Fire away Fire away
Live for a minute.
Live for a day.
Love when it's lost
Die when it's found.
A purposeful prose
Is all that it costs.
My heart doth confound
With that red bright rose.
Fire away, Fire away

I've been hurt before by love
But fly off and away like a dove.
The sting goes away
With each passing day,
But when once I was young
And first learned love stung...
That pain is here to stay.

I met your little sister
On my walk home from school.
Told her I was a dancer
She thought that's pretty cool.
She wore your little jacket
From those days which we so loved
The slice of you returned to me
But, like with the whole, I stood idly.
Only you have slipped through my hands
Twice.

College stole my sun away,
Ending my eternal day.
The summer I loved froze over
In my home of clouded Dover.

The airport was a frigid waste
And I clutched to mine with haste
The one whom I would hate to leave,
The one whom in my past deceived.

The twinkle in those eyes
Could shame the stars of our skies
For while I swoop in; steal a kiss,
I know it is me she'll truly miss.

Here its warming hold takes grip
Safety upon a sinking ship.
Here I feel its calming heat
As underneath, my life would sink.
Here it starts to drag me down,
Far into the azure underground,
For a life jacket cannot rise
Towing me towards the skies.
I sank beneath the ocean blue
My bomber pulled me to my doom.

I see you everytime I close my eyes.
I blink, I sleep, I fall to your gaze.
As long as I live, for all of my days,
I am eternally haunted by your lies.

I think of the love we shared 'neath skies
Blue, with foxglove poison, sweet and poison haze.
But in my mind, your likeness stays,
Where once we loved... Now I despise.

I hate myself for loving you
Despise the words I gave us two
Because what was once cannot remain.

Now I cannot call us 'we'
Now it only can be called 'me'
Because what we had, you've slain.

Hello, friend.
I'm back again.
Alone again.
Undone again.

Hello, friend.
It's me again.
Do you see again
What you are to me again?

Hello, friend.
I'll just go again.
To the void again.
Without you again.

Goodbye, friend.

A dark star awake
The coal eye of my heavens
A pitch black morning

Hello. I am words.
I have taken your voice, stolen your swords
But still you read onwards
Though be it for naught?
For I am just words. But you truly
Are not.

To sit. In tears.
Alone.
The one who used to wipe my tears
Was there. With him.
With them.

But I.
Would spend.
Prom night. At home.

No one asked.

3,454 and a half.
Hexagonal.
Tessellated.

2.
Heart-shaped.
An infinite rhythm.

To see you when the fires stop burning,
To see you when it is done.
The city we raised and razed together,
The world which won't stop turning.

Defeat is vicious to your mind
Intellect cannot stand
To see the paper cities burn,
To see your dreams and mine.

I sit here at my brother's stone
Beneath which he doth rest.
I fiddled upon our rooftops
While the Visigoths sacked Rome.

Six lines can say more than six pages.
But authors and poets have dissimilar wages.
Why?

You can call me autumn
Cause I'm falling for you.

Here we go again with our
Little games, but this here's
A war zone, I'm in my finest hour.

Whatever you say, wherever you go
I will be with you forevermore.

It's a wonderful night to die.
The sky is stark from the lights around,
And below my feet are traffic sounds,
Wherein I hear a stricken cry.

It is a wonderful dawn to die.
The sunrise gives my gray surrounds
A color like the shedding's of hounds.
But my cowardice cannot let me fly.

It is a wonderful day to die.
All about, feelings of love abound,
Excepting me. I am alone as if in the ground.
But I do not want to die.

It is a horrible dusk to die.
The sun sets slowly, beneath the hallowed ground.
Within my mind, I behold the eternal town.
Safe in bed, I sleep alone. It matters not to me tonight.

Flying by the seat of my pants.
Writing and typing a glorious dance.
Loving and living in lines on a page.
Happy and saddened and uncontrolled rage.

Writing with no message.
Breathing life where oughtn't be.
Just typing and writing by the seat of my pants.
Waltzing about without music to dance.

A dream is eternal. Immortal. Infinite.
A life is not. That is all.

Don't tell me how to live my life
Don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what you've learnt
For I shall learn it soon.

Run away from life for me.
Sigh another day for me.
Lie your life away for me.
Run and hide away from me.
My love will calmly wait for thee.

Ah, the darkness.
The warm, calm darkness.
That satisfying darkness.
I am nothing here.
The world is nothing here.
Everything is darkness here.

The one I love is somewhere near.
The distances are nothing here.
There is only darkness here.

I live in the fantasy of my mind's devising
The universe of my newest rising.
Though fogbanks often cloud the view
Of the place I fell in love with you.

I am a dreamer.
I am a thought.
Industrious steamer,
I'm certainly not.
I care too much
For ideas and such.
For I am a dreamer.
I am a thought.

The windows, lo, are boarded, shuttered.
As is the heart, with final flutter

7,150,000,000 people see
1 day in
7,150,000,000 ways.

That is how
1 day becomes
19,589,041 years.

Fire is rising.
I, engulfed by flames of passion,
Succumb to tongues of fire
I was burned by a remorseless liar
And have since turned some what ashen,
It matters not. Fire is rising.

I sat before an empty plain
My life laid out and bare,
Excepting all my misfortunes,
Hidden I know not where.

Looking back on these odd times
Which are gone so quick and deft,
My life was filled with happiness
Compared to what I've left.

My world was never going to end;
I still remain in Dover,
Though I know that this can never last;
I'll miss it when it's over.