Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate masked in a pretty face and the name babe.

Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate portrayed in a game where winning and losing are the same.

Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate spelled with a different four letters, and it's much more cliche.

Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate misused with mistrust
so how can anyone feel at home when you say that you're in love?

I'm freaking out.
I'm scared, of losing you.
You aren't responding, and I can't tell why,
So I apologize to my eyes,
For all the tears that they're about to cry.

I like you because you make me angry.
I like you because you make me joyful.
I like you because you make me sad.
I like you because you make me happy.
I like you because you make me cry.
I like you because you make me smile.
I like you because you make me disappointed.
I like you because you make me proud.

I like you because you make me **alive.

Worries before sleep
Obsession upon waking
Is that what love is?

Suicidal thoughts of thoughts
Headaches from wonders
Is that what love is?

Emotions so powerful they can only be expressed by physical pains
Physical pains so powerful they can only be subdued by emotions
Is that what love is?

Smiles immediately after tears
Anger immediately after joy
Is that what love?

The subject of movies, poems, and books
A taboo unknown but often heard of
Is that what love is?

If so, then the most beautiful contradiction in life is so simple it is complex.

Me
I'm

"the yin, the dishonesty, the wilted flower, the missed bus, the south pole, the depressive, the bad, the foul, the sinner, the mad, the spoiled and spilled milk, the F on your final paper, the nightmare, the rain, sleet, snow, thunder, and lightning."

You
You're

"the yang, the truth, the full bloom of spring, the early bird, the north pole, the manic, the good, the superior, the saint, the sane, the right amount of sweet in your cereal, the A+ when you least expected it, the daydream, the bright, beautiful, sunny, with a cool breeze day."

They say we mesh well, that we need the one to appreciate the other, that without me; there would be no you.

And so I put the bullet in the chamber, not knowing whether to bite it, or to save it for the rain, sleet, snow, thunder, and lightning.

overage of senses
scents and repentance
ego tripping, boosting and a love simple like friendship.

a paramount attraction
lust and pride in equal fractions
the type to make you think lest you display the mind's reaction.

baby steps on wide sets
of stairs that lead to monumental ***
have made you make me write this text.

as I catch glances
you increase your second chances
a rose is a rose is a rose, but for those who know,
it just don't sum up our romances.

soft strokes awake me in the early morning
neck kisses and ear whispers float across my body
fluffs of hair, winks of eyes
saying you make me happy
is a sad excuse for an understatement.

guitar riffs move cheap **** as she sits in corners.
shake that hair ever so violently I just might have to warn her
if she does it again, it is off with her head.

layer upon layer
layer upon overlay
multiples of subtraction
fools of the oldest days
sunshine stained
blessed by attraction
cooler than the coldest rain
moonlit plain
a growth flourished by ticks and tocks
a love not concerned with any of these clocks.

the sky is that color again
that wretchedly beautiful grey,
utterly depressing,
yet soothing all at once.

I smile
and wink
and flirt
and talk
Sometimes I make myself sick
Thinking about that night and why we had our first kiss.

banking the movements of unorthodox room occupying elephants is only relevant to the elegant.

painted by sunshine and beers with lime
I'll take my ankles grazed by mounds of sand
with a simple soothing crash of bubbles.
The only place I feel at home outside of my own mind
you can find me opening cans with the ******,
sipping down warm breeze to **** our troubles.

picking apart the intimate details of a love affair gone wrong
a one way street leading to a destination too far along.
an over invested boy with a under interested girl
tables turned in due time and the gift was but the world.
but favored odds were not yet stacked
the envelopes of time had still been backed.
so when circumstances change and it is not one sided
don't seem like you're not knowledgeable as to why you are divided.

can't tolerate
you drowning in my adjectives
but floating in my admiration,
I
have
been
waiting
for the day realization shakes hands with judgement
a new friendship built
one which will last,
until
the
end
of
us.

better to have loved then lost
cause hate creates a weighing cost
before that tombstone was embossed
you were gone and so was love
so aren't they the same as love that's lost?

It felt like it needed to
but more powerful
All the movements were blurred
but more visible
like I knew them
like I watched them everyday
almost like second nature
but they were first
it was just a land of green & brown
everywhere I looked, everywhere I turned
I wanted to explore
I wanted to see it
from different angles and perspectives
UP CLOSE & far away
I wanted to hear it
it's different beats with frequencies
pitches, timbres, & depths
I wanted to smell it
the sweet, the spicy, even the undesirable
but mostly,
I wanted to feel it
not just physical, by the touch of my skin
or the grasp of my finger nails
but mentally
I needed to know it's thoughts
it's beliefs, it's ideals
it's idea of moral value & standard
but spiritually
it's feelings, emotions, and attitudes
it's ups & downs, highs & lows
but really
I noticed
I noticed something beautiful
That this exploration made me want to explore it's coexistence with me.

took your yarn of cliche statements
spun the ball
knitted it without a loom or needle
wore it as a hat
until it turned to fall
kept me warm
protected me of the breeze
when asked who created it
I replied none at all
puzzled the looks on faces
of onlookers and askers
who had no understanding
that this hat was just a call
a cry between arguments
a plea bargain with no money
simply this was a collective
brought on by a brawl

till the flame burns down and flickers at last,
till the wick burns down and turns to ash,
till the scent leaves and there is no more wax,
i will continue loving you.

