Your eyes
are dark and
dull...

I could've
sworn they
were bright blue
when we
first
met.

Ms. Miss Me
Messes with the mess
Of Me
Messianic Masonic Messiah
Making mountainous modules
Manufactured from the make-shift
Makings of my soul
Which lifts me
Higher than before
It’s
Mysterious mysticallity
How you made me
After you met me
The misogynistic misogamist misfit
Meets Ms. Perfect
You misled me
You knew I didn’t want to fall in love
I mistreated you
And now
I miss seeing you
Mr. Missed Her
Mistakenly misunderstood
Her magic
For a trick
My mania must mean
I’m
Malevolently maiming my mind
Never mind me
NO!
Forever mind me
You’re forever mine
Even if only in the mind
My metal moccasins
Stump through
The mine field
On my quest to find you
Again
Constant explosions
Milling
A million
M-80’s to make
A metaphor
Of the fire within
The fireworks
I mean
Hopefully the fire works
I destroyed your
Mint commission
I meant condition
Your mint condition
Was devalued
From my mixed intentions
And messages
Monotonous tasks
To get you back
I get your back
And stay forever
In your past

Empty
M.T.
Mt. Empty

You built me
Just to leave me
Empty

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new

Whose name you meditate --
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

my heart shattered into pieces
words are wrapped under my skin
the red skies are coming through your shadows
stories are untold, letters are unfold
hands are shaking, eyes tired from crying
i really miss the melody of your laughter
the serenity and butterflies i get
everytime i see you smile
the galaxies and stars inside your shining eyes
how i miss your body and soul
the way you talk and the way you walk
why do you have to leave?
why do you have to go?
don't leave me alone with these broken pieces
i see you on every faces in the streets
i see you on the white ceiling in a cold morning
i see you in the heavy rain
i see you on the blue sky after the sun rises
your smile fades on a summer breeze,
leaves me alone with the humming leaves
only 3 words left out:
*i miss you.

If with my eyes I see no pain
would it be me or the world to go insane?
If with my ears I hear no cries
would it be me or the world who dies?
If with my hands I feel no scars
would it be me or the world behind bars?
If with my nose I smell no smoke
would it be me or the world to choke?
If with my tongue I taste no blood
would it be me or the world to be set a flood?