There is an *****
inside of my chest
that squeezes out liquid
to feed to the rest

It keeps me alive,
sustains my breathing,
but with its attributes
it is quite deceiving-

My very own heart!
It’s tied to a string
that is tangled with yours
and all that you bring.

happy.

such a pitiful word.

happy birthday!
you try to grin,
but no one showed.
you are ashamed.

and then your mother sings

                    alone.

your chin quivers,
your eyes water,
but you won’t cry
and break her heart.

she’s trying so hard. So,
you fake a smile
open presents
give her a hug

and then pretend
to be happy.

sad little thing,
you should not know
what it feels like

to be
lonely.

I’m tired of your wit, you know.
Tired of your apathy show.
To think that to not give a ****
makes you a better, (wiser) man!

I’m tired of these gross facades
that you rule the world, that you are god.
Quite frankly you are all the same-
I’ve broken you and found your game.

You add a pause, then charming word,
then smirk as if you’d gone unheard.
And all the books and movie screens
are draining out their blood, it seems.

So give me something beautiful,
without wit, but sparkling with soul.
Give me words that grow like vines
out of this production line.

my soul is trying to break through
            (rip through)

                          my skin

climb out and pull me into you
             as you

                          breathe in




my body though, it won’t uncurl
               (unfurl)

                          its fists

I am trapped inside of a girl,
                girl who

                         persists



so while my soul is stuck inside,
               (outside

                          your shell)

I guess our atoms that collide
               provide

                          their cells

to let our bodies intertwine-
               a wine

                          to taste

for but a moment, what defines
             (I find)

                         your face.

nothing surrounds me
but the deep shade of indigo
that I am lost in,
speckled with diamonds
and sparkling with the lustrous satin glow of the moon.
I want to melt into it.

I feel beautiful-
the ground is cool against my skin
as I lie undressed,
the wind kissing me,
its touch foreign and divine, exploring and gentle.
I want to give myself to it.  

And while I am lost,
your lips graze my bare shoulder
and I turn to You
and stare hard at You-
your hands are warm as you pull my body close to yours.

You are the universe.
I want to melt into You.
I am yours.

Shoe laces- unraveling
spilling down the stairs
Raw blisters- ceaseless throbbing
soles begin to tear:
worn out,
torn up,

Pulled In.

I think I’ll like it here.


Soft crashes- they’re echoing
murmur into fizz
Singing wind- it’s gesturing
“come and see what is:”
lovely,
striking,

Haunting.

Moved by the water’s kiss.


Loud voices- painful screeching
pierce into my skin
People laugh- unnoticing
of others’ pain within:
begging,
hopeless,

Smiling.

I cannot help but grin.