You left me like chocolate raindrops hitting a river of mud flowing through a Saint Valentine's Day *******.

You left me like the last surviving, half naked girl running through the forest, during a 1980's
Friday the 13th movie marathon.

You left me like the last piece of pizza, that no one eats, that remains in the open box, that sits on the coffee table all night, after a college kegger fest.

You left me like when your wife leaves her wedding ring on her nightstand, while she goes out to her best friend's Bachelorette party at a strip joint.

You left me like the only kid in your class that never got picked for a game of kickball during noon recess in elementary school.

You left me like the backwash in the bottom of soda can as you offer me a drink, knowing there were no more sodas left in the fridge.

You left me like you do all the crumbs you leave in a nearly empty, wrinkled bag of chips after you were playing World of Warcraft for 16 hours.

You left me like the last match in book of matches as we try to start a fire during a family camping trip, then it starts to rain.

You left me like you did your last boyfriend with a long text that was meant for me, but you actually sent it to my mom.

You left me like the last petal on a thorny rose bush that clinges onto it's last thread to the branch that holds it, during a severe thunderstorm.

You left me like ... one second.

(Scratching my head)

Pause, never mind.

Thank God, You are Gone!!

Reach the world
in the gleam of light
From the pitch black cave
to super bright

Open your eyes
to the great big blue
Smiling faces
and demons too

Shining sun
then darkened gloom
Pouring rain
seals it's doom

Growing older
from months to years
Waste away in
blood stained tears

Cruel but simple
damaged this place
Surrounded by sorrow
craving our space

Death bed ridden
withered with hate
Eyes were blinded
by substance and stain

Into the box,
I lay perfectly still
We destroyed the world,
now swallow the pill

Wood pine box
I seek no time
Seeing pictures of you
trapped in my mind

Closed eyes in the dark
lay there in peace
Tears fall to the floor
and tripped over feet

One second no more
no ticks on the clock
Wish you here
My heart does not stop

Hold me together
Shaken and stolen
You left us to early
God Bless, you are golden

We live in a world of ill reprieve,
cast into the under belly of society.

We are driven into the depths of mortal sins,
drowning in pools of ***** waste that haunt our minds.

We are forever deserted in a desolate wasteland of filth,
crawling and scratching our way to the surface just to breathe.

We are in hell's kitchen, where we are the feast
and the natives are restless and getting very hungry.

We destroyed every morsel of our well being,
we were not civilized human beings, we were animals.

We were the cause of the volatile destruction of mankind,
we dropped the words, the weapons and the bombs.

We are no more.

Our winter nights as children
would find us lying next to the floor vent
of the heater, at most two of us at a time, in our old drafty house, just to stay warm.

Dad would line the windows
with plastic and stuff towels in
the cracks of the panes to
stop the cold air from coming through.

A few times, we only had
the heat of our oven to warm up the kitchen,
Several bedrooms were locked up
to conserve what heat we had,
dad would always drip water from the faucet
to keep the pipes from freezing

My parents couldn't afford much
in those days, not on a mechanic's wage,
and feeding a family of eight
Our warmth was what we had,
our bond in the winter months
It' was not much warmth, but it was ours.

Our walks to school were even colder,
bristling through the knee deep snow
in our second hand, Goodwill jackets
and two pairs of thin gloves and socks
to keep our fingers and toes from freezing.

Every morning, my mom would prepare us
either a hot, steeping bowl of oatmeal
or cream of wheat, the smell of dad's military
coffee lingered throughout the house,
long after he left for work.

It was those mornings, I remembered most though,
those 6 am mornings, in a old, drafty house,
you could hear my dad shuffling the newspaper
just before my mom would knock on our bedroom doors to get us up

Its been a month of your passing,
I can still hear you rustle the newspaper
and I can still smell your burnt military coffee
every morning since and I still don't want
to get out of bed

We didn't have much warmth in that old, drafty house, but it was all ours.

Waves of stain glisten
on my rainbow days

Its as if moonbeams danced
around my torrid dreams
and slapped me into next week

Tattooed ****** images
seeking to find some
god forsaken purpose
constantly playing hide and seek
behind my eyes

The trickles down the water pipe,
we dont recognize their underlying sins
that flows beside us

We don't think of mercy.
We think of wrongful morality.
Turning a page of lust,
we become stripped
of our innocence.

Its a life of unexpected metaphors
seeking countless divisions
inside a cave of infinite darkness

My thoughts caressed
twisted views of my past.
Then I start to realize
maybe they were all true.

