My eyes feel of those who just wept,
But I've just only woken up.
I remove my covers and toss them back on the bed,
No bother in making them neat.
I head toward my door,
Ignoring the light switch,
And begin downstairs.
There I meet them,
Face to face,
Loneliness.

I'm no longer able to look in my eyes;
The shine is only apparent through my tears.

Then I look towards her and feel pity.
Every time I see her, I feel her,
And whenever she sees me, I try to hide
Retreating to my shell of a jacket;
She turns away.

My reflection fades as bricks slide by,
Enough bricks to lay the town.

And my eyes begin to wander again,
Persistent in finding a view;
Another glance in her direction and she's gone.
Removing her from the bus, we continue,
Traveling away from the only sight in town.

We've been spending time
Between lines of fine writing
Transcribed by two scribes,
Deciding to type instead of verbalizing.

We'd scrawl on scrolls
And scribble out whole paragraphs;
Laugh at our mistakes,
Providing comfort for each other's sake,
Never was a time we'd make the other person break,
Never was a rhyme to make the other person stay away,
Just a little get-together sort of play date
That I'd hope we'd get to keep for at least a few more days,
Cuz a life in her presence is the type I'd like to take.

There's a word I've stored within me
That's never to be spoken for any reason
And to speak it is forbidden
And the punishment is grave

Goodbye

Why be so depressed and stressed
Just because you're lovesick,
It's fixable with the risk
Of one more set of dead lips.

Sometimes the wind blows you away,

But it's your fight that keeps you afloat
And your flight that keeps you alive
Yet sometimes you might have to go
And rest on the land in the shade
And finally let yourself fade
So you can find out how to die.

When time will come to learn to fade
My life will drift upon each day
Although rugged the crust may seem
My soul will start to sink beneath
And if I tried to start to breathe
My shattered heart's attached to me
But now it's time for me to leave
So farewell now my mind must speak

And when you touch down,
Do not let the vessel that once contained you
Try to drag you back into that realm;
Simply move along
And forget that that life ever even existed.

If only existing was as easy as dying,
I'd live.

Today marks the beginning of the rainy season,
And if my teardrops were able to speak,
They'd rejoice;
For freedom.

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.

Life will drown in the downfall
Because the faucet never stops

Let me drown in your words,
Sweet whispers
And nectar that stings
The tip of my tongue
When it meets yours
In the shadow of the curtains,
Hung like leaves on our evergreen tree,
Lasting all of eternity
Until we decide to chop it down,
And I can no longer hear your sound
As the tree has fallen
In the abandoned forest
We once called home.

If we shall not exist
Than should I not love you in the first place
If the first place is all it will last for
And tomorrow is but another day of
My alone self, drunken upon my couch

Every time I see her,
May her grace be of the best,
My heart begins it's beating
And my soul may never rest

Perhaps I shall long stay alone
But for you, my eyes,
Though blind they may be,
Search ever more for the love within
So that perhaps one day I shall no longer be alone

Shall I let one temptation
Lead me down a road
Of which I would not travel otherwise
Rather than continue as if
It never existed at all?

Till now I have adored you
Imagined you in my presence, my future
But if it cannot be
Should I forget my romantic fantasties
And move past my heart?

Let your fight shine like light
Through your veil of despair
To reach the air of hope;
Inhale and exhale that same feeling
So you can learn how to recover
And you can learn to remove your mask
To become who you have kept hidden.

Come out, darling, it's been so long
Since I've seen your smile, it's lovely.
I will never forget you, leave you,
Or hurt you in any way and,
As long as you're here,
I will try to prove so.

Don't let your disguise
Become who you are,
Nothing more than an empty pit
Made from the shell of a mortar
That is too overwhelming;
Fight that feeling and maybe,
One day,
We can become strong friends.

The largest star shines midday
While the others are its encore
The bigger man walks away
And the others are just followers.

Some matches have a winner
And others have lighters
I guess mine have neither.

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.

