My heart's lovestruck
Stuck with the stuff she's put me through
And asked to make do
With the falling crumbs of a broken relationship,
Warm and sweet til cold and stale
Or it falls apart completely
And it's like it was never there in the first place.

The deep hum
Near the end of the
Shadowed hallway
Beckons.

Shall you follow
The note that leads you forward?

Where else to go
But the place that
Calls for you?

Comfort is heard
In the dark tone.

Your path awaits
an action.

Heart gashed from your rusted blade
Infection still spreads
The open wound does not heal

You called me a masterpiece,
A piece of art in coral reefs,
Me, swimming through this darkened sea
With eyes of blue and tears of green;
And when you saw the one you'd see,
You'd call him a masterpiece,
But I was never meant to be,
And you were such a masterpiece
To me.

Her pupils reflect the light which bolts upon her screen
To change direction and find the beauty on her face.
Her hair is the color of milk chocolate and shares the sweetness
With the cotton candy consistency it contains.
Her nose is a newly planted trunk blooming flowers of beauty
And with each bud comes a new light.
Her lips are two rocks exerting energy against each other
As if hesitant to speak.
As if she'd ever speak to me.
And as if I'd ever agree.
Because beauty and nervy were never meant to meet
Much more is that they were never meant to be.

If sleep became eternal tonight
I wish you'd come to know
You were the remedy
That I ran out of;
Farewell.

Eerie silence falls over the incognito smiles of broken hearts;
You shudder, aware of what the winter has brought.
Wind brings the news of death;
A single crow creates an encore.
The tomb brings the grins to tears
And cements all false positivity to bedrock.

Your soul floats among the crowd,
Your bread encaptured in stone,
Your face, smiling.

You've been freed.

Cracked skulls lie shattered upon intact glass
Battered yet still an unshadowed attempt at life holds true
Silica outlines shine like pearls they strived to be
They'll make their best efforts to thrive unlike me

I am the dead man on a cloud of see-through lies
All my previous lives, cracked skulls

It's time to try
It's not yet time to die

Again

Maybe your answer isn't clear
Cause you're not in the equation
Or the problem at hand
Puts your pencil into frustration
So your brain takes a break
And you go inside your mind
To try to divide the lies
That you think that you can hide
When in reality your time
Is slipping through your midline
It starts a rapid decline
Then tries to make a 'v' line
To bounce back to the high life
That you wish you'd have once met.
So next time don't forget
There's something you need to clear,
The thoughts that try to enter
Your broken heart's interior.

I blare my music
Wondering if guilt and sorrow ever drown.
To drone them out
I follow someone else's tragedy,
Hoping to distract my own
With glyphs through sound
And not with vision.
Mine's scarred.

The tide takes troubled tumbles
Through the times that tell timely tales
Of other old oceans
Or ordeals of older objects
Before bubbling brooks
Broke before broken beings.

Her silhouette flickers in the moonlit meadows
The draped dress drags behind her
Her cheeks wet with past mistakes' cries
Or maybe the moisture came from the weather

I remove my lioncloth from atop the fireplace
It was meant to dry over the night
But now, like my soul, it is burnt to a crisp
The fire burns like a liquid
As if my heart were being scalded and drowned.
I would plead for a day off
But hell is relentless, as people perceive it
There are no weekends and no time for a break.

For now, it is time to suffer
Until eventually I can escape.

I don't know what to say at this point, what to do, I'm so conflicted
Distant at this point my eyes and soul aren't very different
You don't get to critize me if you can't even let me in
Yet you talk about your future as if living's a sin
You're probably more organized than me so, explain as best you can
If you've got time to spare then I'll let you understand
I mean for someone I consider a friend who gives a ****
I'm willing to talk if you stop heeding each command

Can anyone truly be satisfied
Or only reach it when they die
Lay down and shut their eyes
And drift to hope to reach the sky

I wonder if I wish you knew I liked you...
But I'm too afraid that that would ***** us up
Or that you would get more distant
Or that I would just get drunk, on love,
And maybe we would wear pajamas
Or just our undergarments
As we'd talk on thoughtless topics
With two cups of coffee,
Both of them were black,
We'd be under sheets and covers
And the color we would lack
Would be like back inside the 50's
With our TV old and grey,
And as our slumber slept through summer
We could realize it's day
And as we woke together I might just be able to say
"I love you"...

You cried the night I left you.
It was not as if I tried to;
But maybe your eyes
Looked better in blue
Anyway.

And maybe my time
Would be better with you
Another day.

I'm sorry I couldn't stay.

Only when you're dead
You'll understand that you've been
Wounded all along

The wrath of the rain pelts his leather skin
Helmet on the barren seat left of him
Grabbing a breath from the local diner
While his worn partner suffers
Shut out in the cold; off.

The cold front reaches my finger tips
I pull tight the silver ****
I embark into the sun

Her heart was a clock.
Each second she was able to hear it she kept hoping to not run out of time.
Her toes shook as rattles each time she would pop the joints.
Her eyes closed like wings of a bat flapping to keep from falling.
And her lips smacked like the waves of an ocean hitting the coast.

Rhythm was her life.
Every minute was fifteen measures each as important as the last.

She was a masterpiece.

Does an empty heart deserve to be filled?
Should a broken heart become mended?

As empty as can be, mine's broke.
And I wonder if you'll be the one to fix it.

The absence of your second half stalls you,
Your gears screech to a halt
As you cry raindrops into your worn pillow
And await a day that they'll return.

