A scarlet liquid dripping-, ever, so gently
  unto the crisp, spring soil
  causes the most faint tapping sound -
  to occur.
   tap
     tap
He feels the life slipping-, ever, so swiftly.
In a puddle of blood, thick as oil,
   he finds himself a comfortable spot
   on the ground- to ensure
   that he doesn't feel the fall.
    tap
      tap
Things become a blur,
  as he smiles: remembering it all.
   The beauty of life, so pure.

one day I want to travel to the moon
carve our names in the crevasses
because a tree isn't enough
to express my love for you.

Sometimes I want to travel to london
and lock our names on a love bridge
because a fence at school
just isn't enough
to express my love for you.

Sometimes I want to write poems
on your fire hot skin
with my red burning lips
because my words just aren't enough
to express my love for you.

but there's nothing here! i'd find more in
Siberia or Sahara! not one person on here
is working with Pixar or being an
ingenious alcoholic without
a crucifix grasped to execute rather
than repent...
if i'm not dead, i'd be a pope
and just say a one word litany:
limbo! limbo; Dante! limbo!
i'm not Pope Francis.. but i'm a Virgil...
2nd Dante... Dante! it's limbo!
fear this place! it's a sacrilege to become
involved in it!
let all those hopeless enter and be at home...
let all those hopeful enter and be homeless...
for indeed this place can only be redeemed
by a mechanised lullaby;
and even that too is cannibalised -
man an obstruct unto man's demands,
thus in priestly guise, absolved and
asked for reprimand; or pervert spanking.

I was in love
or at least I think i was
I never truly knew what love was or what it stood for
I just knew it was something that some people felt and some people didn't
Maybe I just felt like it was there because I wanted it to be there
I remember wanting to be with him all the time
It all became too much too fast
if I could have another day with him being mine
I definitely would do anything to have that happen
but that's not how it works
You have to learn to move on  pick up the pieces of your heart and put them back together yourself
You have to forget
Believe me when I tell you If you don't forget
you drive yourself completely and utterly insane
You have to forget

A sudden turn of events
in the cavernous minds
of ignorant, hopeful men.

All bridges have been burnt.

Complete halt in the reconstruction.

But - the brain folk need to pass,
(the path of least resistance)
so they enter the canyons 
 beneath their beloved bridges.

Suddenly the mood switches:
"These ditches contain riches!"

A vacation from the run-of-the-mill 
  colorless everyday crossings.

With destruction comes discovery.

They say sugar is sweet,

  yet it is, nowhere near as sweet
  
  as the residue upon my cheeks.

Her thighs clamped upon my ears:

oh, how I've wished this for years..

The earth is getting warmer,
the ice are melting,
the polar bears are endangered,
mermaids are not real,
my dad's never getting clean,
you'll never drive two hours to bring me Butterfingers,
you'll never listen to the songs I send you,
you don't know my middle name,
I feel like I have to beg to be with you,
you'll never read this poem because it's so tiny and insignificant,
and my heart's going to break any day now
but I'd still ask you to pick up the pieces for me.