With both of your hands
And all your weight against the bathroom sink,
You somehow manage to meet the gaze
                Of your own reflection
                Drenched in yellow luminescence.
And as I lay with ****** knuckles
in a crumpled heap of intoxication,
Your eyes shift to me
Though you avert them when you see
That mine are still open.
Open, and glazed, but just clear enough to see you
See me for a precious moment
Before you take her hand,
Step into your bedroom,
And close the door

                               On all we should have done
                               And all that could have been

Perfectly messed up hair
flowing in the wind of shorts that are too short
and flowered shoulder bags
overpriced at your favorite hippie store.

You don't see what I see.

You see tattoos,
your grandfather's old fedora,
and a killer smile

I see a heart that is too big,
Eyes made from an angel's soul,
and a laugh that makes the world keep spinning.

I could write this a thousand times
and each time, it becomes more cliche.
I should stop now while I still have last night's
whiskey making friends with my innermost thoughts.

"The hardest thing you will ever go through is your own life"
I won't forget that
but I don't believe that.

The hardest thing to go through
is watching another life go on...
without you in it.

You aren't the Aladdin to Jasmine
or even Prince Eric to Ariel.

You are that song that comes on the radio
that gives you that invincible feeling.
The rain on a day where you just want to stay in
and dream away.

Read to me one more time, please
"If my childhood could love you"

I like the way your voice sounds when you're not sure
if the audience is listening to you.
I like the way your voice sounds when
you are overflowing with devotion.

I like the way we are now.
Distant friends, catching up at the right moments.
Inspiring each other to create the next masterpiece.

We will go our different ways eventually.
You will dazzle the world's population with your words,
and I will fade into a distant memory.

in the night
I see
her

touching me
hugging me
kissing me

and then she asks
“do you love
me?”

and in the night
I have the confidence
to say yes
as I reach down
with a smile
for another
kiss

but then as our lips touch
the dream breaks
and I am left dazed
in the dark
of my
bed room

I look over at the pillow
I clutch between my arms
and sigh

I close my eyes again
hoping for the dream
to return

There he was
Laying on his back bleeding
Grass beneath him
In the median, lifeless
Hat still on his head

Quickly I prayed
Breath return to his lungs
Capture the air that now fails him
Heart layed dormant
Not a sound in the chambers

All is still
As the calm before the storm
In the eye of the hurricane
No sounds to be heard
No sense of movement

False sense on serenity
Though now in perfect peace
He rests while sirens blaze
Love that is unfailing
As he sleeps now surround him

Thoughts of his family
On his arrival they wait
Path crossed unaware
They may anger he tarries
Sudden yearning in their hearts

Together we all came
Unable to continue our journeys
Affected by this sight
In this untimely death
Humanity we found

But where were we all
When no one watched
Making sure he safely crossed
In such a hurry we always are
We rather **** than a minute late arrive

Guilt now encircles your soul
Consumed by your mistake
An accident, never you meant to harm
Dreams that now haunt
Blunder everlasting

Slow down dear love
Our brothers are running
His mother is crying
Her son she's buried
Memories of him now fading

They said she was a strange girl
The odd one out in any group
Dressed in black, like a vampire
So they threw stones at her

She liked to listen to Heavy Rock
While they listened to the lastest Pop
Spat at her, rubbed things in her hair
Called her bad names and dragged her down

She excelled at school. she did her best
She was always the top of her class
Still they would make her life a misery
Tears would stain her black eye liner

Her parents found her, hanging in her room
With a note telling of the sadness of her life
Those that caused it, they never cared
Over the death of a poor strange girl