Out the window
(Speckled glass)
Lives being lived
(I'm sitting on my ***)

On the kitchen clock
(When will I paint these beige walls?)
Time being ticked.
(So it goes, after all)

And even on the street,
That kitchen clock does tick,
Madly, furiously ticking-too fast
As a life quickly fades
(But not mine this time)

We (and I) don't care
'Cause we weren't there
We(I)'ve no idea
How to feel.

One life's a tragedy
Two lives are jaw dropping.
A sports team is urban terror.
Fifty lives, a massacre,
And at one hundred it doesn't matter anymore

Rest in peace,
Dear lives seen
(On speckled glass)
I'm not afraid to die|
           Because humans are bad at counting.

465

I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air—
Between the Heaves of Storm—

The Eyes around—had wrung them dry—
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset—when the King
Be witnessed—in the Room—

I willed my Keepsakes—Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable—and then it was
There interposed a Fly—

With Blue—uncertain stumbling Buzz—
Between the light—and me—
And then the Windows failed—and then
I could not see to see—

Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.

If you knew then
  that the last embrace was the LAST time you will be in her arms
would you have hugged a little tighter

If you knew then
  that the last fight was the LAST time you disagreed with her
would you have been more forgiving

If you knew then
  that the last dance was your LAST time you would be in her arms
would you have danced a little longer

If you knew then
that the last gift was the LAST gift you would ever give her
would you have put in a little more thought  into the present

If you knew then
that the last stroll together was the LAST time you walked hand in hand
would you have walked a little further

If you knew then
  that the last time you saw her smile was the last time she smiled back at you
would you have captured the moment forever in your heart

If you knew then
   that the last time she cried on you shoulder was the LAST time she would need your support
would you been more understanding and supportive

If you treat every moment
  as possibly the last moment
would you not then LIVE in the MOMENT?

This poem was written
To show you how I feel.
This poem was written
To express the emotions I could no longer conceal.

I can't hold it back,
I just have to tell you.
But I have a feeling
That you already knew.

You're so easy to talk to
And so easy to care for.
I can't hold this
Back anymore.

You and me.
That's all I can think about.
I love you,
There's no doubt.

I could sit here for days
And list everything I love about you.
I could sit here and list
The dreams I have, too.

If it took me three weeks
To  love you this fast,
Then I can honestly say
That our love will last.

finishing a book
is just like
killing a christian family
on a drunk Sunday drive

finishing a book
is just like
slamming your clean-shaven face
into a brick wall

finishing a book
is just like
inhaling pure oxygen
and then spontaneously combusting
into thin air

finishing a book
is just like
brushing your teeth so hard
that crimson paste drips from
the corners of your mouth

finishing a book
is just like
watching a toddler bathe
himself in lighter fluid

finishing a book
is just like
puking when you're passed out.