you can pretend you don't know me
but I heard you moan like a little *****
right before you came

Why are you gone?
It's been so long.
You were once "catchy", like the words to my favorite song.
Why are you gone?

Why are you gone?
I am so alone.
You dont even answer me on the phone.
All I hear is *ring *ring.... dialtone.
Why are you gone?

Why are you gone?
What happened to being there by my side?
Now there is no one left for me to confide.
Why are you gone?

Why are you gone?
I have cried for help.
What a sad hand I have been dealt
Why are you gone?

I am like the leaves on the ground;
the bones in the grave,
Dead
As I sit as motionlessly
as a tall brown oak,
Eyes dark,
stormy weather,
Lighting strikes,
thunder booms,
A tear falls
I am alive again.

Anamnesis*, acting as the neuroimaging in excessive dreamscapes, waves over the inner thoughts that constantly circumambient my mind.

When recollection occurs, it ideally captures endless flashback pictures like a camera's flash, as the infinitesimal moments spent lovably with you count on a perfect day like this particular one.

you completely mesmerize my recollective memories as i spent those sensual moments with you; to adore you as you adore me.









infinite physical kisses & cherry blossoms

I would tell how
your skin
gently touched mine
and how your lips
grazed mine
but I don't know
if you're worthy
of the beautiful words I would use

As much as I try,
I cannot write.
Phantom words inhabit my mind,
And I am unable to write them down.
What is dead should stay dead:
My words are no more.