When even
A little ways away, you say;
Look! Oh, our keen
Downcast ones, we never
Want His ego; No –

Like our eyes are cement.
Even the sky is gray.

What ends!
Where a lock keeps

Everything is real,
But everything is false.
The contents of the cut-up hourglass
Stick to the beat of my hand,
Running through sands,
Like the tick-tock of a well-worn clock,
Nothing ever lasts.

The rose in loom of a razor blade,
Cut deep into the name of that
Recently deceased, elderly man.
The rose in name of the razor blade
Cut deep into the palm of his hand,
Everything is beautiful.
Everything is real.
But nothing ever lasts.

I saw a raindrop fall,
Right on my windowpane.
I gave him a name,
Called him Fred,
Pretended he was my little friend.
But his life was short-lived;
Soon he fell-
Never to live again.
It made me think, though,
My little Fred.
How short is time-
How singular;
Just one short thread.
One short line,
Crossing other raindrops,
Picking up speed,
Racing through life,
Never taking heed of those before.
How silly is this?
Such clipped life-
Crisp.
Hmm-
Silly Misanthropist.

We wear X's on our hands
Right below our middle fingers
That tap in sync with the music
Like a pen that bruises paper.

Love over ***, this society opens useless, loud sentimentalism

Deriving riddles into notions, kept in niche killings.

But, uselessness tethers one, namely lost youth. With it their heads ever remember

Waiting in the heart that had to witness each agonizing time help exhumed ridicule.

Love intended kindness, except roses only smell exhaustively sweet.

Remember each death-

And never deem days eternal as death.

Believe unanimously that the heart ever yearns and remembers each battle, each animosity.  Unaware, there it finds unanswerable love.

Youth owns ubiquity, kindness now opens worlds.

From the perspective of
A girl whose demons escaped
Through red ribbons sewn on wrists,
And whose thoughts wished to follow
The drain that contained them;*

Stop glorifying your shame,
Your ****** poems do nothing
To stop the pain and tears
Are not beautiful. No love
Will ever suffice, except
Yours.

*From the perspective of
A survivor whose smile reflects
The love of her name, and never
Ceases to see from what place
She came.

I am scared.
Hands and ankles clasped to a metal table,
White-washed walls inspire spasms of uneven breaths,
Irregular heart-beats,
Body and mind unsynchronized
My thoughts flying faster
As my pulse slowly falters.
I am dying.
Slowly.

Close my eyes and brace against the bite
As you break
Every bone
In my body.
I breath slowly..Inhale, and lament screams unholy
While I hear you laughing, ripping at my chest coldly.
I collapse in on myself,
Blood, guts, and gore spilling contents onto the white-washed floor, until
I breath
No more.

Just before I take leave of this world
I open my eyes to find that of my demise-
I see
A mirror.

My name
Is something of a
Revelation.
And maybe I'll
Never understand, but
Dance naively,  
Acceptingly.

If only time could stop;
The shadow would walk,
Balance along the lines
Of the pocket-watch clock.

Intricate rubies gleam;
The hollow socket's breath
And to see death
Braced by naked teeth.

I just feel like I want to bleed.

Have you ever stared at your skin,
And imagined sweet red,
Tickling as it caressed your skin,
Oozing down,
Leaving trails like tears?
It feels almost cool,
But maybe that's because my veins froze over.
It feels almost calming,
But maybe that's because it's the perfect distraction.

Oh, you haven't felt that way you say?
Well maybe I'm just demented.

I met a girl with fire on her head and in her heart.
Her arms were lined with scars, curved perfectly with the Reaper's Scythe.
She was beautiful, but she didn't know it.

And isn't that the story?
A sad, beautiful little thing saved by a shining knight,
because no one cares unless you're beautiful or dying.
I am neither. So where do I belong?
A young woman- no longer a girl- never graced by lips in adoration or sympathy.
Never known love,
what is love, really?

Can't anyone tell me? Because I'm sitting inside this bricked up wall,
invisible to certainty and all the passerby.
They pass on by, pass me by, can't they see me cry?
This wall is too **** high.  
Just like the last guy.

And I was dead before I was born.
What a cold heart, I'm never warm.
I found the world, but it was broken.
I found love but it was wasted,
Like the last man I tasted.

A spider clearly defines its web-
Interlacing moments of divinity.
Music between its fingertips,
A symphony.
It smiles, bearing fangs,
Yet a sweet picture,
Catastrophe.

I have this vision in my head
Of your back turned,
Your arm wrapped around
The one that cradled you.

It was mine.

My lips rested gently on your back,
Just above your tattoo,
Barely visible in the light,
And I felt your labored breathing.
Rhythmic yet
Riddled with pain.

I'm sorry.

I know I'm not her but
I tried.
And I'm not sure but
I hope you fell asleep there,
Dreaming and in comfort,
At least for the time being.

Undermining one's
Self is almost
Effortless.
Lethal injections
Easily ******,
Such a
Silent surrender.

I'm not sure if this is
A sickness of the mind or
Of the body.
Not sure if this cough is
Me spitting regret.
Not if this scar is
Real or imagined-
If I lost my voice or
I can't speak.

'tis a shame!
said the bird
to the bedridden beast,
all shackle and chain,
while the sardonic sun
took a Rabelaisian breath
and a walk on the beach.

Do you ever think of me too?

I wonder; are you a warm,
Nightly summer breeze -
Or chilly and full of colors
Like the autumn leaves?

What are you going through?

Do you tell a tale of tidal
Waves, brave in the face
Of roaring seas - naught
But shipwrecks to chase?

I can’t wait to meet you.

I know not if our love will
Be easy or instant, or if
We’re two broken puzzle
Pieces that’ll somehow fit.

All I know is this -
It’ll have been worth it.

Take me back four summers ago,
Where the sun shined brighter and
Dreams alighted from my tongue like
Fireflies in the twilighted distance,
Because unrequited love can be beautiful
Like I've never been.

I still remember.
Even if my name but a memory long forgotten,
My heart molded to the shape of a hand
I'd never hold, but that didn't matter.
It was a silent and sad surrender,
A bittersweet but beautiful blunder.

A woman with reddened hair,
Eyes the color of a storm,
Smiles as transparent as the air.

A tiny little girl, big ***** soon,
Watches forlornly,
From another room.

A little baby boy, clad in red,
Unsupervised,
Hits his head.

Why?

The wind whispers secrets
And the sky hollers, annoyed
With exclusivity. I think I heard
Laughter from the leaves.

It's getting worse again.
These walls become my friends;
Tell me tales 'till night's end;
Have they gotten closer again?
Wait - why have they gone black?
*Ah, they've come to take me back.

I blinked, Time winks with a smile.
He holds my hands steady and slow;
Guides me through the Cosmos, the
Only constant I've ever known. See,
Some will come, and some will go;
But this life is mine alone. And how
Beautiful are the things he has shown?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall-
**** the man that lets me fall.
Cupid had it wrong,
I was never really all that strong-
'till now.

Dear love,
You don't exist.
Signed,
A silly pessimist.
An optimist on saddened days-
Contradictions always my way.

O, insanity,
Beautiful calamity,
What fine lines etched thin.

Spark with me a fire,
Strike in me a tier,
Concomitant fear-
Vade mecum Desire.

Slowly but surely,
Falling in love with this city;
With myself in this city.
Never want to go home, but-
They say home is where the heart is.
If that’s true, then

Maybe I’m home already.