I’m old but still new. Captured you outside a photo. Never so soft. Hardened by fear and anguish. You wanted to be left alone. So now i am. Can’t catch a break. This is what i have. So far fine. So far gone. Meet me later if you dare. I’m so lost. Find my way. Day so dark the clouds cry tears. Shattered here. Broken heart. Work alone can’t find my part. Empty threats left behind some imagery. You found a home. Left me none. Broke your promise. It’s like you’ve won. My time will come. For death or reckoning. Plucked my wings. Smashed my records. Not so nice. Eternal cave like bristling with mayhem and vanity. Rolled up sleeves. Lower morals. Fiendish flames flicker faint. No more stories. Nothing here. Empty ego. Broken springs.

Ghost faction
Batten down the hatches
Four leaves turn green at different degrees
She never loved you
She never will
Turn me on
I’ve been off
Nothing so lapsed
As the life i live daily
Met my fate
Eternal hate
Morbid drippings of a forecast less whimsy
I can’t i can’t
It seems to be over now
Always been under
Before forlorn
Siamese request
Amble drapery left shadows cast
Out back forefront
**** thoughts overgrown
Cheap threat within the palm
Leaflet drawn upon
I’ll use the napkins
Profound misplacement word cued
Up
Left alone
Haunted home

I’m often quiet because i have nothing to say

When i do speak, it’s nothing interesting

I have nothing to do
Nowhere to be
Nobody wants me

Nobody checks in
“Hey, how’s it going”

Guess people have caught on
I’m just no one

Even this writing
Is done in vain

Don’t call me later.
I’d rather you texted

My life is mismanaged
Try to catch up, think fast
Too slow.

I’m so far behind
I just caught a whiff of your ****
Two years late.

You smile, blink your eyes
And turn away
From the rumination

It’s hard to start something new.
It’s even harder
when your past breathes harder
Than your present.

There is nothing poetic about sitting in a dark locker room and crying at work.

There is no redemption in laying on your couch all weekend and watching forensic files.

There is nothing pretty about this place - where suffering means nothing.

Reach farther,
She isn't totally repulsed
by your bald sweaty head
and Sensitive blotchy skin.

May as well hide my face
and starve this desire

You deserve more than my
infantile objectification
I've coveted your beauty,
packed your image away
within this place in my mind.

I'm not the type to let my blood
Drip on others, in fact
I pay special mind to ensure
The poison stays inside.

When you ignore me
it hurts and I lose footing.

You asked to come with me
to get coffee
Of course you can - always.

I'm too ashamed to tell you
how I feel
And how hearing your voice
fills me with excitement and
Anticipation.

Cheers to you
and the longing
In my heart

Last night in bed
I imagined your face
In front of
a setting sun

Surrounded by
The amber sky
Your smile was radiant

I tried separating
The pain in my heart
From the gratitude I feel
for witnessing your existence