They've left you for another life,
Perhaps it'll be warmer.

The sky is aligned
In an array of blues and pinks
Almost like the hue of cotton candy,
But perhaps a more somber tone
Than the sweet I would eat
Under the red and white cone
They called a circus tent.

You're just a sketch
Of one of the best things I ever have seen,
A glimpse from afar
Lined in pencil lead;
I just wonder what you would've said.

I want to feel the need
To let a teardrop roll down my cheek
With all the meaning in the world
Of the love I cannot speak

Kettle burns black,
The sun is still invisible
Though the night seem soon over,
Fridge left ajar,
Honey to the right,
But the bitter fight has not yet begun
For this cold war may never be won;
Hands keep frigid,
The clock is still unplugged
Though the time may be five,
Pen left clicked,
Paper right beside,
But the blank parchment has not yet diminished
And perhaps this poem will never be finishe

The thought I once hefted far above me fell to scatter on the floor,
But glue exists,
And I'm willing to mend it
As long as you're able to help.

Her sapphire eyes reflect the ocean to the moon.
She causes the tide to bring me to see her beauty.
And when I get there I sit and stare, prepared for what she'd tell me.
She bats an eye and starts to cry and holds me near her soul.
I follow her luring line and quiver in her hold.
She lets me go upon the ground and starts to walk away.
I know I'd never get that high with her another day.

I'm trapped in a realm
That only hell itself would spawn,
That of aching hearts and
Swelling scars and burning parts
Of me that I thought should never hurt;
But I've been pierced,
And it takes a while
For the harpoon to bring me in.

Looking for an antidote
To love and to heartache,
You would suffice.

You are as bright as a sunflower,
As cold as the night,
Sheathed in a haze of smoke
That spirals in front of
Your eyes of jade,
With beauty that compares to none.

If only there so happened to be
A way to rewrite the book
That I would never appear in.

I don't know how you came back in,
Whether you slithered through slits in my skin folds
Or slipped back on the ***** into the same hole
That once upon a time we used to call love,
But is now a void of null emotions,
An "impenetrable bubble" that only one person could ever pop;
But yet you managed to do so twice.

Shame on my optimistic past.

I depart into the downpour.
You cannot hear each step I trod,
Nor can you smell the petrichor
That resonates beneath my feet;
Feet that were seldom worn
Yet often used.

The drips of past memories
Rust before the ground holds them,
A grip to keep them still
To let them drown
In a puddle of past lives
Under a surface of false tides
Within a lake of rusted knives

Time is the enemy of many,
Scurrying to get to work
While flurries of the day still spurt
From worried smiles of anxious flirts
To elders' curry spiced with dirt,
In a blur the aching time still hurts
My fury that your heart is dead
Or maybe it's all inside my head.

Lovesick leads to love struck
And loving leads to great luck.

Let the rain trickle down my spine,
Frigid lines that breathe upon my back
And turn from frozen to sweat,
From dryland to wet,
In such a short matter of time.

I wish I could just
Fall back
Into something I never
Lived with
To begin with,
Stressless
And innocent;

But for now
I live my life
With eyes scarred
And heart tight,
Binded by a lie,
Blinded by your lies;

But I've never wanted to die,
Scratch that,
Never wanted to cry
So much
In the life I once felt,
Back when I fell
Into something I never lived with to begin with.

You were a facade,
A mask I never saw through
Because you never fit,
A mirage I depended on
For far too long,
Only to reach for the nothingness before me,
Thinking I'd found salvation,
When in the end,
All you ever were
Was a facade.

My life is stapled into an unending chain,
The whole strand of DNA, a virus.

I’ve learned to be reserved
Rather shy and somewhat quiet
Hide behind my eyelids
Confined inside my blind grid,
Died a couple times
Just keeping to my mind.

Then I’d yearned to improvise
Tried to re-divide the tide
To surf to other islands,
Mix the dough with extra spice
And then add a few more pints in,
Get high on sugar hives
Then try to find another type
Of replacement for addiction.

This life that I’ve been living
Isn’t fiction, it’s prescription
And I’ve been missing something different
Plan to switch up the script,
Spy in another way
And maybe somewhere and somehow
I’ll find true love someday.

The bitter melancholy
Stings the open wound on my lip,
Bit through the parched skin;
Words which I tartly exhale
Only find their way out
After catching;
Perhaps my mouth would be best
Kept closed.

I slowly begin to disappear as your memory fades, slowly.

I'm wasting my time
With waiting and painting these words
On a canvas that turns

You're parasitic,
So acidic
You burn through my tongue
And deflate my lungs,
But you're always there
And I always care
Even though you're nothing more than
Spare feelings I thought I needed.

The words that trickle through your gullet,
Just to pour out your mouth,
Either mean absolutely nothing or absolutely everything,
Whether regurgitated or not;
I just hope you find your balance again...

Soon.

I bet you didn't know
The scientist Amedeo Avogadro.
He was a guy that died in 1856
After he discovered the mole,
Not the creature down in a hole
But a number with a very important role
The base unit for substance
That all of the chemists should know
Six point oh two times ten to the twenty-third
The largest number I've ever heard
And if Skutches taught you one thing
It's the word
Mole

I can never wait for each day to end
Because I anticipate tomorrow's arrival
And to see her again;
Yet the time takes too long
To get there

If those who suicide are selfish,
Can't you also say that for the living?

Your possessions, extinct
Your presence, absent
My heart, shriveled
My life, wounded
Our time, finished
Our love, broken