hello words
good evening friends
console my mewling lips
with the hot coals of recognition
please feed my habit
of eating fire
and burning from inside out

i need you like i need the paint that runs through my veins
and keeps my cheeks colored
to spew onto canvases

I've learned that happiness
cannot be found in the form of a little
purple capsule.
I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time.
I've learned that the third mushroom
held in my sweaty palm was not as
big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind.
I've learned that a part of me
died that night where we ****** in a
room with no furniture.
I've learned that life is work and that
the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac
that came spewing from me left an orange tang
upon the floor.
I've learned that pain is better than numbness
and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm
was an educated decision.
Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.

The winds blow and tree branches wave enraged,
The sky is one gray cloudy mass
While the rain streams down, all is wet.
Outside is bright with the drear ethereal light
Contrasting the interior shock of fluorescent,
Divided by tired panels of rain-streaked glass.

And there you sit.

All ivory-skinned facing the poaching storm,
Ensconced in the library chair you make a throne,
Collectedly attending your papers in front,
Careless of the outside weather as
The rich falls of your hair -
                              A few reckless strands daring
                              To fall as they may.

All the while, trees continue to shake,
The winds to blow and the rains to drop,
But all you have to spare is
a quick glance,
Then its back to work.

No feeling can compare
Nothing between besides air
Friendless colors drift around
Designed to be heavenbound
In a world of one's own
Clear ears for a headphone

It's been so long since I've slept
My mind shattered and disfigured by the hurt
Impaired by my sadness, I can't function
Oppressed, trapped, by something much larger than me
I can't help but feel distraught and empty
So I'll take it out on myself
The fine art of self-destruction