I love you with all my DNA
But i fear that you don't
I fear rejection and discompassion
I love with you with all my DNA
With all my being
But I think that you
Return my love with
Hatred
I love you with all my DNA
But I think that you only
Want money from
Me
I love you with all my DNA
But I can't be to sure to
Sure if your eyes
Are really smiling at me
And if your touch says
That you love me with all your DNA too.
As you make love to me and
I, you
I cannot help but think this
All a lie like the others
Before you
I Autopsy  your feeling and investigate
The idea of love
The scene where we made love kissed and made intense love
This is just of my dreams
I feel depressed that you won't return my love for you
I love with my DNA
Always
But do you feel the same
Kiss my lips and hold me until  I pass sweetly in your arms
Let our bodies entwine with eachother as
We make the best love in our lives.  As I find that we
Will never part.
Is this just an experiment gone wrong
Kiss mee where every you want.  
And I will die for you.

So I am human
Though I have been discarded
By many people and lovers
Never to be touches again
I have a biohazard sticker on my forehead
No one wants to go near me
I am emotional Medical waste
I find  nothing  redeeming
About love the
Very mention of that word
Frightens me
More than
A fight with death
I am scared
That if I come looking for it
It will lead
To me
Being hurt
Discarded as if I am medical waste
Don't go near me
I am who I am
As I cry in the corner
I can't think of anything
More then to flutter
Off like a butterfly
A butterfly to a better place
Why don't I stop looking for love
Why can't I look for
More knowledge
And curiosities
In life and death

~
The day was orange
The word is yellow
Out like a light switch
Teeth a steady glow

The projectile's
Crisscross trajectory
Is no kindness

In the catacombs of this mine
Watch it leak
Watch it settle

What remains is
Subterranea, urania
Built to last
A moment to inhale
Before fade to black
~

I am your Bonny
You are my Clyde
Together forever
Side by side .
Take to the highways
Travel through towns
Run with the ups
Push away the downs.
We will sleep under
The stars look up
At the moon
Greet every sunrise
As if the light in the room.
We will dance the meadows
Sing to the hills
Everyday we will blossom
With the people we ****.

people have their god
               and
people have their no god
               but
neither has solid proof
                nor
the definitive answer
               only
what they truly believe in
                and
they’re so sure of themselves
               that
they’ll defend and protect their beliefs
                  if
any differences are shouted at them
                 and
they’ll hold and cradle their beliefs
               tightly
like a security blanket
                 and
they’ll preach their beliefs
                  to
any pair of ears they come across
                  it’s
the never-ending game
           straddling
the on-going centuries
                  if
you have god, go with god
                and
                  if
you have nothing, go with nothing
                 just
leave me the hell out of it:
your beliefs
      my beliefs
          his beliefs
             her beliefs
               their beliefs
                 were never a certainty.

When a noble heart is betrayed,
He runs not home, but feeds the flame.

Toward the low, he throws his grace,
A furious fall from a higher place.

As if to curse what once was pure,
To make his past no longer endure.

Not for pleasure, not for thrill
But to punish the light it once stood still.

A man goes to a doctor—
“Doctor, I’m depressed,”
the man says; life is harsh,
unforgiving, cruel.

The doctor lights up!--
The treatment, after all, is so simple!

“The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight,”
the doctor says,
“Go and see him! That should sort you out.”

The man bursts into tears.

“But doctor,”
he says,
“I am Pagliacci.”

i wrote the ache down,
filed it under temp/data/emotions_v27/
and still—
it boots at startup.

don’t ask me where it hurts.
it’s in the whitespace.
it’s in the semicolon i forgot to place
between “i’m fine”
and “but.”

you think this is poetry?
nah.
this is me
trying to make the silence less slippery.

i’ve been laughing in sans-serif
so nobody prints me in italics.

i bury metaphors like landmines
because i don't want your sympathy—
i want your uncertainty.

this isn’t an elegy.
it’s a system restore point.

and if you’re reading this,
know:
i didn’t survive it to write about it.
i wrote about it
so i wouldn’t code myself out of the scene.