I wish I could have told you before—
That all of your problems stacked up
is less than the distance
you jumped from.

It doesn't matter
what you tell me
and what I tell you.

You could be mine
and I could be yours
but twenty three days of silence
could write a lot more love letters
than us.

The atoms of which the sun consists
lays upon the land
who can only resist.

No, indeed, I must insist!
The story is etched into murky water and mist:

Oh, the sinking sun—with a twist—
setting on someone
who did never exist.

Love preservation—
On the metal of the time capsule sits:
a seed.

clothes got soaked in rain.
dont know why i expected
them to smell like salt.

too broke to travel the world so you travel your mind instead.
you can put beautiful words to bad decisions but
it's still a ******* bad decision.

You are the child of
Wine and the Giza Pyramids—
Slanted intoxication.

You are the sibling of
Your grand;
Golden as he sings melodies
made of cheap whiskey.

You are the uncle of
The reborn generation,
"I accept everyone except those who do not,"
They said.
Pretentious, yes.

But worry not, for
This is not a talk show
You are not sitting in a plush chair,
An audience at your eyes.
You are not the father.

When I am writing I am thinking of you
When I am thinking of you I am thinking of you
When I am breathing I am

Always.

Roller coaster plane ride
Nose dives into the ocean in my mind and all that's still on it is
You.

The clouds part like seas for Moses upon our inevitable arrival once again. I can see angels being hung by twine. The sky ran away from his kingdom to vacation upon the Earth. The soil soul rubs into his toes.

You are not an earthly being trapped in the clouds. You're heavenly gold bound to earth.

You're an opposite. A composite.

Proximity does not lead to permissivity
Another day goes by right next to you
Another day we forget to speak

solemn day out at sea
when even words
won't talk to me.

even after a hundreds years of abandonment,
people still will visit ruins.

Read, and regurgitate—review and reiterate—perceive and perpetuate—
Agitate the invertebrate—
Spineless, mindless,
     your body is a mess.
Your finest has blindness but he still could pass a test—only of literacy, of liberty,
     of mystery and misery.
We don't possess the ability in the end
     to comprehend.

people die when we forget that they're alive in our minds

You*

       Don't
                  Remember
                                ­      Me.
                    Faraway.
                          ­            So
                                              Last­
                                                        Time:
  ­                      Don't come home.

We went for soup and I got salad.

People walk by in the airport.

People walk.
I wait.

People wait.
I walk.

Your absence, a petty guilt,
threw daggers from the inside my my mind.
A personal demon dragged up from Hell to replace you.
He picked up your old ****** needles.

Put them to good use on me.

you said you wanted my lips
and i laughed at the way you worded it
and the way you thought
you didn't have them already.
almost as if
we haven't been speaking
our entire lives.
almost as if
you weren't even listening
to every word i gave to you