The greater of two evils is what I seek
Never the moderate, the wise, the weak
I prefer one with a double-edged core
Whose morals wage an unending war

My satisfaction is a sadistic thing
Wanting the one who with holds their being
Give me love and affection and trust
I’ve given up more, just for lust

Though I know of what I should
I'm drawn to the fugitive could
Perhaps it is those of a clipped feather
Who flock to their destruction together

I find myself lying in bed
Staring at a ceiling that each day seems more familiar
The yellow light floats in through a crack in the curtains
The shadows coil
Like smoke rising from an orange ember
Teeth and eyes twist and  dissipate
Alone with my thoughts perfectly
They swell with meaning
And wane as the clock turns
Tick-
Tick
My ear pressed against the face of my watch
Guilt...a kernel grows inside me
Regrets and failures
The memories
Once full and rich
Are now faded and wrinkled with age
I once splayed them like the paintings of old in the library of my soul
Now I have cut them from their gilded frames
I fold them and slip them inside an dusty copy of The Odyssey
They are safe there away from the prying eyes of others
One night I will burn them with a candle's flame
I will hold them at the corner and watch them burn
Then the curtains will light
And the books
The tapestries
It will all burn
And I will run from that place
Out into the cold full moon night
Never looking back
And never will I return

Wonders what you may think of me
Did you feel it? A slight tremor in the puddle of consciousness
I! ME! MY!
Mother and father. School. Society.
Impressively the walls were built
Brick by brick lain in ignorance.
It is just that subtle. The voice whispering in the mind
Who are you?
Enlightened to my own selfishness
A sense of meaninglessness
I shall overcome. I will walk the path of my choosing, and if any other (soul) shall join me I will share my allotted portion of love that this universe has granted me
The ego shed
IwasworriedaboutajobandagirlfriendandifImattertoanyoneatall
­The walls crumble and I am free now to taste beauty of each moment.

I have some bad news baby.
Writing in pencil wears thin
And a pen will just smear the words away.
You're angry and hurt.
Voices linger in their echos and your screams can't find a way to drown them out,
But shouting at an astroid won't make it turn tail and flee, so put on your gloves and grab something sharp.
The throats you may have to slit are only there to reload another round of insults.

Keep it up baby, get in my room and slide your dress off. Lets put that anger to some good use.

Remember locking eyes that first time?
The dimly lit room on the bad side of town.
We were just children,
and you laughed at everything I said.

Remember kissing me unsure, yet steady?
Our first kiss, at my parents house,
hiding in the stairwell,
as our hearts beat like thunder.

Remember letting me steal your clothes?
Just that sweatshirt, and the others
so your scent could linger
just long enough to lull me to sleep.

Remember when you let me in?
Our two bodies becoming one
as we exchanged
our last pieces of innocence.

Remember those petty fights?
You told me I was crazy,
but I was just insecure.
You were stubborn, but I always won.

Do you remember the end, my love?
My world crumbled into pieces,
and you were free, at last.
Your parents were thrilled, and I just cried.

Remember seeing me again?
You hated me, but the *** was good,
and I was willing to be treated like that
just to see you for that short-lived moment.

Remember that hotel we met at?
We had just started college.
I confessed that I always have loved you,
and I think you felt something too.

Then, do you remember the distance?
We both tried so hard,
but in the end you knew,
there wasn't enough we could do.

Remember parting again?
We went months without speaking,
you and your school, I and my life;
Emerging on the other side, as friends.

Do you remember that summer?
You went away, helping others for you.
I finally was able to let go;
I moved on, scared, but ready.

All this time has passed,
and still, here we are.
Not meant to be anything more than we are.
I'm glad to remember.