Keys trigger non-permanent feelings
Erasable, unlike the time you've spent
While I type the time I've been meaning to have
Sitting at a desk in a place where I'm drowning
Amidst the lines of media

Up to ten I hadn't known life
I hadn't known love
I hadn't breathed
And then the seas rolled in
As if I were just to learn to swim.

My parents split.
I wasn't able to explain what I felt
I didn't know what I felt
I had become numb to
The feelings I used to have.

A few years passed.
Depression isn't just for drama
It's from the stress I've endured
When someone else could have been in my place,
They wouldn't be able to feel.

I struggle to think life
Could be served on a lukewarm plate
With a side of joy
When my dish is raw; cold
And the only side is lies.

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

Some part of me just wants to trip
Upon some tangled wires that send me
Falling straight in love for you

Moving my heart askew
Side to side, day and night
For time and life anew

And if future turns into vows
Then the present of your presence
Is the pastime I'll continue to treasure

Forever,
My endeavor

I'm not lovesick... just ill
But I miss her the most
That the thought of her being alone
Makes me sicker with the despair
That flutters around the loose mind of a child
As he cannot find his mother
In the mall 300 miles from home;
Home,
A place where he would way rather be
With ensured safety and love
From the woman in his life
That would be there by his side;
But for now he walks alone,
Lovesick.

I'd wrinkle my toes on the morning of next,
Slightly pulling the sheets from your side,
So that you would wake up looking in my eyes
And we could continue the rest of our lives in this hex,
And the rest of last night would subside.

Yes
I loved you
But you never loved me too
Or at least you couldn't say
Because I wouldn't say the same
Scared for regrets or past mistakes
Cause in the end you wouldn't stay
And in the end we couldn't stay
The same
Anyway

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.

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

How are words so feeble
Yet they linger in your heart
For years after the accident occurred
When the voice has disappeared
And only crushed fragments remain.

As the time starts to fall,
Grain by grain,
I wonder if it is her fault
That she did not respond,
Or mine that I tried too hard;
Or not enough at all.

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.

Your letters rain like petals,
Autumn flowers masked with ink,
Floating, drifting, endlessly,
Or so it just may seem;

Wind as the propeller,
The spirit which creates the start,
Of which your words will fly from,
Directly to my heart;

And if echo be what you need,
I shall respond most dearly,
Stanzas attempting to match the beauty
That you will always be;

And that I will never see.

We all just happen to be specimens
Trapped in the same terrained terrarium
Living to learn how to die.

The sun faced
Of a pale paste,
That which reflects
A most sour taste;
The mirror upon my pallet.

There's a fine line between
The people you understand
And those you have a crush on,
You only know one of them loves you back.

the tears spill out,
as the girl sits alone,
to fill her love
with unending doubt
and flood her home

When there's no more words to speak
I'll simply cry myself to sleep
And think about the time that we
Were living in each other's dreams

One life's learnings distilled into a book,
The offsetting chartreuse cover
Covered with dust of decades
I seem to have forgotten
Due to my life's coming to a close.
I read the last page, hands filthy
Then drown in a final cleansing
And purification of my life.
The pages detach and evaporate;
The cover floats to a new shore
With its new sky blue hue
And human to master it.

Clock spins away the pain
Arms that move to rid the rain
The tears that fell an hour before
Of breaks, mistakes, and hate galore
Yet drops that hit the ground below
Make puddles glare a shiny glow
In which itself one cannot see
The person who is lost is me

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.

God is life
Life is a lie
A lie is portrayed as sinly
Sin is death
Death created by people created by God

The oxygen you breathe
Is merely the stream
Coming from the leak
In my fishbowl

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

You were a shy world with
Glasses and a leather jacket
On our long, dark transit;

Your contacts had hearts attached,
Your eyes were natural
And your hair classical and tall;

You'd twiddle your thumbs on your Samsung
And ride Route A with the night,
There I sat, on the seat to the right
Looking at the little light
On our pitch black bus.

Selfish are the humans who want to be remembered
Those that try their best to impact someone else
Whether through intents of knowing someone
Or feeling obligated to protect them
Selfish are the humans who live
Selfish are the humans who die
Selfish are the humans

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