that moment when
your uproar giggle turns into
a massive grin
as you are looking at each other, struck by
a soft silence and you both know
you are about to kiss because you both really want to kiss
and then
ah-hah
you kiss.

do I really care about you?

authentically

no, but I would still kiss away a perpetual need
of some kind of

more
I would kiss away the perpetual need of more of my kisses, even
until they became ripe in your circulation

without your tact

like the first time an apple becomes an apple
without knowing it’s an apple

ripe

raw, sweet

without tact

without my tact
would I really care about you?

I’ve been on the floor bathing in dishrags and dust particles
I feel filthy
troublesome and unwanted

I’ve lost faith in succeeding
all I’ve got is gritty tact, sticking to its guns

do I really care about myself?
no,

but still, I would kiss away someone else’s pain to have a purpose
and I would love them in a moment  

even if I wasn’t loved in return

The scene starts in a battle

Both sides masked by their pride

Yet two fighting for the same end

Unknowingly

One clouded by the need for freedom

The other masked by one’s spirit

This war will continue for years to come

Known by both, yet spoken by none

While in the quarrel, passion masked by hatred

Searching back on old memories seen no harm

Only loss, sadness, and truth under the words

Two are safe through the fire

The back and forth only fuels them greater

Thrown together, they feel each other

Know the limits, the thoughts, the emotion hidden

Through her tears he sees her loneliness, love

In his eyes she feels the despair, longing

Though neither can see it forward, admit

The sorrow will follow the present not far behind

Until one realizes and speaks it someday

Forgets all the troubles and meaningless thunder

But now it’s too late for fate

To bring them as we

What they’ve blindly been waiting for

For such an eternity

They will win together, but it will be in vain

For what they will have gained is time lost

A single footstep in the sand.
A tear spilt on the beach.
The quietness without you, and
The absence of your speech.

The long hot days in summer,
I've never been so alone.
I'd welcome back the thunder,
If it meant that you weren't gone.

The storms we'd weather together,
The ones we helped create.
You always said it better;
We didn't argue but, 'debate'

Love's not butterflies in stomachs
But a heart held in my hand.
You left a permanent mark,
When you knelt down in the sand.

A ring slipped on my finger,
I'll be forever yours.
Eternal love will linger,
You're the ghost that I adore.

Abrupt, blustering
Critical and quick to judge
What a fool I think

A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you