lie awake
with the wilted presence
of mistakes
running down my arms
cotton fills my throat
i stay silent in your company
some day ill know what to say
but then you'll be oceans away
**** this is stupid
words
meaningless
stomach
sick with
poems about you

I met this man named Jose
He lived in old San Juan.
He tried to get to know me.
However, I was already gone.
He tried to buy me flowers
I told him, there's no use
I felt as empty as that vase;
My petals welted from abuse.
He asked to take me dancing
I said I haven't got the time
He asked to buy me dinner
I said, I'm not worth a dime.
He claimed I was his angel
I sunk deeper into the abyss
My heart was breaking daily
As his heart became full of bliss
He didn't understand me
And I didn't understand him
I was slowly drowning
He was always ready to swim.
I pushed away his gifts
He only came back with more
I tried to hide away
He'd come knocking at my door.
He gushed of my amazement
I felt like a lead balloon
He showered me in compliments,
And promised me the moon.
I ran in such a circle that my head was in my rear
Everything was just too much,
He said, Mau Mau: we've known eachother a year.
That year has sent me low, and sent him high alike
But when it came down to it
I'm not sure who was right.
The book may have been the same
But the chapter and pages didn't align
I'm not sure why I came into his life
Or why he came into mine.
He always made me nervous
I always made him smile
He always was dramatic
I was spineless all the while.
He made my life confusing
I made his clear as day
When there are such differing views being held
There's not much more to say.
I wish him all the best
He wishes me the same
He'll never forget my light
I'll always remember his name.

I feel my opposable thumbs
The taste of blood in my mouth
The galactic waves have swallowed us
the shock is hitting our bodies
slower and faster
all at once eyes go black

reason is no longer
instinct is our only conscious
lives are minimal
men driven by procreation;women by fear

hearts feign
claws sharpen
jaws unfurl
reality manifests;
we are all animals

Day time unfolds like a puddle being evaporated by the sun
We can't exactly predict when it will happen but we can feel it all around;
Outwardly, we are lifted of our bodies
As we look down, the ground begins to turn to magma
If we leave anything behind then it will surely be swallowed up by the gravity
Left without density
Left without a shadow
If neither are present then this something must not exist
How can it be felt if it can't exist
It lives on within all of us at different points of each day
We cannot know what prompts it
We cannot prepare ourselves for it
Alls we can do is recognize it and let it become a particle of the sky
Just like all the things we let go.
My anxiety comes within the sunlight
My soul is heavy in the day
The clock strikes a certain hour and it decides to rear it's ugly head;
Only to be evaporated once the sun hits the routine part of it's orbit
When dusk begins to fall, so too does my mood
The worries subside
Until I reach my peak of R.E.M. Or perhaps get stuck in a web before that
Either way, I'm one by night and another by day.

The Sirens are in love with me.

I’m digging a hole so deep,
I’d rather continue to dig and dig and dig.

The calm winds bring thunderous predictions.
Bicycle rides send mixed signals.

The Sirens send backup.

A victorious guilt has won,
But I fear the next day.

The snowflakes come swimming in on May 1st, 2013.
I’m a lost body browsing for comfort.

The Sirens reach their destination.

A collection of material items,
Will only irritate the burn.

I haven’t lived for one billion seconds.
My mind is trafficking against my will.  

The Sirens have won.

nothing                                    
worries                                    
me
more
and
matters
to
me
less
than
your
past

I hide beneath
the ocean's waves;
cursed to always be the tide,
never to be the moon.