The moon had a belly ache and
He told gravity to slow down
He told time to slow down
He told the universe to slow down.
But they didn’t listen to him,
Because the moon is
So quiet,
So quiet,
So quiet,
They didn’t hear him
Whisper his worries
And the Earth wouldn’t even
Vouch for him
When he mentioned it at the next
Office meeting.

All he wanted was a wet kiss
Stained red. And all he was,
Was a concrete floor. And all I did
Was slap him once, because
All he wanted was my
Blood on his skin, and all his skin
Was nothing but destruction. And for once,
All I wanted was destruction. And he
Finally kissed me back, and all I remember
Is bleeding and laughing and crying. And he
Didn’t say much. So all I did was lay
On top of his concrete body and wait,
Because I knew they’d come. All they
Wanted was to see him love, and all I
Did was love. And I promise I won’t
Do it again. (do it again) (do it
Again). I promise.

Fluctuating back and forth on the idea of how to relieve
The theme of cynicism throughout your life;
Tough like nails: too stubborn to let go of whatever
They were hammered into; the hits we take
Make us unstable and unmovable from certain aspects.
You chose to Stitch your eyes up
With a thin piece of cynical string and a metal needle.
Threading the idea of light and dark in each vessel,
Causing your body parts to glow and show
Off the direction of ideas, in out and down,
But never up, for the sake of falling for the
Instinctual trust and hope humans so conveniently thrive for.
Conquered and obtained the conflict from your child
Hood, fluctuating on the idea of morally right
And morally wrong. Cough, cough, cough. Right
Lung punctured by stale smoke, your lips twitch in
The environment. Blood swells in your veins, forget
That women’s ******* are to feed her children.
Wipe the grin off the old man whose sipping warm
Whiskey, tell him his wife is six feet under and partying
With the demons he drove her to acquire.
Like water, you are the universal solvent
Cleaning, clearing, conquering and
Creating a new symbiosis with human beings and
The world they are submerged in; We take it for granted.
Cynicism in brevity, is beautiful for the fact that it claims to be
Open and calm like ocean waves during low tide
Or a baby child’s gaggle and coo.  Fluctuating between calm
And ignorant, more so unintentionally rational to the point
Of tearing your human anatomy apart and dipping the
Soon to be suffocated air in heavy smoke.
I’m afraid
Humans just can’t handle the **** truth of reality.

The ones with words like love, lust, or
Broken, dust, forgotten, and worst of all,
The ones with I’m sorry or
I miss you. That’s ******
Poetry. To read those words or
Feel those emotions and continue
To repeat them on thin lines of fabricated meanings
Because you have no way of escaping
Or are too much of a coward to admit them;
Writing for emotional advantages or
Disadvantages, to persuade others
Or yourself. That’s ****** poetry,
The clichés and hand holdings, dripping with
Redpinkblack ink, and I’s dotted with hearts.
Just to pretend that for a second in time
They made you feel
Poetry. But it’s not true. You
Did not feel those words, those words
That have hammered the ideals of
love.
Society has us falling for ******
Poetry. Beware of the useless
“jargon” created by ones “love”
For you. It’s all the same.
Now dear,
All I’mtrying to say is I want
You, but not your ****** poetry.

They tell us curiosity kills the cat; the people
Who own the world’s clichés.
It is a product of nature, exclaims the sun;
Come out at night and see what they’ve done.
Who has produced a day without any light,
And put a contradicting planet up in the poorly lit
Sorry excuse for a sky.
‘Once in a blue moon it disappears’
Though the cat continued to climb the fences of Rome.
It stayed so long
That it could see the destruction of Carpe Diem.
The fall of the Roman Empire set the golden eyes away,
Leading to the suns moans and groans,
Of rising each and every day.
As it complains to the moon,
It reflects off its worries toward the ball of earth below.
Now the cat can be seen,
And curiosity is not willing to
Pretend to be blind.

A whale’s eye

A man

A thunderstorm

A Sea
A monster called philosophy,
Conquered by an intellectual.
He was brought to his knees,
Begging for salvation; whatever that word means.

A wooden ship awoken by the waves

A sea breeze interrupted a fine day

A broken heart leaves the eyes closed, but leaves a soul ripped open

Bandadges soaked with blood
A brain rested outside of the skull
Untouched but alive.
Trust broken.

Pink strips and white teeth
Underneath your mind, let’s kiss
With our fist, under the tree
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
That’s when we first realized
Our eyes were swimming in the same water, colored
Green and blue full of morbid views
Ten times crazier, you scream
‘They poisoned me’
The bark was brown and your hair stood up as
Lightning colored the sky pink
Eyes stained with black tears
Continuing through this retired rhythm, we
As one,
Give in to what time has whispered to us,
We are done.