I do not think of you with love
No, you are the deadly sin
I think about you and when we touched
Not when we laughed
Lust not love.
To feel your hands dig into my back
Was better than any kiss you ever gave me.

Into my heart, an arrow
On your back, the quiver.

To examine the feeling of love is difficult
I do not wish to share the same
My curiosity perseveres
I will not cry for you
My hugs will be that of a mannequin
You may wrap me in flowers
But I will sleep soundly

-m

I hit a deer, its blood drying on me
It wept and cried in agony
It was my fault
I cried with it
I had to do what i took away from it
I had to be strong and live on
I gripped its neck in my hands and twisted it
The twist ended all sadness.
The deer was to be hunted anyways
I think i did it a favor, this world is cruel to deers.

I want to die here
With you
Your dead body in my arms
Wrapped like my little mummy
I look into your empty eye sockets
I drop a tear into them
You do not say a word
We shall become one with the earthworms

A profound knowledge for chess
Nearly unparalleled in talent
Beat the many odds against him
But oh so alone, to practice all day and night
Deemed insane and a hermit
Forgotten by many
You can win a many times, but once you stop
You're forever labeled, a loser.

ribs exposed
mirrored full image
abandoned health
Wasting away waist
*******
to say a goodbye
to both people
and food
you can cure darkness
but it won't stop it
from invading my body again

A field of roses
Where we walked
The sun beaming off your face
Tender and delightful

I visit that same field of roses
Only now it is I who walks them
The sun beaming off my tears drops
In pain and dying

You were my rose
My reason for getting up and walking
My sunshine and light
But now you are my rock, so deep in the ground.

I miss all of those who I have forgotten
All those friends I left at the age of 12
Their young faces cemented in my memory; that is all I will remember of them

As I grow older
My thoughts get younger
Fleeting time equals new found regret
My knees fail and my face sags

I will become just a statistic
I will be an ignored grandfather in a retirement home
I will be another cloud soldier with no name
I think I am OK with that.