sensitive to bliss,

To call you darling, is to say you are dear,
but if between our eyes it's so early, if we have yet to even begin,
how can I paint you the future I surmise,
past it being a simple painting, one among the hundreds
other fingers have colored, I want to have your heart panting,
I want you to feel the dark breaking,

Make no mistake, this is not about saving,
you are not a weak thing but a powerful one,
you are not seen, rather, I devour you entirely,
every inch and ounce, all that you are,
even if it kills me,

I take us as mark, a marker with which to draw,
to a slow stuttering drawl, the hours full of stark
meaningless pain, that the beauty of life has sworn to seal,
away forever, with just playing,
smile, because love is a truth, and from life's kind eyes
it is vibrating.

You are the emanation of a knife finally tucked away,
to give you my life, would be holding back,
all that I will give, was never mine to give back.

The music from the soul,
once again taking it's toll,
until it comes to a boil,
and from the head it's stolen,

Pieced together for your sake,
truly for my own, to assure,
I don't break,
or stake my entire seeing on something fake,

Let me, fester and wound,
myself into a lake,
allow me the decency
of breathing while I say,

I am alive, you are too,
so let us love one another,
until we are blue,
and after too,
when our bones don't hurt to break,
when to burn our soul
no toll takes,
when our heads are given as a keepsake,
when you can use my arms as stakes,

I assure you, wounded and forlorn,
from a forgotten, unremarkable place
I love you.

The truest of all the colors seems to be the blues,
so shall I lie and refuse to speak of the sky,

Karma calling on behalf of Klarna,
chuckle because time can't go back, but it can smile,

Pay stubs from nineteen ninety-you-and-me,
money in the currency of the soul,

Percussion, playing concussion by
long drawl and forgotten words,

Tigers pretending to draw,
tigers, pretending to draw,

lasers pointed at the sky,
and no one is impressed and no one is coming,

A head bob with the life that is dying.
jam out. Fade out.

Something from the fire,
something just to know,
if I'm a liar, lord take my throat,

There's something just about her,
and how she chooses to know,
and how she holds a fire without letting it go,

Dresses made of sunlight and proses of rose,
feelings like a won fight and dances of our nose,
To live is to meet her, to die is to let go,

and when I think about her, I swear I truly know,
how love becomes a fire and not just thoughts we hold,
and I'm impervious to liars because with her is where I go.

not too much for the words,
some of us it hurts to have around,

let us be fair, and imagine ourselves treading the ground,
how desolate, would we be proud?

I suppose we've saved many flowers,
perhaps that will grant us a few more hours,

you can smile, if I can too,
did you also say your favorite color was blue?

take what we were given,
perhaps it's not undue,
maybe another time we were malicious,
and that vine has sprouted me and you,
let us take with pride our sad hue,

call me defeated, but I was never gonna be the winner,
I will always put all my points in you,

sincerely, sincere, and meant to be slain,
once again, by you.

I'm not a fan of the sun anymore,
you start to learn new ways,
to deepen the underscore,
and the tone goes away,
every time you score,

it doesn't seem so bad anymore,
lying on the floor,
or staying in some sunny field,
where sunlight is all you feel,
and wanting to leave,
but staying in the field,

I can't see so bad anymore,
even the darkness seems to soar,
now, I'm finally knocking on that scary door,
with a little window,
with nothing to see,

The phone doesn't ring anymore,
it's lying on the floor,
in a field,
boiling from sunlight,
through a window,
where darkness is sunlight,
where I soar, trapped in the starlight.

Getting close is the best I've done,
and even then, it was still a distant run,

through the showers and floor being undone,
in the midst of shadows and a mist that spoke of fun,

they all say there's nothing there,
nothing to hold on to,
for that I am sorry,
but my apology is about being me,

the mean of hope and a fate disagreeing,
with instruments strumming,
for a thing unclear to be,
what's staring back at both of us,
I'll just smile,

for what is left, just further into this mess,
the same to drink,
and a wish from the same genie,

hoping for more coping,
not believing in the dystopian,
while living it in a chorus of chords now broken,

making music out of the screech,
twiddling fingers as if I'm playing,
but I'm laying dead on the stage,

and, at this point, it's worth it,
even underneath not a single petal,
to be seen.

