to me you are a star of gold
a glowing asterisk
I wish I could hold
though you seem so far away
I truly wish we could meet some day
but alas we shall only meet
through our words,
spilling and falling across this page.
we are the unseen family
bound by art
which is better
because we dwell in the heart
Tremors, no one will guide you
Comfort in electrical hums,
More than love, more than warmth,
You finally love yourself.
As you watch the sun blind you behind the palm trees,
The thermal glow on your skin,
Clashing arguments of waves,
Countless grains outline the road maps of your toes.
You've learned to love again, not with someone else.
Reflections no longer smell of hot garbage,
You're an A-list celebrity, starring in your own sitcom.
No need for others, heaven has a height
And it's you.
True beauty only comes when you realize the truth.
That happiness lies in perfect solitude.
Corralling my senses,
Rolling slot machines,
Softly purring words that disintegrate into empty promises,
Forget it, I'll end up smoking alone anyway.
Know your worth, what you stand for
Even what you sit for,
My ass hurts from the concrete stoop you left me on
Just a pack of cigarettes?
It's the final word,
What brought me here in the first place.
Love lost, love gained, love dropped
For the bright lights of a Vegas skyline
"No", to answer your question
"We can't be friends."
The new one is a nurse,
Your expectations are a plate I cannot finish
I eat until I am full
Until I am sick
What they say is food
feels to me like poison
I try to leave the table
But my plate is still unfinished
But I am full
My stomach can not handle
The words you try to feed me
They are watching
Plates are empty
But their portions are smaller
Don’t you understand
It’s not possible
Anything is possible
Those words will bring more suffering
And I will eat them until I vomit
Every morsel of food expelled onto the table
The neatly folded napkins in disarray
The disdainful looks
What my body did to heal me
Is what lead them to disgust
I am now alone at the table
empty as I was
Dementia, deja vu
It happened to me,
It could happen to you.
Bed sheets rake flesh,
High grade sand paper,
Blades dull and rust,
As if I held my breaking heart.
Brain signals fire, nothing is true
Walls close in, pain takes hold,
Insanity becomes the typical mold
Why can't I respect the flow?
So they say, just apart of the waves.
I wonder why I can never just chill out.