i would lay next to you peacefully in our bed.
With a smile
Even if I knew I would die
In my sleep

The headlights in my rear view mirror
Are the eyes of a beast, set to devour me

You never sing for me anymore

Turn out the lights
You’re still hot liquor in my throat
Make me ***** in an hour I love you
Need to be drunk, need you, NEED YOU-
(Utter alone, no family, an adult is.)
I hate how you taste in my mouth I hope we die.
You sound like carousel music in July, my whole body is warm my hair is standing on end, I worship your body, I kiss your lips, comfort me, come to me, come for me, that.

I open my mouth to speak and I *****

I am your journal, I am your razor blade, I am your pillow to scream in, I am your father and your mother, I am the blood you hear beating in your ears on quiet nights, I am your guide and your confidante and your consort, I am the one who takes the weight of the world from you, I am anything you need. Wear me like a warm coat, I am yours if you say yes; yours until you discard me, then I belong to the next. I can fix everything, I can be every drug, I can do it all say yes, say yes yes! my love say yes, yours, yours till I’m not yours yours yours

Pale blackbirds fly in and out of my life
Each more beautiful than the last

I spent all day driving to places. To relax I went for a drive.

Five hundred texts a day
Take the hearts away
After your name
Just “name” in my phone
How can a phone contact
Be a ghost

How can two people love each other
And be the most
Important things
To each otherforages
And the next day
Be complete
Strangers

Imagine if light was
Slower;
Like:
The speed(-+) of
Fog rolling along a dewy grass hill.
If you turned on a flashl
L
Light
And the light
jiggled out with a
plop like
(COndensed) chicken soup from a can? Or if
Light was like a Bright yellow cloud of poison gasthat wasnt poison( and smelled like butterscotch
Imagine turning on the hose
And spraying thick jets of
Heavy light wouldyou drink light?
i dont knownif i would id probably get around to it one day

I showed you the poem
About you
And you loved it
And asked me who it was about

A bird flies past my window, I never see it again, it is beautiful.
A sunset bleeds, for minutes, but then it’s night.
Ice cools my drink, but then it’s gone, the drink stays cold, delicious.
The flavor of kisses fade in minutes, but are never forgotten.
All these things, I enjoy, but I never own, and my heart is at peace with that. I am not sad, but grateful to feel.
Thank you for helping me find that peace ephemera.
You’ll always be my dove, little lady.

-Mr. West

All souls speak fluent poetry.

I weep at what is lost in translation,
I scream at what is lost to the ages,
If they, both, can be set adrift,
What hope do We have?

I'm drawn to your body:
I am the moth, You are my fire.
I caress your arms:
You are the song, I am your choir.
I kiss your lips:
You are the beach, I am your tide.
I lay you down:
I am the seeker, You are my guide.

burnt dry air,woodfire smoke,crisp leaves underfoot,orangeredyellow in the trees,i wait for fall all year,

with your sharp nails gouging my chest, and
your bright eyes somehow dark you
my
crazy girl
black hair pearlescent in the moonlight god
iloveit
that unbreakable frenzy in your eyes,
drives me crazy
unbound, wanton, a lithe little slip of a thing,
trace my tattoos with that sharp nail again
rest your cheek against my stubbly cheek
wind your fingers  through my hair,
ill do the same for you babe
I'll light your cigarette after,
and listen to you purr my name,
like cheap searing liquor out of a
crystal decanter
youre so decadently  bleak
baby girl
lets be young forever

when will I forget what your skin feels like on mine? when will I stop smelling your shampoo on my pillow? when will I stop seeing your auburn hair in a crowd? when will I forget you?

God I want a boring life. Nice Apartment in a big city. One cat. One dog. Big den, full bookshelves on every wall, comfy chair. A bottle of ***** a week, two bottles of tonic. A couple cigarettes, maybe a pipe, I tried one of those. The smell is better than the taste. Fireplace. Snow. My dream job that pays 80 thousand a year. enough to afford that faux quaint apartment and keep me in books. I'll get bored, I just know it. ****. I've got no clue what I want.

She is beautiful, with her hair in disarray. She sets man against man, woman against woman, and both against each other

She whispers into the ear of sleeping children, who awake as adults in her service.

All fear her, for she cannot be known.

She masquerades as order, enticing humanity; the fire that huddled neanderthals gaped at in thanks become the flames that consume.

To fight against her is futile, but it is in our nature.

She has never left us; she will continue without us when we are dead and gone.

