The opposite of one,
The great minds will explain,
Is not none,
But borders on insane.
And will there be attraction,
Like one finds in love,
Or simply more distraction,
And more of the above?
Seek and find,
Find and seek,
A puzzle in a pretzel,
A dripping from a leak.
When you think you’ve found equation,
And all sums negate,
Hold you breath for deflation,
And be prepared to debate.
I went down that road,
In the forest it did diverge,
I thought my karma flowed,
Until the paths did merge.
A quest for that grail,
May never really end,
But lift anchor and sail,
And hope you find a friend.

It's my lifeboat
that floats
center stage in the
opaque green, mucky lake.

It glistens and gleams

As its diamond eyes
stare into mine
and ****** me;
further manipulating my senses.

The lake speaks in sonnets,
admitting truths of love and desire.

It cannot live without me,
for I have always managed to make its life more "hectic in the best way possible"

-a forbidden love.

"One day we will find a way to be together", it says.

"One day you and I may become one."

I need the lake, for it has always managed to find me peace.

     Sincerely yours,
                              
                                 Curtis

My leaky red lifeboat.

It's sinking; slowly sinking.

Soon, the lake will have taken it for itself and we will "finally be able to be together.", as it had once said.

Although, as much as I love the lake, and as much peace as it has brought me, I am very hesitant to accept this.

As my lifeboat fades into oblivion, taking me with it, I wonder.

-'So this is how it's going to end, huh? ..really?'

    Sincerely yours,
                              
                                C­urtis

The lake is drying up, and I no longer know what to do. They have taken my lifeboat.

They told me that it'd be okay- that they would make sure I turned out alright.

Yesterday they gave me an ultimatum: them or this, my life as it stands.

As I expressed my immense confusion, they only seemed to grow equally so and angrier than I had ever seen them.

The lake is my dearest love.

However,  I cannot promise myself to it, as I fear that that would be my worst and biggest mistake.

           Sincerely yours,
                                     Curtis

SOMEONE ASKED ME TO DESCRIBE
HOME AND I ALMOST SAID YOUR NAME
BUT I STAYED QUIET INSTEAD, PEOPLE
EXPECT YOU TO SAY A **** PLACE
BUT I FELT MORE HOME IN YOUR TWO
ARMS THAN I EVER IN MY OWN HOUSE

Yesterday, I got a burn.

Embers rushed through my throat,
And into my lungs,
My pain cracked a smile.

Oh, how joyful it was to be twisted,
As parts of me turn into ash,
Then burn into my heart.
A mark,
That would stay,
Forever.