All of us,
You and Me,
We are
Nature’s dream
machines

We are the ones
with
radiated eyes

With
talented pens
and paper
as  
allies

Our liberated
thoughts
journey
into
the skies

-

full moon
in a sequined cloak
one eye open
in the smoke

hiding in
a bit of lace
a coquettish fan
over your face

all golden
are your
dripping beams
through my window
birthing dreams

all through the air
the darkness stains
leaving dust
as its remains

drowsy now
the lullabies
bring that moondust
to my eyes

night
he slumbers
in the day
but he's now snoring
where he lay

all yawning now
the poems will keep
I'll join with night
in restful

sleep


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/21/2016

I saw you
after a long while and
just like before, my heart skipped;
all the noise became a murmur,
I ate my words, gobbled up my phrases,
and I can't finish anythi

I want you to remember my lips around your neck with my hands around your face, begging for more.  I want you to see me in that empty room, knowing I should be there to comfort the silence.  I want you to think of me while you rest your head, so I can relieve the loneliness.  I need you to remember- you were my home, my shelter.  Above all, I need you to know that I'm sorry for pushing you away.  You broke my heart, while I broke your spine- the countless remnants of my balmy emotions were far too much for your back to carry alone.  You carried all of my broken shards, what a selfish task I made you do alone. Had I realized this sooner- your back wouldn't be broken, nor would my heart.

poor art boy,
his mind was a gallery,
full of art,
until the factory
of society,
came along polluting it,
with reality,
and tearing it apart.
poor art boy,
poor
art
boy
.

WHEN I SAY I WANT TO DIE,
I DO NOT MEAN PHYSICALLY,
BUT MORE SO,
MENTALLY
AND
EMOTIONALLY.
I WANT MY FEELINGS
TO DIE
SO
I MAY NO
LONGER CRY
I'M TIRED OF MY THOUGHTS
SUFFOCATING ME
AND MAKING IT
HARD FOR ME
TO BREATHE
DON'T YOU SEE?
THESE THINGS
ARE RUINING ME?
JUST DIE,
PLEASE,
SO
I
CAN
BE
FREE
AND
LEARN
TO
SURVIVE
.