i am a hopeless romantic
with suicidal antics
that cant seem to love herself

she cant seem to nudge herself
out of depressive episodes
but she has expressive goals
to fall in love

to call on love
for several favors
and she has several wagers
that "this one will be 'the one'"
that what ever is done
can be undone
and that she will be okay
because one day love will fix it all

she is a pathetic romantic
with an optimistic aesthetic
and a manic
personality

i am so tired
but
everything that
exhausts me
keeps me
awake
at night

I’m sitting in my car
Chain smoking,
It’s raining hard,
Rivers run through
The side walk
Making it a little cleaner,
Waterfalls rush down
The roof tiles,
The sound of it
hitting the ground
As thought inducing
As the nicotine
My body keeps
Asking for.

Thoughts of Her
Paint me a pretty picture.

She loved my writing,
She read all of it,
The love I had for Her
Could be felt
Through the screen,
Through the paper,
Even Through my lips
Whenever I had the courage
To tell Her.

I could see it in Her skin,
My words marching
With bayonets and
Strikingly bright
Torches that lit up
The whole room,
My hands rightfully  
Followed,
Climbing up Her legs,
Up and down Her hips,
Moving up Her back.

In days like these
The rain would be
The least of our
Problems.

It would be how much
I wanted Her..

And how much
She wanted me.

and yes i do feel betrayed

betrayed by my body
my mind
my hands
my clothes

lust is an awful sin to get involved in

Can I call?
I want to listen
To you sing
What you've
done lately,
Hear you crack
Open a can
Of laughter
That has been
Saved up
In the attic
For the past
Few months.
Rations you
Had saved
Up for a
Better day,
I want to
Be quiet
With you.
And hear
You say
That everything
Will be okay.

Am I twisted?
Am I serpentine
pretzel logic and
tubular bells and
earthy smells
Am I something
you would notice
I hope not
so I hope so
I fear not I fear
and there we are
always are hoping
and fearing and
napping
napping helps
with the fearing
ok yawn i'm back
where was i
oh I found myself
being serpentine
and it made me
wonder how
i am used by
by some fungus
to write this

Glasses are off,
A rare event.
And maybe I can't read the label of my shampoo bottle,
But the soap bubbles gleam like never before,
Miraculous, tiny rainbows seen for the very first time.
And the truth is the government is drugging you
To keep life unexciting,
Blame them for all your miseries.
I am not a therapist!
Just a visionary,
With **** vision.
But only a 20/20 fool
Would see that as an issue.

The silver screen makes it seem
Like Fido is the quintessential American dog name.
Fido, what a strong
And mysterious name.
But I have never met a real life Fido.
So what was the birth of Fido?
When was the death?
I should like to meet a Fido.
Please stop naming your pets Oreo.

If I had a nickel,
For every time I changed my mind,
Well, I don't know what I would do with
All those nickels,
But now I hate this poem, so
Goodbye

They've locked themselves in the garden,
Where they twist and turn and torment,
Drifting further from me.
Oh, how I wish I could dance with a daisy,
But they prefer the weeds.