Next to my pillow,
I keep a bottle
of her perfume

All of my longings are
for her small hand
holding mine

My heart still aches,
but only for her

And my poems only end
with her

you didn't even tell your real name
what a shame
I have to leave

crawling inside your bones
I have no where else to go

tear drops
on your hands

it's nice to see you're still alive
will you ever let me hold you

die alone
I won't die with you

thinking about confessing my sins
find a pure soul

I'll leave
if you tell me to go

there's nothing more
you only told me sad stories

let me read
when you were young and happy

i do not sing the storm. i do not sing rage, wrath
the lightning bolt, the scream. Despair i do not sing
i do not sing struggle–revenge poisonous blast–
the hurricane, the quake that tears the city of peace

i do not sing no border. i do not sing no flag
i do not sing no warrior but she that fights all fear
Poverty & sickness-night, the blade, the club, the trap
blows, wounds, cries, lies, bursts & war-blood i do not sing

i do not sing despise for any thing or being
i do not praise no richness no governors, no kings
From all this flower-garden i pick one single rose:
creation is just dew upon the rose of love

i celebrate one flame. i only sing one blues:
the flame of endless loving with you & only you

I think my demons are just my own
Too revolting for you to be shown,
Yet in the mirror their twins play,
In you, in exactly the same way.

this sugar-coated knife in my heart:

only night reveals my worth,

always wanting her,

waning war on the hurt.

nightmares with no control,

heavy weight on my soul,

I'll be fine, while my body

only does what its told.

what hurts most,

i might never know.