I miss the way that my heart would fall out of my chest.
When your pale blue eyes would settle in mine.
Pushed into what I thought was your heart, was only just the start.
I’ve become a mess, all apart in this establishment.
With out care or knowing where or how we are.
All I know is your skin is pure art.
Breath heavy, yet shallow. Holds so much weight.
Upon my chest you leave shadows.
This will leave me breathless, almost, but completely restless.

What a soul so harmonious,
What a mind so frank.
For not the doctor,
As he replied she'll be returning home.

Her child so unaware and aghast,
"I want my mommy!" He mourns.
How to tell a youthful son,
He doesn't have a mommy anymore.

Her carcass now cinders,
Only in the color of iron.
Into the atmosphere she goes,
Still remaining in consciousness hearts.

Slightly sweet cinnamon to tempt my taste buds,
Warm comfort found in breaded swirls, fresh,
from the oven to my plate, my lonely appetite to sate,
I won't eat them, those dozen all...at once,
It is too late at night and no time for stunts.

My dark passenger never leaves you know. It's always riding  with me, wanting to grab  the wheel. My dark passenger lies and tells me that I don't matter. That wherever I go it will always be there to riding along beside me ready to take the wheel. I always have one hand on the wheel trying to keep it back. Once in a while my arm gets tired and I let go, and put both hands on the wheel. And keep driving. I hit so many bumps in the roads, I sway to the left, and sway to the right. When I look over at the dark passenger it is still there not moving not swaying just watching and waiting for me to to take a wrong turn. Once in a while I stop take my hands off of the wheel and tell it to drive. I don't know what direction it goes and where we will end up. When I see the light my dark passenger seems to sleep. Not read or look for direction. Just let me make my way through the light and feel the sun on my face and see the birds in the sky. I make it to the Joshua tree. Where I can feel the wind gently blowing and all of my thoughts have stopped and my nightmares are over. My search for the peace is no more. I don't have to wonder why I'm unlovable. Why that little girl cried at night. Why the Woman could never find the love that she so desired. What was it about me that the dark passenger found so intriguing that it stayed with me. That it was always right there, right beside me. I'm still at the Joshua tree. The dark passenger is There. It's not in the car anymore. It asks me why it's not in the car riding beside me. I say because the only way to stop the dark passenger is to take out the driver.

I can see the world through a lens,
Close or far,
I can feel the words of others through a lens,
And they mean something new
Or they teach me.

There is beauty in each moment,
Captured or not.
A photo can hold onto one second
For hundreds of years to come.
I only hope you are looking.

And if you didn't exist?
What would I do?
Would I stop and lie down,
curl up in a ball and let it sink it?
Or flee to the edge of the world, keep running and running?
Perhaps I would scream, shriek and explode
into shards of white glass stuck to the floor.
Or maybe I'd freeze, just halt like a statue,
plead and just wait for you to come back.
Neither would do, I know, I'll be patient
I'll wait for the day you cease to exist
and dance
and twirl like a snowflake
and melt, quietly, away.

Immaculate by daylight,
Atrocious at dark.
The stimulus for flesh makes them moonstruck,
Hidden away by an exploit pokerface.

Shades of red everywhere,
Roses and wine still can't satisfy the cravings.
With no guilt and no agony,
Everlasting crimes are on each corner.

The raven interceded in the turtle dove's life,
No longer singing the anomalous melody.
Deteriorated DNA samples and clues,
The oracle slayer whereabouts remain unknown.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Life's a *****,
And so are you.