A friend to have,
A walk in the rain;
Drowning in the droplets:
To forget about the pain.

A hand to hold,
A heart to touch;
Requesting that your heart
Wouldn't hurt so much.

A light to guide,
A lesson to seek;
Trying your best,
Though chances seem weak.

Some Faith to behold,
A truthful tale;
Mending the peices,
Of a heart rendered frail.

A simple love,
A day in the sun;
Loving each other:
Two hearts, as One.

When people see
Romeo and Juliet
Die together
They think
"How poetic".
Want to know
What's really poetic?
The sound of the chords
That resonate through the piano
When I take a hammer
To its keys.
Or the way my heart
Reshapes itself
To wrap around your soliloquies
About how you don't need me.
You see,
When two people
Fall desperately in love,
It isn't poetic-
It's the things we do
For those who don't
Reciprocate that love
And the ignorance we hold
Against their disinterest.
We **** ourselves every day
For those who live just fine
Without us.
And that's stupid.
That's life.
That's poetry.

Each day gets brighter, while my eyelids slowly glide to the ground.
Summer is here but all I see are gray skies & snowy roads.
The world is calling my name but you can't hear the screams from where my heart is located.
I gasp for air every couple of seconds, but god's disguised hands keep pushing me back underwater.
The further I run away, the closer I get.
All of the lights go out right as I arrive to the last chapter.
I am burning down as my house just stands there & watches.
The one thing that would actually pour water on me to put the fire out was the one thing that had no access to it.
I get told "congratulations" & all I hear is "stop smiling".
Love turns to dust & death turns to sunflowers
(Sunflowers were her favorite).
Holidays do not exist anymore.
Days do not exist anymore.
Time stands still, as my thoughts run in place.
Forbidden memories have come outside to play.
Only pens that have runout of ink can truly express my thoughts.
Life as we all know it is pulling back the curtains, & taking its final bow.

ps - the sun only seems to shine on the days that I have no willpower to bring my eyes to the surface; & the scent of her palms was the only thing worth noticing

The immediacy of wolves
Send her home, home
Unborn benevolence
Undone pasture lifted
Dust-howled into hell
Bright iron and tongue tied
At the end of not all--but
Something
Something
Something
And it means so much
Much much more than it should
This something
And leave it at that:
Mystic bliss
And leave
Leave the voice of the prophet
to be noised and white
The IV drip
You used to wait on summer
Thou shalt not
Not anymore

The moon
Above the snow-covered mountain
Dropped hailstones.

Nowhere to run,
hiding in plain sight.
Some of us live solitary
with people strewn about us
more like decorations of meat,
some of us crash into others
and stick on a molecular level.
We turn ourselves into monsters
of the bonds we craft;
mutants of desire.
Love without reason or understanding.
It's the only lesson I can't teach you;
the only freedom you may ever realize.
Hide in plain sight and love recklessly,
fall comes on it's own terms.

As we meet again
In the autumn evening
When my heart starts to fall
And your heart starts to wither
And your eyes spark like moonlit
And my breath as cold as the evening dew.

I sing my song to you at last,
With all it's ups and downs and sads.
He stands near me and stares,
Through me he stares.

We look at each other for more minutes than we ever had
The way you look at the sunset going down the earth
Like you wonder, what should we do after
The sun stops rising.

Finally, he ruffled my hair
And kisses my forehead.
And sings his last song of me.
We walk away quietly, with teardrops in our footpath.
Like the sun and the moon
Like the dark and the light
And the black and the white.
Like the little blue bird that's out of her golden cage
But is too scared to lose her wings
And she would rather live in a prison
With everything that will break her from her insides
Than live out there without it.
Without *him

sadness is only real
when you are afraid to cry