Droplets pour down my face and soak into my clothes.
I sigh,
Smile,
And spin in the rain.
Pitter patter pitter patter,
Tears fall from the sky.
Words, silent,
Ghost across my lips.
I sing,
But there is no sound.
If you speak but no one hears,
Have you actually said anything at all?

When you have b.p.d you can't really control your emotions.
Everything hits you like a wave.
And you can't take it all in because
It's exactly like being hit by a wave.
You panic, and try to grab hold of
The ground to keep you from going
Deeper but your grip loosen and the next thing you know you're neck deep.

san diego sun waves waft
in through the grime-claimed window
above the cucumber melon colored tub,
and onto a seashell embroidery,
salmon pink

lukewarm soak plus one more drink

the clouds
spread their
black and
orange trimmed
butterfly wings
performed a
sacred firedance
upon the eyes of
the golden sun
all because
clouds have wings

if she had asked me, then
"Do we all die?"
i would have answered in a solemn sigh:
"Of course we do."
the realism impenetrable, the grounded logistics.

she asks me now
"Can we exist in other dimensions?"
and i reply, with a taxed, drudging honesty:
"I have."

I met a girl
She has a blonde hair
Eyes filled with magical spells
Can feel honey on the lips
And she smiles like an angel
Whose nose is like a perfectly carved diamond
Cheeks are like buttery cakes
Who can enthrall people with charming face
Her eye brows looks like pointing towards love all the time

Brian Patrick

Plodding, trudging, slogging through the reeds
Praying for death or at the very least – rescue
Sweat and muck mingle as one
Sliding down my face and pouring over my body

Why me? I have no repair
Looking behind; not a human in sight
The arrows fly by whizzing in the dark
Into the mud I go – fearful

The light in the distance beckons
My limbs giving way to the weight
The rope catches my  neck and tightens
Into the Chart House dragged to no avail

My captors start the endless mindless dance
I am at the beginning of my long goodbye
Dare I give them the dark secret they desire
Never, never …
… the blood trickles down my ***** neck.