You want to show me
some real love,
then please,
lover of the poetic-art,
**** on my words,
keep a tight grip
on my concepts,
don't fight me,
move with my flow,
*******
with more theory,
swallow all of my stories,
don't miss a drop
& return for more.

I want you reader,
I want you really bad,
I want you to know,
it means a lot to me
you see,
your reading-actions
make me fiery-hot,
I write harder,
harder & harder.

This different new kind of feeling
  is really quite appealing
  deep within it wants it to be revealing
  for later I'll have to be dealing

With these thoughts and emotions
  right now my head is like an ocean
  over thinking going back and forth motion
  I'll explode and cause a big destruction

Is this fate?
  and will it be worth the wait?
  thoughts like a foreign language and feelings I can't seem to translate
  but these feelings feels so great
  I'll make my own path and go straight
to you

So I'll take a chance
  with this brand new romance

Tonight I was hit by a man I do not know
Now I am truly left with nowhere to go
I can't quite wrap myself into comfort
I can't quite make myself feel anything
All I feel is my cheekbone swelling
I hope that no one can tell

Imagine yourself working hard, working
as if you were feeding your family of ten
How would you react the moment when
you're done, the reward, wine for uncorking

but the next day it's gone, everything is gone
you had a chance, were happy for all you
accomplished and it's gone. The worst drawn
feeling, known for and by, and there's nothing to

do, to try and change, but you don't try, because
why bother, it has left your life most likely lifelike like
facts, facts on the other side of a rushhouring road.
Loading, loading, new ideas in progress, a huge load

of chances coming up, but you're not even slightly interested
When the one important thing is gone, the rest falls along.

The morning
Rays filter in:

The hands of a broken
Clock,

Which is to say
My time was up
A long time ago;
Today's a new day.

Though I'm not quite there yet,

I know I'll get by.

I propose every pre-existing value to myself, and I embody it.
I surge every thought towards it, I commit every diasporic cell to it.
I cradle, and I brood and dwell on it for years, until I can find no other reality to contest it.
I become narrow and hollow. I hiss at every attempt to eclipse my flaring sun of reality.
I become The Bitter Man. I will love nothing more than to project my bitterness unto others until I am alone; Manifest Destiny.
Until I fully epitomize the number 1, I will not relent.
I will churn myself into powder over thousands of miles of burnt asphalt and sips of coffee until I sit beneath chrysalis skies, in gravel ditches not inspired to even look up.
Sit up, sight & repeat.
I will continue on this wheel of values until every value is impotent
*And total freedom will ensue.

the air was thick
clouds of anxiety filled their lungs
whatever's going to happen
can never be undone
he took a deep breath in
and exhaled while letting his words fall out
I'm sorry babe
but I think we're done
the whole room went numb
not a word she spoke
not a move did she make
it was a horrible heart break
his eyes were blazing with fear and sadness
but all she saw
was anger and gladness
she couldn't accept his feelings
when hers were peeling
peeling from the walls he once painted
her eyes shifted away
and started to exit
while she heard him sniffle
she thought good heavens
she slammed the door hard
and that was all...

Would you be upset

                      if I found more comfort in my razors
          
                                                                                    than in your arms