I am Monster:
rough hewn spent and jaded
a loaded revolver
the dark harbour
an improper conduct sponsor
the acerbated and saturated
sympathy and empathy terminated
smarter, harder and sharper
sense of honour departed
a cloned armoured martyr
an existence where love has faded
or simply overused and left degraded.

I am Monster:
shaped by unfortunate events
a life of sharpened steel
etched with the scent of malcontent
chaotic defiance and suicidal descent
the rise of the paragon of zeal
masked in the stench of the surreal
lurking in shadows dark
that leaves its presence felt
like a silent tsunami watermark.

That voice in my head
speaking in tongues
his tasteless insipid breath
fills my lungs
the only respite
is prescribed medication
and meditation dictates;
navigate the monster
and his origin appellation
will have to wait.

The sorrow I borrow
and the chaos I bring
like liquid will eventually
rescind like the pulse of a wasp sting
the poison will dissipate
and then evaporate
in the predisposed
wrath of tomorrow.

i allowed
you
to disrespect
me
and
it’s hard
to forgive
myself
for that

goodbyes are the worst,

especially when they're not said,

when they're silent.

you didn't even give me the chance to apologize for not being good enough,

i thought..
it was okay..

i thought you were okay with where we were at,
but you weren't.

you've moved on and

i don't know what to do anymore.

So much of the day,
countless faces never witnessed
some heavy and full of resentment
others too childish to get far
all of their quarks and complexities
but they are not all dark and mean
Not every face is too busy to grin
if you watch closely you see the humor in
the smiling ones, and the ones that are laughing
all of those funny little faces.