I told you that you kissed like you were in a hurry.
and that sounds bad
because everything's always in a hurry,
especially trains and people and heartbeats
especially the eventual wane of affection
and we both know that heaven forbid
our kisses should have an expiration date
when that inevitable phase chisels down
and god forbid
our kisses should be the cause

but that's not what I meant.
I meant
you kiss like you mean it
and I've never been kissed with meaning.
you kiss like the world is on your lips
you kiss like that excited feeling that you get
when one is on a train and hurtling towards a destination and the train could never go fast enough.
you kiss with your hands and your eyes and your voice like silver
you kiss like nothing could stop you,
as if your personality could kick down doors.

you know what, **** it.
I'm not going to pretend like I'm an articulate person.
all I know is that I've been floating around all day,
kissing people's cheeks
and grinning to myself
and feeling my heart flutter
because I get to see you all over again
and kiss you
and I've never been this unapologetically, unashamedly happy in my life.
and everybody can see it written all over my ******* face,
but I don't give eight cares about them.

The old guys
wrote about
the great outdoors
and the beauty of nature,
but, you know,
nature may become
completely inhospitable
sooner than we think,
so I suggest
that we should start
thinking about
the great indoors,
and the beauty of artificiality,
because artificial things
are none other
than nature, transformed,
so maybe
we should go
on adventures
in our own houses
like a modern Thoreau,
who finds the transcendent
in a cup of coffee
or a telephone.

During the cold,
your jokes made me warm
even when my world folds
and it's the worst storm
you are there
making me smile
with the slightest glare
within our mile.

Where you're near,
I'll make sure
I have no fear
Just love to the core.

In my dreams
I see us,
You and I,
Nothing but trust.
Everything feels so real,
but none happen when i wake
and my heart you steal.

When will our love happen?
Then my heart will suffer kidnapping.

She's the one that's is seen as time,
the old question we as men ask ourselves,
what do i have to do to make her mine.
We grow up and see the many joys of the world, but as we in turn grasp the thought of joys we truly seek that girl,
the glimpse of beauty I seem to see,
is what we as young boys want to flee,
and maybe it's right that we fear the fate,
that love implants it's first tastes on our firsts dates.
but maybe sometimes we should just run away to ditch,
but ****** she's so innocent she can't type the word b**.

There is one in every corner of this building.
I just want to be alone.
Go find another one.
Dumb *******.

There's lighting in your eyes,
But no one sees it because they're closed.
You were drinking last night,
And I can smell it on your clothes.
You remind me of someone else I knew,
Who was stupid just like you.
I hope you don't die,
Before you decide to pull through.

How do people know
     when to smile at the snow
What do people think
     while their drowning in the drink
Why do people lie
     as they look up towards the sky
When do people act
    as they know no other fact
Where do people laugh
     to forget about their past
Who do people see
     as they look above the sea

You think poetry's all sunshine and lollipops

Greeting card verses in fine hand by polyglots

You think it's all moon and june and song of the loon

And raining on plains in Spain and

Refrains in melodic whispers

waxing rhapsodic with Grecian goddess sisters

but it RANTS

and it RAILS

and it WAILS

flailing fists to punch out the night sky

leaving stars like scars as the clouds cry

weeping for anger steeping like

an overbrewed tea of loathing

while your clothing is rent in mourning

anger adorning you as

thoughts collude in a stew of

bitter brine of attempts and flops that's

not all sunshine and lollipops