The sweetest joy
Maniacal ploy
The plot thickens
I start grinning
As the goosebumps
Crawl up my spine
Its time to get even
Even if that means
Leaving my current
Mental state of sanity
Death to humanity
I guess its the imperfect
Man in me
My morals hide
My smile is wide
Now is the time
That vengance is mine

Revenge is just a quick fix
That quickly slips from fingertips
Purse your lips and take a sip
It just tastes too good.

I'm not really a rude person,
I'm just being like this
in order for you not to notice
that I'm starting to like you.

Late at night is when I think
And try to I clear my head
I often stay awake all night
Just laying in my bed

As soon as I get comfy
Thoughts start racing in
I start to question everything
and regret my every sin

At first the thoughts are gentle
Like what will I do tomorrow
But as time crawls by; they escalate
Till I'm drowning in my sorrow

I think of all my failures
Every detail of what I did wrong
After hours of reliving pain
I convince myself I don't belong

I suddenly feel isolated
and like the silence will never end
I feel like I will never escape
There's too much I just can't mend

I feel overpowered and worthless
Like I'll never do anything right
I hide till the world fades away
And I'm awoken by the light

I realize a new day has come
It's time to put on a brave face
I put those negative thoughts away
Until I return to this place

as night falls,
lay down in the quiet.
as night falls,
the air is heavy
the air is cool,
lay down in the reverie.
as night falls,
my thoughts
cross years, heavy
heart and tears,
so I lay down, dreaming.
as night falls,
need to be grounded,
need to to know your
your life turned out
best or better than the rest ...
so I lay down.
as nights falls,
my mind wanders,
across your smile,
across the times
we once had, snared thoughts
shared moments
but night has fallen,
the shadows hide,
the gap so wide, the distance
from my memory,
to the reality, of how close
we had become, then...
                                                         ­                 what we have lost,
                                                           ­   more than hands reaching,
                                                  searc­hing for one another,...
so as night falls,
so do our echoed
goodbyes, unheard
forever.

See you on the other side.

Unbridled ego  .  .  .
Yearns to be anything real,
  .  .  .  Keeps painting a smear.

My words take wing
like birds they fly and sing
like bees
they sometimes sting.
My words bring me to understand the hand I have in understanding others.

The urge to
write a new piece
it comes up
like the feeling you get
right before you're about
to throw up
in the back seat
of a bad idea

but it's not all bad
you always feel better after
well, right after
anyways

then you sip some water
close your eyes
say never again

but that's the whole
fun of it,
after all