For Her*

There is a golden flower to my right. The bee scales it against the stumbling breeze. It is the train tracks that rust over it in the September daylights. A cut on my finger from the ice. Everyone around me knows that I’m scared out of my mind of what’s out there and what’s to come.

Such bees are too young to know that I am the metallic smell of a ****** nose. Hair on my arm is the wild grass. She was there. As always, like a schizophrenic ghost. I am at a loss for words. “Keep at it,” the bee said. But I found it hard to exhale.

She, who is the one who writes this poem. I can fill the dreams up with my sky and the sky up with my dreams. The ringing in my head has subsided. I am content with it. Her is who it is and always will be. That is all.

smooth
soft
sensation

A ravine
darkened by
some trees.

The leaves
knelt on
the floor.

Solitude
can be found.
Right across the river.
Homeward bound.

i leave the lights on
and my mind unlocked
so you can come back
whenever you want

Out the window
the sky is blue
and the grass is green

I stare at it
it stares back at me

<3*

that is not
what love
looks like

Sure
sky;
Watercolor
to
spring
remember
to
back
white.
The
come.
To
not
gold
and
Icarus.
The air fan of the to;
Prevails I not out it winter;
Am
tan
be falls stay
walls
the.
Tree the hardness
it's the gray.
From buds
woman fall;
I'll
floor—
go
back.
Game on all;
The in death.
He tiles,
breathing summer always air;
Dying on.

It was the grinding of metal
that echoed from my ear
from then on I knew,
darkness was so very near

Awoke in a hard white room
to the eyes filled with gloom
these people, they loomed.
Am I forever doomed?

This room of white
it’s so dark, yet so bright
please doctor, oh doctor
am I alright?

The doctor had no sound
The world had no sound

The hell hounds were bound
Death is always around.

a gray sky
a hard sky
a deep sky
a deep day

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IN A SEDUCTIVE MANNER

the shelves
in my bathroom
are so square

organized
like something I
once knew

reflections
reflect-- directions
nothingness
it is

god
i wish she knew
inside im screaming
i love you

araht

from nothing
—to ignite with some passion
and play the heartstrings
with melodic tastes of romance
in my hazy dreams
drenched in red wine
the lady beckons for me

She
was
so
beautiful,

but
never
mine.

IT'S MY LIFE
AND I NEED
IT NOW!

To the small frost;
though the rain
reminds me of you.

There is a fire at the lake?  Wow, that's brutal.

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yyyooo poo5 \\t

You have to be optimistic
when dealing with depression.
And I know it hurts more than
anything I've ever known. But
If today isn't alright, tomorrow
will be.

some dark blue
sun in night
moon in morning
fractured glass

Mother, mother dear
it is so hard I know
to leave me here
Mother, mother dear

from the window
she was there

on the bleachers—
homecoming game

I brushed my fingers
on the glass

the window did nothing
I am mostly invisible

scarlet
maroon more so
I am lost in cycles
and writers blocks
headaches or such
looking at this rigid world
I weep

de
sc
       end

Mr. Frost you must think me right,
For I will not visit your solemn woods tonight.

I am sorry
for breaking
the
silence
with the leaves
crunching
under my shoes

The last remains of winter still grasped the edge
of spring like dangling off the edge of a cliff,

desperate for any love

FOR-VISUAL+POETRYHERE

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hot
hot
hot
hot
hot
hot
shot

Listening to this structured spoken word ****
let me toss a rock
and shatter your grammar

I'll attack you
like an art movement

I watch the smoke disperse.
For it is dusk outside.
This hazy land of night.

I'm
____
you

I have walked
the somber forests.
     (Ha! It is
     he who whistles
     of  love, romance
     and lost thought)
 I was the one who had done it--
There is a gentle tide on the rock.
You understand it; the tired thing
(Life happens again, again
      and again)

To be here--
to be here is to be that handful of dust;
     i knew it
     at a time

To be here is to fetch the women
    for the summer
    dances (hear, hear)

the beach rolls
&
the sand weeps

This into out;
That before turned reborn! it stand not once into I with;
Life spit;
Here I I today my troubled.
Struggled I a shriveled.
I heart;
Reborn had something death;
Nothing is am! despise ended began.
Life world;
That grew in to;
Even has;
You life inhale.
For up into.
One

supple
in full

So here we all stand
at this great funeral for a friend

Do you smell the lilacs?
do they burn into your head?

Because I will tell you
What this man said,

"I am only free when I am dead.
Where are my dearest friends?
I can wait no longer."

Bullet to the head.

I.

I'm to
spring ahead


II.

Netflix &
remembering again.

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the cold,
tantalizing fire
looked at me—
a stranger
and knew me—
a lover

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This is life
watch it break you into
shooting rabbits
let them wither
let them die
I am death
but I am alive

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Shots, shots to the head
we're all still alive
but with our intellects dead