The sea gave off a cry tonight,
It plays home to a child,
Her father threw her out of sight,
The sea swallowed her, so wild.

Her mother pushed and screamed all day,
Until the sun shone twice,
The blood would flow without delay,
Her grip was like a vice.

While pain would ebb and flow for her,
She knew her life was slipping,
But he refused to let her go,
The fear was ever gripping.

When finally the child was born,
And mother gave a sigh,
The father cleaned as best he could,
The mother closed her eyes.

A wail crawled from the fathers throat,
A pain beyond compare,
He'd lost his only love that night,
To love this child, he could not bare.

He struggled down the beach, that night,
With baby wrapped in cloth,
He swore up to the lord with spite,
And stepped in to the sea- like froth.

The sea crys out in pain tonight,
It's tears make waves, so wild,
A life, just barely started off,
She plays home to a child.

Fare thee well by islets of time,
Beauteous blooms of fragrance; of thyme.
Gliding symphonies beckons thine eye,
Gentle minds float toward sky high.

O cues sung by the siren, allure!
Once, fusion of reason borne pillar.
Twice ponder, may our paths entwine,
Thrice to act, unlike the tranquil Seine.

Like angelic enigmas par Euler,
Soar upon the painted auric frontier.
Air fresh: an ebullient morning dew,
Wisdom: moisture for the thirsty few.

By spring fountain, if thou art inclined,
Bright sparrow among the bovine herd.
Lo, argent quarry of dust- liquid guile,
Behold, product beyond thunder- gale.

Scents of lavender assail thy sleep,
Euphoric dreams, we welcome with glee!
Sleepy horizons, a glorious dawn,
Morning filled with a trillion suns.

Some time, some day: travel the stars,
Mortal shackles unchain my awful maw.
Pupil of Aristotle, Darwin, and Vinci,
There lies truth; a transient hierarchy...

when you dance with me,
look at only me.
when you smile at me,
make it real.

when you touch me,
i don't feel so cold.
when you talk,
my thoughts don't feel so alone.

let's keep moving.

when your hands fasten,
does that mean you only need me?
when you change the subject,
does that mean you love me?

please love me.

the coffee was cold.
a day old.
i heated it.
poured it.
fought through it.

put on a b-film.
something about crap
films made our lives
feel more fulfilling.

we laughed.
exposed every flaw.
we held hands.
snuck
loving glances.

i have to wake up in three
hours, but all i can think
is life is luck,
even for the dumbest of us,
when you tell your
eyes to open up.

I recognize
the song you're listening to.
I can hear it
humming out of your headphones
when you're sitting
on the chair next to me.

It's the same song
you've sung to me
on our second date,
in that restaurant
near the river.

It's the exact same song.
Or was that "Jeremy"?
Does it mean anything to you?
You don't seem to remember
(and neither do I, apparently),
it's become just some random song to you.
Maybe it always has been.

It's the same song
you used to sing whenever
you were in the mood to sing it.
You've sung it,
sitting on the sidewalk,
shouting it out to the world
with your headphones still on.

You didn't care about what
people would think.
You simply sat there
and sung,
texting me about it right away
-- my curb romantic.

If it hadn't been you,
I might have been embarassed,
but I never was.
It always made me smile,
even though the people
stopped and stared at us.

I loved your little craziness.
Sometimes I miss it so much it hurts.
It hurts, so that I can't breathe.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
(But I don't want you back.)

I tend to push away
what comes too close to me.
I know I will regret it,
though I just let it
happen, I always do.

I don't know what it means.

Are things going too fast,
or is it me, who is too slow again?
Every now and then
I feel that I can't keep up
with the world
it's spinning so fast.
I can't keep up
with my thoughts,
they spin too fast,
without any clear direction.
My heart needs protection,
my head just implodes.

I have this evil fire
within me,
its screams frantically,
I can't control it.
I reject,
I reject,
I reject until there's
nothing left to reject,
until there are only
things to regret.
I own a collection
of those regrets,
they are staring at me,
lustfully,
from the dusty shelves
of my better self.

I don't know what it means.

There are too many things
that went wrong.
I've never grown strong
enough to fight this fire.
It suffocates and burns
until my pain turns
into disgust.
I don't even trust
myself, so how can I
trust you?

What was close split,
and there is not a bit
that stayed.
This puts gasoline
on my fire.
I really admire
how you try to love me,
it's just above me
why anyone would
waste their time.

I don't know what it means.

I'm suffocated by fear,
I choke on near-
ness,
I deserve less
than offered to me.

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I shall not murmur if at last
The ones I loved below
Permission have to understand
For what I shunned them so—
Divulging it would rest my Heart
But it would ravage theirs—
Why, Katie, Treason has a Voice—
But mine—dispels—in Tears.

Gazing at bubbles
His infant world is contained
In the moment's joy