you leave
i lose. my liver
starts to quiver
the snake can't slither
and my heart
needs to ****.

it's just gas, don't know why i'm such a drama twist

I'm fueled by
cheap cold cuts
and cracked cans
of beans,
of beers,
and being below
the line of uneven
distribution//////

retribution.

There's a bit of execution
in the way a anti-institution
peels of its mask
and reveals revolution.

I don't know why the prism
is cracked
but
the shattered shards
glimmer & commentate
why we
can only see shades.

There's an anchor.
It's pulling me
closer
and
further away.

Little flames crossed my path,
Hot as a hundred degree,
Never wanted to feel it,
But they kept coming closer.

Heavy clouds are forming,
Yes! This is going to save me.
Miracle as what I expected,
Droplets avoided me.

Am I cold or warm?
Can’t answer either.
Fog covered my doorstep,
So exit was never meant to be.

She’s back in the picture.
Bothered myself for what’s on the view.
Will I be noticed with my ribbon?
Or just same black and white animation?

Penned some hurtful words,
Though I know it’s not going to help.
I scrolled the list of my what-to-do’s,
Yet unable to find something to go to.

Invisible as air,
Tried to understand to be fair,
But I know somehow,
There’s a meaning behind that vow.

If your voice could heal,
I’d pray I’ll always be there.
Imagine my anger,
I could not even sober.

I know it's hard to say yes
to the fists and clamps
of pain
to reconcile with the
fact that like the thread
you must go through
the small sliver of
needle relief
simply because
you still are not
the person you are

And you'll hit and miss
so many times
in innumerable ways
until that small,bright
area becomes your
own.

Lately our poets loiter'd in green lanes,
Content to catch the ballads of the plains;
I fancied I had strength enough to climb
A loftier station at no distant time,
And might securely from intrusion doze
Upon the flowers thro' which Ilissus flows.
In those pale olive grounds all voices cease,
And from afar dust fills the paths of Greece.
My sluber broken and my doublet torn,
I find the laurel also bears a thorn.