i went to the bar
last night. had a few drinks.
jukebox played. people danced.

my glass
spun around
in my hand,
like my head, and
it drank

me up
good.

i have
a hard time
a lot.

i know

the press the press
to be someone

so well; and, she knows me.

the trim of her pale green dress
whittles the beats that

keep me going.

wooden boy with a prop in his hand
and a flower for a face.

I came to a fork in the road.
I stared at it for a long time.
It stared back, daunting.
Unmoving.
I picked it up and snapped it over my knee.

I decided to not decide.
I used the fork to eat my lunch.
Sitting there -
at a fork in the road.
I ate. And slept.
Refusal.

I refuse to cooperate.

I'm inflamed again,
Picking at skin again.
Creating scabs once more,
Reveling in open sores.
I want to feel pain again,
Shower me in shame again
Like the crimson rain that's condensed inside my veins.
I'll call you a home again,
If you make me feel alone again.
Reflections of childhood
When the walls listened and understood.
The Shark's calling my name again,
Craving serrated blades again.
To saw across scars- healed skin,
Trace against marks of past sin.
I want to draw your face again,
Take me to a pretty place again.
Don't drown me in your sympathy,
With eyes playing the saddest symphonies.
I long to play with Death again
To feel my suns set again.
Give me the perfect gifts,
Of a moonlit noose and kiss.

Or don't I deserve it,
Am I so imperfect?

-SLuR

Sunshine my lover
it's darkness under covers
so turn on the light
let's pretend it's not night
sing to me the morning chorus
the night owl will only bore us
pretty though the nightingale
the stars remind us we are frail
yet one star shines brightest
one star knows not what night is.

We shall marry in the morning
whilst the merry birds at dawn sing
father time walks down the path
if only our union could last
as honeymoon begins to fade
beneath the afternoon shade
please don't give up on me yet
it's not time for you to set
allow me an endless summer
let the autumn stay in slumber
hold tightly onto leaves
caress me with your summer breeze
shower me with golden rays
need not count down the days.

I cannot survive another winter
it's already been once since her
my bride left just after noon
I lost my lover to a crescent moon
all that remains is her reflection
no longer looks in my direction
passed long ago over the horizon
heaven and earth divided by a line
you belong above no longer to be mine
farewell my sunshine.