Raging like a river
or soft like a tap,
Water flows through the body
Without it
We would not be able to
Withstand much of anything;
Water can tear you apart
Water can stand up to any force
And still be water
and so can you

As I learn the cycle
through and through
i must learn to enjoy the weekend,
after-all, it is the end of the week

It comes from within
It doesn’t hurt to begin
It never leaves you
Although it paints blue
We symbolize it with red
As if it makes it less dead
And we believe
If we feed
We can be stronger
Than the somber
Feeling of being alone
So we sit back and groan

It leaves like a snail
Traveling the straight retreating path
Every 7 years our taste buds change
I wonder how long it takes for my heart
To replace itself
So who’s to say,
You can’t be replaced too?
You replace yourself over time so why can’t I?

If time only exists when we forget it exists, when it ceases to exist, then what really is time?

She tells me I act like I don't want her

I react like I don't want her I'll admit

But reactions are just that, rarely in full control

But it's the things I do that I know should show I want her

It's not the bed I want
It's her

It's not the **** I want
It's the interaction with her
At this point it could be cigarettes

It's not the pain I want
It's hearing her voice, seeing her engaged with me

Its not the movies I want to watch
I want to watch her watch the movie
She's beautiful, graceful, and hilarious
I might only get that once from her

It's not the food I want,
Though her cooking is my favorite
It's the thought and energy behind it I want to reciprocate

It's not the self satisfaction that I made her happy
It's the knowledge that she IS happy

It's not the home she makes I wanna come back to
It's her
The home could be the streets for me

I wish she could feel the way I feel

I wish I could be happy with her
But one can't just be happy...

I write what I wish...
That being said,
I wish I had what I write
I write what I wish for
If I write about love, her sickly sweet scent
I wish I had it in the moment
If i write about rays of sunshine
It is raining in my world
If I write erotica
I wish I lived it, felt it
If i wish for sadness,
I would write about it
For I write what I wish

People don't want what they don't deserve
Ultimately.
The bad, and the good.
And it's evident I don't deserve anything.

I want to go where the sun shines bright
and tans my skin

I want to see where the mountains
meet the ocean

I want to go to where
i can breath again

I want to go to your arms

Floating whisps wrap my throat.
Subtley starving my blood.
I watch my ocean of love disappear-
Don't go...
The butterflies bounce in fluttery breaths
Only known by those who watched You fly.

Clarity never cleared my vision up,
But it seems doldrums cloud the glow, situated on my path.
How unfortunate it seems this boat cannot be fled from
Although flight seems at a beat's fail,
Death evades those it suffers but doesn't release.
Even sobbing duress cannot cry for
Where I was

Clear skies of white
         Darkness consumes
Life exhumes
                 The angriest parts of humanity
The blight of the people persists
    Meager Goose can not suffice
                 to say what is needed
and yet
              belligerent behaviors build boastful tendencies
to fill that void
                          left by last lovers leaning on opposing walls
of the singular mind

Down to Earth,
Something better than before,
High expectations turn low
Lower than hell's last floor
I'm supposed to be
better than those I succeed
So why is it I write poetry?
"No Future"
"No Money"
I need a lively hood
I need to fly far away

Running through the plains and meadows
they are not native to

Much like the happy and merry widows
that were abused

Wild Horse won't stop for anyone

Wise men say fools rush in

Wise men say the gentle man angry is no longer gentle

Wise men say time only exists when you're aware of it
It is also said time ceases to exist when

Wise men say be the best you, for you are the only you

Wise men say, be just as good at lying as one is at truth telling

Wise men say bullets are not the answer-
but they sure as hell, help

The man of few words
knows fewer issues

Tattered teal trousers
Are real worn through

Childhood chances cherishing
dreams, shatter by choices

Weathered weakened windows
the wither away with time

Knowing now never
waste a moment

Sleepy-Time tea
wrapped in blankets
slumber in peace

It is weird to live
In a world where everything
is so very backwards

I just wanna write down my thoughts
While I write something without being caught
For all the wrong that I’ve done be it all for naught

What if I’m not really depressed,
And all I am is stressed
And I really, just need to rest

And I boast
Much more than most
About how my life is like a sea coast

And I think I’m gonna drown
I keep on sinking, down
And now I sit on my bed bound

To be the next big thing
Unable to really speak or sing
And now I cling

Onto life and fall
Matter over mind when I crawl
Can’t even step up to hit the ball

I am just a chameleon
An aspiring Machiavellian
Now I have the look of Mephistophelian

Deep in my eyes
I cannot cry
Tears all dry

Gin and tonic
I’m addicted to toxic
Unaware of how ironic

It’s is to be with someone
I don’t connect with no matter the sun

People look at diamonds and think they're so precious
But worth is only what someone will pay for it