All the monuments in the world bow to her in worship or are crushed in submission to time and war.

She played gods and men alike.

She is both the catalyst and the conclusion.

Some marvel as the fires of her destruction dance reflected in their eyes; others weep.

To say that she is coming would imply that she has ever left.

How could we impermanent things ever hope to banish something so primordial.

She breeds hate, mistrust, and strife in those that capitulate; those that resist her only magnify her power.

She bore Hardship and Ruin, Quarrels and Disputes, Lies and Oaths, Anarchy and Starvation,  Forgetfulness and Pain. Manslaughter and ****** were her giggling toddlers. War and Battle took after her brother, their uncle's favorites.

She brings inedible food that is coveted by all who encounter it.

She has bathed in the blood of civil wars, her most decadent vice.

She renders man's efforts futile, to fight or submit is destruction.

She will reduce the universe to an ever expanding hellscape of fire.

She is the secret joy of many.

Nothing will escape her.

She is everywhere.

Trumpets scream in my ears, the drums pop, blood trickles out. I have no love to give, only obsession

Smoke drifts through the air,
Sere leaves burnt in a pile.
A chill in the air, but a warm sun.
Stretched out like a cat on the crisp grass
That smoky wind blows by.
How long I’ve waited for you.
My burnt orange heaven.

I dread the  good dreams of you more than my darkest nightmare

I can touch you,
I can't feel you.
I can kiss you,
I can't taste you.
I can hold you,
I can't help you.
I am with you,
I'm not there.

My November’s are always pivotal

"As if you were on fire from within

The moon lives in the lining of your skin"

Because your eyes, so beautiful, containing every color an ocean can be, show the light of your soul... and it is kind.

Because your lips, sculpted by angels, turn up at the corners when you smile, and your happiness makes me a child again.

Because your hair, strands of gold commingled with shadow, betrays the brightness of your spirit,
and the darkness, not unlike my own.

Because your name; said in the darkness of my room, to myself, alone, means I am not alone.

This is why.

Your eyes are the blue grey sea,
in a storm of temptation.
Your lips drive me mad,
my most yearned for sensation.
My hands in your hair
fresh from the shower;
your chest to my chest
at the dark midnight hour.

- To M, with adoration.

I feel like I’ve been shot in the stomach,
Everything I try to say
Won’t come out

her cheeks, normally the color of moonlit marble,
burned.
all the rest of her had flushed, lending what little color she had
to that blush.

her eyes, deep and speckled sapphire,
drowned.
those lashes, longer than hell, dipped with the burden of those
tears she cried.

her hair, darker than ink in a starless night,
hung.
glossy raven tresses framed that sweet face, gently brushing
her teary chin.

She inquired my reason; asked me: "Why?"
I said, "You're Beautiful when you cry.”

You carried my heavy heart
Until I forgot it was mine
I sobbed like a child
I bared my soul
I was clean and weightless:
And then you gave it back.
And in that moment
I knew I would rather
Not have it at all
Than have anyone but you carry it
I still love you
I still hate you

One glossy raven perched, stately,
atop a snowy hill, Unearthly Long flowing wings, hanging down the *****, framing the hill
on the face of which,
were interposed two glacial ponds of blue.
Between these pools ran a simple strip of sloped marble,
But at the base of this was the most gentle depression in the snow.
In disbelief I observed two rows of strawberries, blossoming,
heavy laden with the richest red.
Each gentle bite of these more delicious than the last.
I continued my survey,
down to a long narrow hill of the freshest snow.
Here I came upon a wide expanse, a plain,
two long, slender berms extended at opposite sides.
But this was no true plain, and all the better for that,
For two equal mounds of snow enchanted the landscape.
The setting sun cast a pink light at the peak of each pale globe,
So beautiful I wept.
As I passed between their valley the snowy distance continued.
I observed an infinitesimal sloping on the Western and Eastern edges.
This expanse, perfect of any true blemish, was punctuated by the shallowest little empty pond at its narrowest width; which only served to enhance the beauty.
The length of this snowed plain was far greater than its width, the edges slowly creeping into the narrowest part before flaring out to a wide expanse.
And there in the lowlands was The Delta,
to the side of which extended two of the longest and most shapely tapering ridges I had ever observed;
each ending with graceful peaks.
But that Delta!
Though snowy, the darkest , shortest scrub had capped its mound.
At the apex of The Delta was a precipice,
on its face a cavern, pink walls glistening with wetness,
at the caverns base, a cave.
Its tunnel, with walls ribbed, was warm and humid despite the landscape of snow.
This is the landscape I cherish most.

