My thoughts are achromatic
Indifference is the bane of poetry
Hard to write when you can't feel.
Hard to feel since, well, You know.

i've locked You away
Every place i've ever been
Only for You to be
On my mind again
i've buried You down
In the bottom of a bottomless pit
Regardless of how i dismiss You
On my soul You sit

Today, there's a weight on my soul
A nostalgic burden of corner stones
Foundations and ruined roads
And you know
All could be lifted
With one single, "Hello."

Unexplainable
and incapable
of certainties
in certain seas
I indeed
see you in me
while days digress
In a dim-lit departure
the depths my of soul dwell
aptly in art, sure
but when the bruises
brag and I bereave
I can't believe
What lies beneath
the brisk night breeze
and subtleties
thus I remain rattled and riveted
and never have I ever
been more livid, Kid.

I lived life and enjoyed it the same
but always
there will be pain
just when it looked up
the thunderstorm came
but there's nothing like the gleam of the street
just after it's rained

As I replicate my thoughts
recollect my intentions
and
re-seize my emotions.



I find that
Time has a funny way of distorting things.



It
revives the life that
reveals the truth that
reviles a saint..



look at now
not then..
not when..

The only way that
time makes sense.



Man, men
mice, moose
it doesn't matter really

lose that thought.