Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair
As close she leaned and poured her heart through thee,
Whereof the articulate throbs accompany
The smooth black stream that makes thy whiteness fair,—
Sweet fluttering sheet, even of her breath aware,—
Oh let thy silent song disclose to me
That soul wherewith her lips and eyes agree
Like married music in Love’s answering air.

Fain had I watched her when, at some fond thought,
Her ***** to the writing closelier press’d,
And her breast’s secrets peered into her breast;
When, through eyes raised an instant, her soul sought
My soul, and from the sudden confluence caught
The words that made her love the loveliest.

I am a hurricane.
My world is this ***** of emotions
on a saturdaynight with the vague taste of ***** and caramel.
All of my relationships smell like bodyfluids
latex with the fake taste of strawberries or chocolate.
My last wednesday consisted of two jobs, two bottles and no sleep.
It's how I like my days.
The people who were supposed to raise me snorted more than I ever will.

I am a hurricane.
In my eye, you stand.

Broken girl
Folded over the curb
Neon pink wig
Halo on her head
Vomiting in the street
"Lose a contact?"
A smart *** says
Lost
She has lost more than that
Vodkas, beers, lemon drops
Spin her head
Completely around
Sea salt spray
Mists on her lips
Clears her mind
For a brief moment
Memories try to sneak back in
But the liquor swirls them away
******* on unsteady feet
Jostles her way
Back into the Riptide
Crowded with Halloween revelers
Sits, then slips off the
Retro bar stool
Asks for more punishment in a glass
Anything to make the pain push away
Even if just for a few hours
She's now had her fill
Halo a bit askew
Pink wig in place
Friends gather 'round
She's incapable of walking
Arms around each other
They make the long journey home
She gratefully passes out
On the cool, crisp sheets
Oblivious to the pain for several more hours
Avoided until she wakes up
To the cold, hard truth
There's no escaping it now

Let’s divide the sky, you and I,
With Wilco tapping our gut, our eyes,
Supplanting the clouds from our grape cigars;
We’ve been folded, too creased to remember
Those country nights, those starry remnants when I would

Always point east with a fettered finger.
If I held it long enough, just enough,
Horns would bud, deviling my digit,
And the fireplace froze over.
I destroy homes and fall, fall, fall with them.

I play the bench observer,
Cigarette **** to people with permanent smiles.
‘Relax,’ you said ‘you need to relax,’
But your lips chapped and bleeding--
They resemble mine in humid daylight,

And the sky moistens and melts
To the tantalizing tune, yellowed summerteeth.

I looked at you and you looked at me
How those sparks flew instantly
Oh how I thought you hung the moon
and the story of us began with a swoon

Then the story of us...became the story of you
and I grew bitter and thought things were through
I wanted to tell you I miss you but could not figure out how
I never knew that silence could be that loud

Maybe if we could just meet in the middle now
Maybe it will all get better somehow
Maybe now we can just kiss under that moon
Maybe our story isn't over .... it just started to soon

Broken,
I am consumed by the words in my head. With no canvas, no clean sheet to paint these expressions of emotions, that I carry so heavily in my heart.
The things I carry are worse than any man can handle, an average man would bend and break in half under this weight. Not me because I have lived these burdens and this weight is mine.
Like Atlas with the world on his back I have felt the burdens of my own heart, and these expectations of my family to be perfect. Although my friends look at me and know my failures but they can't lift this weight from my back.
Now I flex my muscles and I show my strength, in front of all these people who can never measure it or understand it. For my strength lies in a strong heart and soul. Where no one can measure the strength of my heart. My strength looks infinite but it is just the opposite.  it's the most fragile part of my life. Because with one goodbye, my world comes crashing down and the weight of these burdens are too much to bear. my heart and soul are crushed and I lay there under all my regrets. Until I can get back to my feet. And when that day comes, again, I will begin preparing myself to be broken."

My mind is longing for love
A love my heart just found
Words will not describe
The emotions I feel inside
When we are together
I need to hold you close
Heart to mind, or lips to lips
I love your smile,
your **** charm,
your valiant walk

All these things sets alarm
To each day I walk alone
No one can fill my heart . . . your home
I think about you all **** day
But mostly when I lie awake
I never dreamt much in the past
Now I do and its for you
I will stand by your side
Through thick and all
To see that gorgeous smile
That always makes me fall
When you think you have nothing left
I SWEAR to you, I'll be left
Your gentle lips and your beautful glow
An angel I have, from head to toe
I know these words
My heart has shown
To you I vow these words alone.
To: Francisco

Y'know there's those buildings you see
when escaping over the motorway and fleeing the country;
those same pitched roofs along the line,
streetlight tall like eager broken spines;
many-a architect's hand has been there with their
continuous ink, connecting that brick to that corner link,
drawing straight edge drain and eye sore pain,
those red doors and white doors and those PVC ***** doors that always
stand rigid,
though their locks stay locked until they're next visited.

Well those buildings are what you see
when you're fleeing from someone who hasn't let you free.