What to say in darkness,
hearing her spilling,
revering a thing she fears she is stealing,
can't believe in herself,
can't be too revealing,
seeking hurt as a replacement for dealing,
anything but the monotony
of the knife,
commonplace disasters not worth telling,
Outside in the sun selling,
the tolls of the soul,
to minutes that bleed into hours
licking the envelope shut has become sour,
and the light,
is reminiscent of a damning scent,
of pain, that sang, now eternally convalescent,
Rested among the years,
immaterial as the fears,
knocking at my doorstep, ripping the floorboards that make my bed,

Ask me the color of my thoughts, I'll say red,
find me there beside the seamstress,
watching her spin her dread,
gazing as she weaves herself dead,
preaching to  the fire in my head,
apologies being on what this beast is fed,

The soul could not be,
if it's entirely bled,
the soul cannot be if it is entirely bled,
wise words of the fallen,
are not here,
but with the fallen,
and so this song is only dread.

There's a light I cannot see, outside,
hanging above the building I call home,
Where I am disposed, deposed of dream,

I am sullen, and consider not eating,
I don't think I am here, when you are not,
I feel I am there, eternally trapped,

It's like my thoughts want me to stop breathing,
because they're so heavy,
and I wonder,
if my heart,
stopped beating,

and you called and called and called,
and wondered and sought,
and fought the feeling,
that I left,
not bleeding,
but in a car with no heart,
but the one in your chest beating,

Hope that I'm in the place of our meeting,
that he's there too, and comes first when you call,
that there's a beautiful field and whatever you are dreaming,
I hope, and maybe you do too.

Fell apart,
I'm the start,
call me stark,
in the dark,
but don't stop kissing,

it's my heart,
and my mouth,
and my eyes,
and yours too,
they are, and we,

build a fort,
draw a stick
that is short,
make it past,
what couldn't last,

but then you pressed abort.

You bear a mask of pain,
placed by a smiling face,

have given your arm to he
who proposed no harm,

and signed your back
with the name of that being,

who,

now seeing through your new
eyes,

finally realize,
bears that dagger not for protection,
but for *******
of your soul,

perpetration of it's defenestration,
you are nothing but his,
but is, but its,
but id,
a bottle of wildfire without it's cap,
that he puts his lips to and slams back,

There is no saving, there is no turning back,
you are his signature,
you are his cat.

In the dark,
Smoke pushed to it's farthest extent,
the limit of last resistance,

Coalesce to a final convalesce,
gather just to break again,

The footsteps no longer sound like friends,
the stairway seems like the backdrop to pain,

With no one around, and just the sad music of the brain,
perhaps a strange entity would figure you were praying,

A love letter to disengaging,
an answer to eternal berating.

In the dark, like a presence that is waiting,
as if presents were there hiding,
a warning letter to what you are finding,
hurtful songs beautiful as piano keys.

Precise as wanting. imprecise as finding,
pleasure in the clouds, and just waving,
to be found, and have been waiting,

In the dark, you found a way to the write the ending.

Tired of believing in me,
it's  a new level to the dark,

I'll fall down the stairs if somehow it helps you,

Walk past my bones and do not even suffer
to look at me for even a second,

I will be the frown,
if it'll make you smile for miles,

Step on my grave if it'll take you to heaven,
I'm not cryin,

Step on my soul,
I'm not feelin,

I think I'm a man now, and a bad one too,
trying to think of the cards I'm dealing,
but I'm afraid I'm not thinkin anymore,

I think I don't have hands now,
or eyes,
but I know I'm here,

In this big room, in a much smaller room,
in a much smaller tomb,
in pursuit of an everlasting soon,

I don't want to say,
or see, or be
a thing,

but I do want to help you,
see how the sun feels,

Be like the distance you see,
when it feels like life says,
here's to you.

A glistening droplet, a jewel like shape, belonging
to the queen of the cosmos overarching every universe,
listening, intently, even along joy and hurt,

her only delicate dance, supernally bloomed,
entirely unrehearsed, shedding tears during the worst,
filigree, and the ultimate chorus.

Starlike, starry-eyed, music,
fantastic, impetus, a muse to me,
used to be, music to me,

Stellar, almost completed,
for our sakes,
a comet by the lake,

oh...midnight,
you've always won the fight,
....such a beautiful sight.

The most beautiful, here to eat my head,
the sweetest, to **** me from the inside,
eyes, lips, interstices, prompting my demise

Such sultry animates, constricting and twisting,
into revolting figureheads, sore splinters in the scenic
graveyard of serene, lush, hesitation

dying fruits of thriving vegetation,
feasting on me,
preying on me,
hands clasped, fingers crossed,
sweat within my palms,

What lies were told in our daily psalms,
we've been guided into their claws with promises of alms,
begging to kiss the predator's lips with such comely balms,

Curses couldn't make me shudder more,
than this being the truth,

I am a mouse, and beauty a betraying bruise.