Hello poets and hello love,
Remember my belly button,
It had some fuzz,
Hilarious myth
That was actually true,
I was selfish the years I had with you.

I'm sorry.

I want to start completely anew,
And love every second of all that you do.
I want to learn what's all in your head,
The nights after work as we lay in our bed,
Every minute apart is completely a waste,
I dream and wish and pray for those days.

There are no transmissions any more
Just long rocking emotions
sitting on the front porch of life
The skin of our teeth leaves
a vacuous  hunger
for the virginity of thought
But the magic inferred
leaves nothing but a sunset's ray
of goodbye upon the plains
of yesterday's regrets

I love you,
I love you, from the bottom of my heart,

I'll whisper that,
In your ears,
When we're no longer apart.
(I bet it gives you chills)

You did the same to me,
All those nights really late,
I'd ride my bike to you,
And I'd hop over those gates,
Then in through the window,
Where you would be awake,
(a few times you weren't)

That mile and a half,
Riding in the dark,
Sometimes it was foggy,
But there were always sparks,

I've tried living without you,
It's been nothin but a mess,
If I have to live without you,
I'll be miserable at best.

So I say again my beautiful girl
I love you
I love you, from the bottom of my heart.

I saw war machines between the clouds
and while the sky was burning
people on the ground were living carelessly,
ignoring the Apocalypse above.

I saw a madman hysterically laughing and dancing
amongst  people with bleeding smiles
and I, as one of them,
was wandering by the river,
watching, listening,
not knowing if anything was real.

(A stranger took a picture of me
and I felt pretty.)

Then finding myself in the middle of nowhere
I saw demons burning everything I owned
—a poem, a dress, and your picture—
My legs frightened running and running and running
until my body touched the ground.
Breathless, suffocating,
I knew then
that it was the end.

There are clouds covering my soul
and I know the rain they're crying
is hurting your heart too.
I'd make it nice and shiny
just so you can feel the warmth,
but I don't know how to do it anymore.
Clouds of silence darkening me whole
unspoken words I have for you
are dying under the tempest
while the blank page stares at me
and I feel useless.

A rain of fire
burning us both.

The sun always shines after a storm
and I hope
a rainbow will appear
before these falling flames
will turn us to ashes
flying over the ocean between.

we wait in apprehension
victims consternation
of a futuristic image
where love is lost
in the darkness
because the sun no longer shines
down upon the sinners
who fail to shoot the moon
and so we shoot our brothers
without consideration
a evil sense of admiration
we fall
into a world
a beautiful disease
where peace is the cure
that truly can not be found