Pulling the covers over my head,
basting in my own selflessness,
I cowered within
but in peace

Dark words
Seeping through your blood stained lips
Bound

Dark stare
Piercing through your blank deep eyes
Torture

Dark heart
Piercing through your soulless mind
****

Drop from the edge
Single step in place

Constant melancholy
No one hears you

Scream at will
Quite pleasing

World crash
End in time

Murderer's row
Blood spills

Remove the knife
Quiet the crowd

My world is pure and simple.

My mind is impure and complicated.

Come inside.

Mark it up, Let's go mother
You are no different from every other
Your callous mind and risen hand
Had flipped the switch and snapped the band

Welted plenty by your prints,
what you did, makes no sense.
Threats were verbal with tinted slur
Malicious punishment was such a blur

Crossed the lines with abuse and pain
Take away my life in vain
No timely love can reckon thought
Not forgiven or seconds bought

Fear the wind goodbye
Shoelace strings and rubber bands
Streetlights flicker dark

Stare down or look away
I am the sad one,
the sad one, THE SAD ONE !!
STOP
STOP NOW
Be lost into my lonely harmony
I fear not by my heart,
but by my inner desires to cry.

Tear drops on light tin roofs,
Tap, tap
Tap, tap
Pouring down like a hellish thunderstorm
Rhythm hard and lightning heavy

Silence beckons

Wrap your words around my pen
Bleed them on the page
When the ink turns the river red
A poet is always made

Razor edge
of dampened steel
Press it down
cold blue feel

Eyes are down,
I see the mark
seeping red
crimson dark

Sad clear day
stopping time
Rest the wicked
Hear the chime

Sometimes I feel
that I am swinging axes in the dark.
Hitting nothing
but air and opportunity.

One day, I will open that door,
turn on that light,
Then say to the world,
"Hello, world, it's nice to see you! "

Sleep deprived dreaming.
You counted the shadows on the wall,
only to see that the real monster is still breathing.
You saw the red bricks drop inside suicidal minds,
only to hear the deaf people start screaming.
Tempers so loud, veins pulsating
around your neck, everyday words
have no meaning.

Just look at those rusted, old stop signs
with shot up bullet holes,
they sit on old, abused street corners near cardboard mansions of the tired and weary
and the $20 crack ******.
Your feet get red and blistered from pounding this
busted up pavement with worn out, useless soles.
You feel like you are standing softly with
a distant shovel digging up your own brittle bones.

This convoluted dream is all broken,
rotten inside spider web corridors,
empty alleyways with bicycles stolen.
You try and sleep with both eyes closed,
but the sun shines through the cracked
window panes
but it is not yet golden.
The loud whispers turned into silent screams,
can you hear me slowly falling?

I saw you beg for change on the corner
of  Western and North.
with your raggedy , torn clothes
and a lot of street sense survival.
You just held up your homemade cardboard
sign for some help, a home, and
Oh!! Thank the Lord,
your own street sense revival.
I saw the tall, gray, city people spit on you
and you just sat there
and read your raggedy, torn bible.

Why does this have to be?
People not caring for each other,
not loving each other, or not praying for peace.
So don't just walk by or drive by
and not give a ****,
like you don't really see.
Maybe that useless soul that stands on the street corner, in those raggedy, torn clothes,
is your mother, your father
your sister, your brother
or maybe it is just, just, just me.

Not ordinary
Confused and hollowed
Trick the bottle
Poison swallowed

Wretched souls baste in hell
breaking earth and seeking bell

Minds forsaken deep in dark
Forthcoming hearts torn apart

Mystic lines streams down the pane
shadows emerge driving the train

Faceless demons reaching within
breaking my walls, stealing my grins

Go away and reappears
feeding, breeding, drip down tears

Shocked by the terror of fallible desires
Pushed into the well, burned by fires

Lay prone on the ground,
the needles of the green grass
travel and softly plunge into my skin.

I slowly close my eyes.

I start to feel the insects crawl over the contours
of my naked body. Creeping over every single inch of me, they begin to send electrical impulses of seismic shock into my blood.

I stop breathing for a split second.

My muscles tighten around my bones, no motion to behold, I am locked in place.
Their tiny mouths with razor teeth begin to feed on my skin and I can not scream for help.

I just heard my last sound.

My heart took it's last beat, my lungs took it's last breathe, my skin felt it's last touch
and my eyes saw it's last scene.
Then my mind had it's last thought.

Finally Peace.