I've never known love
But you look like the type to cue a girl in
With the right aim
You could have me in your pocket.

her eyes are a catalyst for the weak
she smiles while they weap
only trials stretch her beak
as she comes full circle
showing you, she too
is incomplete.

notoriety has given me nothing but whispers
whispers,
when combined with coo's of birds,
line the wires that lie above me.

they say you and i are the exact same.
i think we are different
from two different worlds
with all different words
you, infamous
i, unfamous
but, with such visible similarities
how can one tell how you and i contrast?

devils dance as if
their lips were never kissed,
so sad it's near bliss.

you love me
my rise as well as my fall
and,
i hate you
cause you think you know it all

no longer surrounded by descriptive words
the kind that make you find a place in research
the kind that spark that acute sense of anger
because, as you know, you lack the knowledge to comprehend.
no longer surrounded by mixed emotions
the kind that make you stutter
the kind that spark the mouth's defense mechanism,
because, as you know, you lack the free will to hold back.
no longer surrounded by fancy titles
the kind that make you hope for escape
the kind that spark that ever so familiar, peter-pan syndrome
because, as you know, you lack the prose to get away.

fragments of ornaments adorn my January floor
still lingering in the rafts is the scent of pine and pie.
because, really, there is only one silver lining to lost leaves

she was the bow tie to his three piece suit,
always, aiming for the neck
while finding a way to pull it all together
painted in anger and decorated with stripes

******* on the ground, socks on the duvet, mouth on his head.
boxers on the floor, shirt on the pillow, beard in between legs.
two numbers, making one
hopefully making none after you ***.

I curl my toes with initiative,
roll my eyes back to see my own thoughts,
clench my knuckles for fear of losing grip,
This heart racing against the mind
in the marathon of events
only seems to catch spurts of energy,
whereas,
the mind turns gears at a robotic pace
a well oiled machine
working the inter-workings of this devious feign
so it seems,
love is more of a flickering flame,
however; no matter the wind,
lust burns at a pace all the same.

fine prints and wine stains
vanilla scented candles and smooth jazz
pretty glass table,
scratched by party favors of Friday's past,
do you prefer red or white in your glass?

gasoline and fire
bow tie tuxedo
scuffed once shiny shoes
yesterday's Sunday paper
red convertible
throw's him the keys,
you're driving honey.

cold front coming
come back running
heat wave leaving
leaves stop breathing
breath seen seeping

such a trend, the burning of nostrils
such a fad, the decimation of teeth
such a leader, the inhaler of fumes
such a cool kid, who followed them all and ended up only to CHOKE
On    
      his
           own
                  *****.
I promise!
such a skeleton, the teller of all these tales.

Indentations of beautiful expectations.
I want to be lost in you.
Until we are lost in wrinkles.

fingertip grooves feel tree bark grooves as it moves so smooth I'm soothed.
you've looked with eyes,
never felt with sense
denying the other 4 seems of not enough intent.

moth smell
dusty grains,
light fragments
cloth smothered areas,
noise of nations unrecognizable
colors, plaids, stripes,
the hunt for something unique
a new hand me down.
always brings a smile to my face.

moth smell
dusty grains,
light fragments
cloth smothered areas,
noise of nations unrecognizable
colors, plaids, stripes,
the hunt for something unique
a new hand me down.
always brings a smile to my face.

surfing the surface of the sun I seem to have seen the somber
kaleidoscopic butterflies brushed by the taste of metallic fantasies.

grazing the grasp of the grass I have gotten a glimpse
venomous ants accepting the fact they are no longer ample amidst my anchors.

containing the crowds of clouds I have caught a concert
deceiving pigeons peeping their precious pasts as they pull towards my parchment.

Who could weather they ways I write whilst weeping at the wondrous woe's of nature?

chattering teeth
give away this awful cowardice
honesty at best, couldn't honor promises.
how is it I seem to care so much,
yet know you oh so little?
a riddle tickling each one of my ribs,
to the cold shouldered,
I'm just a shiver.

Sift thru these depressing records
Burn the bad ones darling,
Discordant sounds amongst waves of human speech
Allowances built upon misery's need for company
Pressed wax with aim's to spark set-backs,
Step back,
See the bigger frame
Record upon your mind
A classic masterpiece for the day.

batted eyelashes
winked eyelids
open doors
clothes fall to floors

silk on satin
both on carpet
you got the lighter baby?
please, let me spark it.

Inhale
Dilate
Circulate
Brain cells annihilate.

skin on hair
both on mattress
you got that *** baby?
please, let me smack it.

Turn around
Up and Down
Headboard Pound.

r e l e a s e

light another up
sheets on bodies
bodies on each other.