Here you are -
frozen in time.
Here i have captured
The warmth of your smile

Lines speak experience,
Framing ageless eyes.
Your infectious radiance
Tells me no lies.

No joy is contained,
No emotion forced.
There is no need for restraint -
No need for remorse.

This moment will survive,
Unspoiled by time and wear.
Even after death arrives,
You'll always be there.

For my best friend, Naomi

like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you came to me
gently,
with the soothing voice
of a sweaty spring
thank you, old friend
for being able to be
dark enough to see
the hidden light
in me

i will not go into the times we shared
asphyxia and summer air
juxtaposed to form
an inseparable pair

who am I, old friend
when the ship´s horn blares
if you made me who I am
(if you made me scarce)

like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you left me
softly, without
any warning of
the lack of color
(there would be)
without your splendor

i think i need to be the ******* the train for a little while.
i've got some things i need to figure out on my own.
things that can only be sorted by the passing scenery of a big city or the green of a countryside.
and things that i can't think about when others who know me so well and can tell just what i'm thinking by looking at me are around.
i need to fall into the fast motion picture before my eyes and embrace the chaos that is my mind and just go wild. for i am changing and growing with each passing millisecond and i cannot become who i am meant to be unless i let go of everything i have ever known. the comforts of home no longer comfort me, they confront me. that's how i know it's time to go.

yes.

i need to be the ******* the train for a little while.

•abe

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I died in my dream
my body felt numb
I laid on the ground
hoping I would be found
my eyesight went black
and I spoke with God

I was hoping to wake up
in heaven

I was then resurrected

I only feel like I'm letting you down

why do I wake up for another day
are you sure I wasn't mistaken
with someone who deserves it

i am made of paper
not crisp, white, new paper
i am made of paper
delicate, yellow, and old

i am made of paper
forgotten and lost
crumpled and thrown in a corner
twisted and mangled

i hold dainty leaden secrets
and masterpieces too
i hold a thousand words
and yet no voices ever reach me

i am made of paper
although i bend, fold and tear easily
i refuse to be burned by you

that pain you feel,
that
aching,
burning,
screaming
pain you feel,
darling, it's real.
but don't let it eat you up.