I'm not an
honors student or
an athlete.
I don't have
good grades and
I fail all the time.

          Still, I bet that I
    smile more
than you.

everything else confines a
space between eyes an
informant, i, capitulation
finally breaches the wounded
water. you facilitate this,
with only a small clue. i
didn't write conviction down
my arms for nothing. at
least i hope not, this hopelessly
dawning i, this reality in
which we gravitate. find
a path to your palm. a
visceral obeisance you
may find in my eyes. a
low hiss, my heart leaks
to make space for you,
oh darling anew, the
inside of my chest
is snowing.

How much I craved
Experience
When I was a child
Almost broke me
(It did to some extent)
How I craved
To be full
Emptiness invaded me
Much too
Young

At six,
Determined
Driven
By this looming
Emptiness
To teach myself
How to ride
A bike
Not allowing myself
To give up
Until I had accomplished
That goal

“Maybe he will be
Proud of me
And tell me.
Maybe he won’t
Sit in there
All alone
(Without me)
Anymore.”

Dad,
You never
Taught me
To ride a bike
Like you were
Supposed to
But maybe
You were teaching me
Something else

Maybe that’s why
I taught
My younger sister and brother
To ride a bike

Maybe that’s why
I taught
My youngest sister
To walk
And she took her
First steps
To me
In your mother’s kitchen

Maybe that’s why
I was so
Determined
Driven
To give them
Something
I never got
But always
Felt

Maybe that’s why
I was so
Determined
Driven
To prevent that
Emptiness
From contaminating
Them
Much too
Young

Maybe
You taught me
Strength
Instead of
Skill

Maybe
You created
That irrefutable
Initiative
That still
Drives me
To this day

I owe my
Resilience
To you
And your
Absence
And me
And my
Emptiness

I forgive you
I forgive you
*I forgive
You

Well, I finally stated the truth. "idk I'm just tired of it, this drunkness is false happiness." glares up at me as I look about my room. Broke my painting, my sunglasses, wrecked my arm, my liver. Shaking and quivering from too much to drink to the kitchen sink. I think it's time to stop.

Cacophonous waves smash the ever-breaking sides of the boat
And there is nothing but doom on th' horizon

Rain soaks the faces of men and women as the ocean rocks us ever so turbulently
Not letting go of the new wooden toy, she's found in her hands

The sails give way
The ship cracks and creaks
As water pours into the, now, frail frame that was once, long ago, so strong.

There's nothing but peace among the peoples; however, and this so delicately contrasts the violence surrounding.

Gripping crosses, Bibles, family, Love.

Love and Peace surround the peoples with rain soaked faces
There's light in the distance
And no one feels cold
There's light in the distance
"It is well with my soul."

A pack, a pack for you and me
Mainly for me

I'll chew it for you

7 more hours until I'm through with this news

But as I reach for a piece,
All I get's the blues.

******' last piece,
Man,
My last taste of silence
My last taste of solitude

I chew to black out the yous
and the whos

Who am I really, when there's none left to chew
******' last piece, what the **** am I supposed to do?

****, ******, burn it all in hell
I've nothing left to say, that would say it as well.

I've got no sanity left
I don't know who I am
Delving into darkness,
That last piece, again!
I'm reminded of my shame
I'm reminded of the agony
Where's my last ******' piece?

I swore it was in front of me.