Dear Jim,

As of late you have been less than satisfactory in our relationship. You’ve denied me my daily bread, found me unworthy of water, and on top of all that, you’ve taken the objects of my love and twisted the to your own graven image. Please refrain immediately lest I put you back on the pills.

Sincerely,
Aaron

An empty page, a piece of paper,
full of spaces, void of words
that well up from within my soul
that I would like to speak.

Can I find within my mind the words
to speak my will?
Or do the spaces of this page
say all that must be said?

I have no message, no words of wisdom
to aid in all life's paths;
all that I have, sole in possession,
is but an empty page

void of spaces, full of words.

One day, I'll have to tell you what it is about your poetry that compels me.
But why break the spell?
Why ruin a good thing?

One day, maybe,
I'll say all the things I've ever wanted to say to every person who looked the other way.
If I say it all to you, would that be okay?

One day,
maybe one day soon,
I'll finally figure out what's so fascinating about you.

It has something to do with so many things:
personal history, idiosyncrasies, a myriad of strange beliefs.  
Particularly those concerning coincidence and fate.
Something in the way you remind me of hopes lost and dreams gained-
of past mistakes.

One day, I'll tell you.
On a day when I'm not bogged down by sorrow.
A day when you have nothing left that I'd like to borrow.
When poetry no longer does it for me -
that'll be the day;
the day after tomorrow.

In the city that never sleeps
Nobody has time to dream

No one cares for the color scheme
Everybody on these streets are mean
Women over here dress to ****

Yearning for a life to steal
Outrageous trigger happy police
Ruthless, spiteful and rigorous
Kindness comes fatally priced

No time for love or paradise  
Obsessive depression is what's subsidised
Beggars on my train struggle and scuffle
Oblivious oppression lurking
Delirious children deceived  
Yesterday's conception grieved

Craving lust is a must
Ageless shame is  
Rationalized pain
Everyone here idealizes blame
S*erenity is an absentee in this chaotic city

Dark, cold, pores open wide.
A Pupils dialation left from the surprise of this canvas so vile.
No grace, beauty but young unlovely features.
how to live on, I dont know.
Hiding shadows behind them a banging girls door.
Screaming, yelling ¨Oh the horror¨
Why? Why? birth to this world yet leaving not a single  soul attached.
Stuck behind infront of my black mask, a mirrors black face.

they say the earth
is made of elements
a whole table of them
actually
but how many times
do we
touch promethium
in our lives?
for everyday chemistry
between you and me
we need
a new table
one that starts with Hope
(H)  
then helping
(He)
then Lending
(L)
on and on
balancing
the equations of daily life
until we reach eqilibrium