I'm coming down from my high
I spent all day getting
                         drunk off of
my own loneliness

            so I sit here

sobering up   ,
                               eyes blurred
                                             vision

people pass me
            
                     I pull up my
socks
               straighten my skirt

and avert my gaze

careful not to make eye contact

lest someone see

                       how ****** up
         gorgeous I am.

do you ever
think that

maybe we were just too different

to be meant for each other?


i believe in souls.
you are stuck in the mud of being clearheaded and logical

i write poetry
you get frustrated trying to get words to rhyme

i try to fill up this hole in my heart
you never had a hole to begin with

i have scars on my wrist
you tried to fix it because it felt wrong

i have so much hurt in my heart
and you



...
and you

and

well
i guess you do too.

The crisp sounds
of the trail
the pure nature
the peace of it all
yet
A headache that was too much to bare
made my nose drip blood
and taint some purified leafs
Guilt began to strangle me
I picked up the two stained leafs
the leafs illuminated the color red
against its dark brown canvas
my nose was still bleeding
The crisp sounds were shuttering about
I fall to my knees
with the leafs in hand
I look up to the branched covered sky
and think
Guilt
the feeling tightens around my neck
and my wrists
making me let go of the leafs
the pressure in my skull made the blood from my nose spew
the constriction grew stronger
and stronger
as I fall to my side
and grasp for one last breathe
i think
Guilt

waking up in a bed
too soaked in tears
too worn by the thrashing body swarmed by nightmares
too old to hold back its squeaks
too tired of the stupid nonsense that occurs on random nights
waking up in a room
that has been beaten
that has been stormed through
that has been yelled at
that has been deteriorating by the guests' own selfishness
waking up
is hard to do
when the first thing you see each ******* morning
is your own self destruction

the smile
the charm
the love
the care
no one can take it away
the hate
the anger
the loathe
the rage
only you can push it aside
the sadness
the loneliness
the hurt
the sorrow
we all feel it at some time
the feelings
the lessons
the light
the dark
everyone goes through their ****

infinity expands beyond
the penury of wanton
hunger in his eyes

knowing...

I'll lay prone as he
tastes my last breath,
beginning to end

bending...

me gently in position;
persuasion giving
pleasurable warmth

folding...

within his heat one
touch at a time as his
consumption left
me

trembling...

fore, he's all I know
as the sun sets
whispering our love

beckoning...

from our soul to feel
wants cling in between
lust and need as sunbeams
slide across the breadth
of Us

complete...

and the last rays ebb behind
the horizon; eclipsing between
uttered sighs and hungry kisses

buried in the essence of Us...

Summer rainbow ribbon still stretches in the blue rain

As green snakes dance to the tune of charmer’s jazz flutes

Blue butterflies chase velvety bumblebees singing duets in vain

Summer laughs around red velvety roses and green fruits.



As green snakes dance to the tune of charmer’s jazz flutes

Summer ends her path over meadow, with a dream of green

Summer laughs around red velvety roses and green fruits

Moon shines behind the barrier of cloud's fence, as a queen.



Summer ends her path over meadow, with a dream of green

Into the autumn's sky with puffs of cotton clouds and floating light

Moon shines behind the barrier of cloud's fence, as a queen.

And dancing green shadows sprites appear all round the sight.



Into the autumn's sky with puffs of cotton clouds and floating light

Blue butterflies chase velvety bumblebees singing duets in vain

And dancing green shadows sprites appear all round the sight.

Summer rainbow ribbon still stretches in the blue rain.

Practice makes certain,
scratches make perfect.
A voice like a needle etching into your brain in your head.
Waking you from bed like a mother would, or a lover instead.

Clouds make curtains
on the end of a stage for a man-made person.
Bringing out who someone wants them to be in time to show who's better.
Someone listening behind the scenes like a fly on the wall, because they know you can't take the pressure.

Only I know you're a jumper in this world, winking, flinching.
Hurting yourself more every second you don't tear down this wall.

I sit here,
trying to write my masterpiece.
Or is it just a piece to master your heart?
I don't feel that I am taking advantage.
But rather, I am gaining a point of vantage.
So I can watch you...and gauge you.
So I can gauge your feelings, if any,
for me.
But I cannot tell you what I see.
There is a cloud of ambiguity,
surrounding you.
What do I do?
Do I send you this masterpiece of ****?
This is my vantage point, this is it.
This is how I can tell, if it'll be heaven or hell
with you.