"I could actually, win," I said to myself.

Then reality hit me in the face.

And I lost, before I could even try.

hangover guides me home again.
old news spews through
the screens all around me.
lies are subjective
and time is a flat circle.

we are somewhere near the eye of the storm.

high ground is the sure plan to suffer so
save yourself by submitting to flood.
mirrors reveal your fastest escape plan.
clouds are coming no matter how hard
you blow back, so all you can hope for is snow.

we are somewhere near the eye of the storm.

Nights turn into nightmares

Days prove no Exception

I don't love you anymore

But your memory
Your touch,
it lingers on my skin
The whisper of your voice
I love you

It follows me,
It haunts me.

A tantalizing nostalgia

How come
No one ever told me

The living can haunt the living

I get high off my lows when my life is rapidly moving out of control.
I wish someone had told me that drugs come in the form of people too.
I love waking up whole to the bonfire of a warm and loving soul.
But I know that you will eventually grow tired of me somehow they all do.
Diligently dealt with depression before and I’ve been silently subjected to a detrimental allure.
This obsession with depression will have me in a state of regression.
I have visions of nightmares when the night stares, this is my confession.
I have been falling apart while trying to piece together my broken heart.
Love does not know the pain it heals and pain does not know the love it seeks.
The doors of my closet lead to a graveyard that has been burdened with my endeavours of trying to be someone worthy of your love.
Depression hit harder than the recession, it had me regressing and constantly questioning my level of progression.
I wish someone had told me that drugs come in the form of people too.
If someone alerted me then I wouldn’t have fallen so deep in love with you.

Dear J,

       Did you know, there are billion of stars that made up a galaxy?
       The sun is the closest to the earth.
       YOU ARE THE CLOSEST TO ME.

P.S. Stay close, baby.


R

Poems with power impact on life
Lyrics that bring a soul from land of the death
Courage with strength of iron shrouded in gold
And people still cry deep in the twilight.

Dawn is a curse when remember to go
At doctor for a white paper with black letters on,
Recipes written on mega speed
Others don't give a dime if you leave.

I forgive myself from being mean
I forgive you for shouting at me
Forgive and forget and happy move on,
Let the earth spin one more year around the sun.

Why do you all gather just to shatter?

Grip another frame and nod to the banter

Your eyes stay vacant in faces like plaster

Lines for lunacy and the jaws move faster

Dawn dazed youth distracted by a sunbeam

Speak about nothing but stay smug when the lights gleam

Laugh for the alien with a sober reaction

What we lack in conviction we make up in traction

We only speak sense to a casual observer

Black light goddess with the vanity fervor

in these spaces full of frenzied freaks

The highs scream predatory and the time sings bleak