******* clad
Posed asexual
Yellow nails
Chipped tooth
Nickel sign
On a kissing booth
Tip jar empty
Unbroken silence
Passing steps
Concrete violence  
Feeling absent
Mindful submission
Breathing fast
Mindless permission
Wasting away
One cosmetic at a time
Willing to please
At the drop of a dime
Modeled molded not given a choice
Brainwashed punished pushed to give in
Waterboard torture
Taken with a grin

Always wondering
I wish I knew your first name
Until then live well

I feel like a ghost sometimes.
Only an outline,
of what can be whole.

Never fading.
I just consume this space,
containing chaos in a jar.

Silence can hurt.
Raising doubts,
suffocating suspicions as imagination wonders.

Heart beats strongly.
Haunting every corner,
darkness is our curse.

We do belong together.
collapsing constalations,
and pulling stars from the sky.

I think I'm fine until I'm crying in my kitchen
These emotions I need to let go of,
I've been trying to give them a way every chance I get
But they linger like a vagrant in the alley by the bar asking me for a cigarette
Maybe tomorrow I'll find myself at home
But today it seems I'm still traveling in unknown disaster that's merely denial dressed up divine

I love her like the flower loves the bee, we bring each other great growth.
I love her like like the waves of the sea love the moon and stars, we move each other forward.
I love her like dark loves the light, we give each other perfect form.
But most importantly I love her like all living things love life, because she is.

Of all the gifts on Scotland's hills
The primrose is most fair
It stops the hiker in their tracks
And keeps them there to stare

At its kind form and beauty soft
I love it I confide
As deep among the heather blooms
It almost seems to hide

Like a young maid who may not know
That beauty's come her way
While others see her prettiness
And long with her to stay

So if you see that yellow bloom
When summer comes around
You'll know it is a precious thing
On Scotland's hills you've found.

A deep companionship
Why has it come to seem as myth?
And why would the buzzing electricity of connected souls
Fall amidst our space?
Those eyes that showed me the universe
Yet while reflecting within my skin
So many days
Rarely breaking our compass
The daily greetings you gave
Returned life to my corpse
And at night we would wallow
In the pains of our thoughts
Until your so tired head
Found its rest on my chest
If ever you were gone
My thoughts were nothing but of you
Always upon your return
My day started new
But you've taken your leave
The flying moon found its bed
Every sun that comes up
Pales in the shine of it then