monsters chase me relentlessly
I admitted them into my life
Like vampires, they needed an invitation.
I gave it to them,
heedless

~~~~

I saw us as partners:
Me and my monsters,
They accompanied me all day.
But when I grew weary, my monsters, once cheery,
Waxed petulant, vengeful, insisting I pay.

They racked my body,
They haunted my soul;
******* my psyche, and leaving a hole,
A misshapen, and ragged, and monster shaped hole
To be filled, and fulfilled, by whom it was torn.

So many times, I’ve returned to, regarded,
My monsters: Old friends!
Old partners once parted!
Their presence reviled, now wholly cathartic,
And our union as sweet as the day that it started.

But every time they came back, they’d eat at their hole,
Ensuring the next time, I’d need to need more,
But when you allow monsters to fill you, only then will you know
The bigger your chasm, the more monster you hold,
Now, (not just filled by), but shaped in their mold.

When strife, and adversity darkened my door,
I’d weep and I’d cower; A wretch, and a worm!
My monsters, My Monsters! Come home! Keep me warm!
Release me from duty, I’m tired and worn. When I am weak I am weak, when I am strong I am strong.

So I indulged them, my monsters,
So that each time we met,
A piece of me would be gone, a piece of monster was left
Until my reflection was strange, and my green eyes grew dim:
There was no more “Me”, there was only “Him”.

Your hair was silver as a quarter
Lit by half a moon
Wholly enveloped in its light

Another time, I rang the door bell,
You stepped lazily down from the threshold, sleep still in your eyes,
And embraced me

I am still intimate with the feeling of
Our lips
Had they been poison I would have died,
Small mercies

In that loft at the beach, your laughter pealed
As you lounged in my arms,
And turned your glittering eyes my way,
And looked at me
Like I was the only person in your world

In the end,
I wasn't cut from the right cloth
I was too eager
You were too cold

And all I know is I got my heartbroken

The first time I saw you is the last time I'll ever fall in love

tears run hotter than blood

I smell like-
Cigarettes:
Menthols, I bummed;
But you hold me anyways.
I taste like-
Liquor:
***** and ***;
You kiss me anyways.
I'm not-
Perfect:
Angry and flawed;
But you want me anyways.
My eyes are-
Green;
But they shine like gold,
When I see-
You.
I (don't) know-
Why
(But) I love to
Be (me) with You

All poems,
No matter- The meter,
Or way they are written,
Are equal completely,
On this one condition,
As long as it is
Of your spirit's diction,
It's perfect,
Even if there is solely 1 word To be
written.

If,
Despite-
My lullaby;
Your racing mind,
Brings dreams alive,
So frightful,
That you want to sleep:
A deeper sleep than this.
Remember.
Please,
Remember well,
And then make note again.
Baby, I will always love you,
Till the very end.

I fell asleep
With you,
Chest to chest, our hearts beat too,
Together,
And I dreamed,
Of splendidly things, and fairy tale lands, and kingdoms and kings, of a moon and a star, and of here and afar, and in all of these places (whatever the weather)
I hummed to the tune,
that our hearts beat together

Id stare
into the sun
If it had
your eyes

I can
only write
Good
Poetry when
I want
To die.
I need to be heart
Broken
Again

i
hate to see
u
cry
but I love to
dry your eyes

Only she can
Leave
Me
Andbreak my heart,
And then
Break
My
Heart
When I see her cry.

A fine accoutrement, be sure,
A funeral pall of gold,
A lively crown the laurels make,
For those that death preserved

And death, his hand, or her's,
For death is equal parts,
Is softer than a velvet veil,
And harder than men's hearts

Oh friend, do not the silence break,
With comfort driven word,
I know where we are going
It needst not be heard

And though this world I leave,
Another comes to view!
Oh friend it is so lovely!
It would be glorious with you!!!!

And do not be afraid, my friend,
When death comes seeking you,
The hall of death is velvet soft,
The sweetest of all fruits!!!

They say that heaven,
Is there in the skies,
And hell is beneath us,
Below those who died,

But I challenge this thought,
This belief held by many,
For hell is on earth,
Where men dwell aplenty,

And toil and suffer,
And seek a nepenthe,
But my joyous heaven,
Needs not a nepenthe,

You needn't look up,
It's not in the skies,
For my heaven's seat,
Sits there in her eyes