Open ceiling
Modern edge
Lost the TV
Two lights dead

Fires flicker
Sofa stained
Fingerprinted
Window pane

Booth or table
Shadow box
Fav'rite billboard
Down two blocks

Paint is peeling
Flashing sign
Free access code
Rush crowd time

Added sugar
Should have asked
Darkened corner
Fabric mask

Freezing, scalding
Stomach's sick
Head is spinning
Fog too thick

Cars on corner
Day to day
Repetition
Window pane

Lonely bookshelf
Business date
Recall Sunday
Here too late

Laptop keyboard
Garbage bag
College dropout
Tweet #hashtag

Only lonely
Ghost is near
Notes aplenty
Meet me here

empty house, floor is cold
sense of fear

dull gray sky, snow on ground
you're not here

water glass, film on top
baggy-eyed

lost myself, "I'm okay"
dead inside

once you are gone
there will be no evidence that you were ever here at all
no photographs
no letters
no clothes left behind
the smell of your hair will not be on my pillow
your warmth will not resonate in my bed
I will find no hair of yours hidden among my sheets
and I will eventually find it hard to prove even to myself
that there was a time when you existed
and I ask myself
if you even do
now

You said it first; I mocked your words, and followed like a bird,
And of the joyous song we sang, all people once had heard.
To scarcely feel how hatred, remorse so wrong could be
The way the words just seemed to flow - a dying symphony.
So plainly seen as just another era in one's life
Was how it understood itself to daily free recite.
But deep within the casket and the depths of lovers' souls
Lies, dying with a vengeance, the truth from what is told.

They dream a dream unwaning, as to show how they are true,
But dreams are made for one alone and never meant for two.
But if a dreamer's mind breaks down the walls of prison bold,
A dream may seem what he hast seen, and time itself would fold.
Though rarely - oh, so rarely - as a snow in summer's peak,
Those walls they fall and crumble, for love has made them weak.
And as each ember slowly falls like tears from wretched eyes,
They feel the warmth of each one's soul - a love you can't deny.

Though life may tear the skin and hair, and often break the bone,
With dreamer's love, and dreamer's soul, you know you're never 'lone.
Yes, homes will burn, and fires too, but ungainly, once it's true,
The only things that will prevail are dreamers...lovers...fools.
No bonds can hold together, no bonds could surely break
The fire of one's own desire - alone the pain will take.
Hearts never forgive or die, they're endless like the time;
Though all this true, though I love you, I still can't make you mine.

My dark bitter soul may command my tongue
To speak of the things that be not true.
But bitter souls and bitter hearts be young,
And lie of the torment that they go through.

As skies go black and life comes to an end
I realize the glow of stars in her eyes.
And, ye, tho' I shall have to alone fend,
I will miss the ways her eyes ne'er cried.

She protected me when monsters clawed deep,
And took every bullet that shot at me.
And painful secrets in the darkness creep,
And now they've come to have her cease to be.

I'll ne'er have this love for any other
Than she, the seraphim, called my mother.

death sounds sweet as honey when played upon my lips and in
my ears
it echoes like silent whispers in my mind and tortures
far away
I could make it closer
all you have to do is beckon
if you call it
it shall come
if you act upon it
life shall go
like a vicious circle it runs and around and around, over and over, until
it drives you
mad

          and then you write