The greatest fear
Most westerners hold
Is losing their conveniences

But missing art
And its grace unfold
Gets my trepid allegiances

Left from center,
outside right,
fringes and gaunt.

The night was mine
alone just as everyone
in doubt and need.

Lingering inside
the day waits for no one
but the fortunate.

Ahead of me,
tentative fingers
seep through.

They tunnel between
dissolving ink,
dispersing the abysmal

trenches of waiting
tides....

I want to smile and laugh

I close my eyes and sleep

I hear you laugh
Nothing's ever made me so sad than when I see you smile

Your happiness cuts through my skin
Sinking in like black ink
Your simple life
Is everything I want
The need to have what you have
Is so strong
I would **** for it

That black ink is what keeps me going
You are what keeps me going.

I want to have a conversation,
A real one, not snippets of speech
I desire to dive into your cranial ocean
To discover plant life and new species.
Your waves push me back,
And your moon pulls me away.
I understand our emotions aren't the same.
You're happy when I stay
Floating on the surface.

I'm an open book
With pages turning in the wind
I'll let you read all of my sentences.
You could admire
All the ugly pictures,
That I find sacred
Like the scriptures.
Fold me up like dog ears
In places you
Want to be remembered.
Tear out a page, it's yours to take
Bend my spine, make me out of shape.

Just let me sink at the end of the day.

-SLuR