The devil does not come
draped in a red cape, or
flaunting pointy horns.
He comes as everything
you've always wished for.

Twisted satisfaction,
unfulfilled promises,
he leaves you wanting more.
Constantly searching,
endlessly seeking.

E m p t i n e s s .

Your lips speak of death
while your soul asks to be rescued
from the torment
of seeing everyone else breathing
while the rising waters hinders you from reaching.

You ask the world,
and they do not listen.
You ask God,
and you find outstretched hands.

*—S.C., February 5, 2014 (latest edit: March 13, 2014)

you said you loved the sea
so i drained it from the deep end
you told me you loved summer
so i froze it with a cold heat
you said you loved flowers
so i drenched them with **** killer
you told me you loved me
so i left and drew defeat

There is not much
I can provide you with
other than short poems
& flowers that wither

But when I see the sun rays
crash against the back of your head
carefully tracing your silhouette
I know I never want you to leave my bed

I want to scream at the top of my lungs

"Help me, I'm drowning in my sadness"

But I don't think it would make
much of a difference

Hello, old friend
Wish to see old you again
Miss your sweet words

Tears stream down my cheek,
As the thought of old you
Comes to mind

The good times
Are now in the past
With those sweet lies

Goodbye, old friend
I can no longer see old you again
Because we drifted away.

She walks the street with a broken heart
Her only clothes ripped and torn apart
Once upon a time she was on top of her game
But soon she was down in the dumps with only herself to blame

So now she begs on the side of the road
People wonder how she reached this desperate mode
Her only home is a dumpster behind a pub
Though occasionally she goes to the pile of trash behind the neighboring club

Her life once was so perfect
But then came a decision she would always regret
It made her heart ache
It was all she could take

The love of her life had left her without a care
He left her for a girl with whom she couldn't compare
So she took off from her loving home
She left all the things she'd known

So every single day
It always stays the same
She walks the streets with a broken heart
Her only clothes ripped and torn apart.

Somewhere...
    Somewhere in this world full of places
Be they close together,
Or Oceans apart.
    Somewhere in that dark, distant world
              Is a piece of me.
                     Half of my soul.
A person waiting,
           waiting for me.
Be they down the street,
      Or across the world...
             They are mine to find.
Once found
     I will be whole,
             After finding my other half
                           Mine.
Perhaps I shall find them.
Perhaps it shall be soon.
A Day
A Month
A Year
       But you must trust that I will find them
Or perhaps this fragmented piece of my soul,
                              this poem,
                                      has found its way to you.