There is no cure for depression
but love.

It's what keeps you going on.
It keeps you floating on the
surface of the pond.

It clears out your veins from
the poison you sip on the way
you do with red wine
everyday.

It's what makes you see when
your blind.

But society sets so many rules
for love and how it should
be.

Forcing you to keep it a secret sometimes the way fishermen do when they capture mermaids from the sea.

Making you afraid to tell everyone you know alive including your mom
and dad.

But only the rebels know how to
survive. Only the rebels know
to how to runaway with their
loved ones.

As they pack their bags and hit
the road. Without knowing where
to go or looking back.

Not giving a **** about the
people and what will they say.
Only the rebels know how to
get away.

To marry the love of their life and have a family of their own. To
have a child and live in a little
home built from stone.

To go miles away to say their I
love you's and vows. To ditch
the crowd and yet feel very
proud.

Only the rebels know how to
slap society on the face and
runaway.

Only the rebels know how to
let their love exist and have a
pulse

Because they know it's true and
not false as the people in town
say* ~

He opened
his mouth
and love
letters
came
out* ~

Standing on the edge
of death. Feeling nothing
but pain in my chest.
Blood drips from my
eyes. The veins have
froze in my arms , legs
and thighs. Bitten by a
zombie. Infected by it's
germs. Feeling the
adrenaline rush and a
storm in my bones. I've
been cursed and ******.
And left without a plan.
All i think of now is eating
you. Starting with the
brain in your head and
ending up with your
feet and toes* ~

Hey Mom?
I miss you.
Like a lot.
I miss dancing in the kitchen
To Madonna and Meatloaf.
I remember singing under the paper lantern
From the dollar store.
You bought it just for me.
I miss your strong, muscular embrace
And your scent of cloves and earl grey and earth.
I miss your long, silky hair
Just like mine.
I cut it all off last week.

Some days,
I just wish I could talk to you,
Talk to you about what hurts
But you hurt.
Just to remember hurts.
You're gone.

Hey Mom?
If you're still in there,
Beneath all the alcohol-infused blood
At the bottom of the cavity in your soul maybe,
Could you peek out from behind the curtain?
If only for a moment.
Could you give me some signal
Some kind of hope
That beneath it all
My mother is still here
On this earth
That she isn't lost to me forever.
That the woman who cherished me in her lap
Swaying me back and forth while I cried
From bad dreams or heartache
The woman who taped up my broken arm
And taught me how to make the best spaghetti
My mommy,
Who taught me to sing with beauty
And shared her green thumb secrets.
Please.
Please.
Don't be lost to me entirely.
Please come back.

Hey Mom?

I
I
I

am tired
lost in the world off axis

been stuck
in a rut
watching you stuff your face with earthly desires

fill voids
with imaginary cement

you giggle
as I stand vigil
on eggshells over our relationship

you spat on it
the games...
#you'rehappy
#sad
#mad
#romantic
#mad
#mad



you search for joy that you yourself chose to sacrifice

I do everything
I fight for us
I'd give my life for us

but your (everything but clinical) obsession with
kissing Depression
strolling Pessimism through parks..
while simultaneously
******* Love into physical attraction

I'm tired

You continue to put assimilation on a pedestal
letting it...
dictate pleasures,
still your joy,
define beauty and then lock it away

if I call you baby

will it prove my love for you?

baby...I'm tired

of...
running in the circles of your first emotion
trying to prove my devotion

of...
building you a smile

I'm tired
you'll put me 3ft under in a shallow grave
I'm tired

but...
I love you
what do you need? What's wrong? what can I do baby? what can I do?

Do you see the brighter side is an illusion?
All I see is bright
The grass aint greener
Its just ******* green
We don't need to chase peace
It never leaves
baby
please
see


stop ignoring my needs
feed me
save me
please

From:Soul
To:Mind

Bodies coming together
in a dance of flesh and
bone. Bodies craving
one another the way
people crave luxury
and sitting on the
throne* ~

Her clothes race to
the floor while they're
stripped off by him.

She's left in his room
naked again. He kisses
her soul before her
gentle skin.

While sunlight covers
them from the cracks
of his window. He sets
music in the background.
A solo violin.

While he drenches her
in kisses from head to
toe making the seeds
trapped under her curves
to bloom like flowers  
in the season of
spring* ~

I was freed from my
shackles by your love.
My soul now soars up
above in God's velvet
skies the way white turtle
doves do. And the air
entered my lungs after
you breathed poetry
down my throat the
moment you kissed me
against your bedroom
wall. As we stood shy
saying our vows and
our I do's. I'm no longer
prisoned , for my  
shackles have broken
and the time has come
to know what it's like to
be truly living in the
heavens you hold
between your arms
without any fear of a
mother's love chocking
me deep down to the
bone and telling me
right from wrong* ~

A girl who speaks to
him in the language
of poetry and love.

A boy who speaks to
her in the language of
the angels in the
heavens above* ~