I'm left here
Leaving
Knowing nothing more than moments
Of mediocre shadowed by exceptional

Searching the synaptic spaces
Where perfection finds home

Living in chaotic chemistry
With thoughts of your flawless presence

I am leaving you here now
Imagining a legacy
Discovered by failures and unreal expectations
The foundation we were built on

The closest I have come to suicide are the moments my pencil tip was close enough to my wrists to rewrite my history.

To find my blood line and dictionary write out the way of human life. A few fleeting moments from giving my words wings and falling into the growing sky.

Suicide is ever present in these poems. I have chosen to bleed suicide into a mass of dictionary definitions, instead of falling victim to another story ended too soon.

We are silent film directors partitioned into different reels of reality. Quietly yelling sign language in the direction of creating something more than ourselves. If silence were love my poetry would walk away without you.