you have her
youth in your
clammy, divisive palms.
you have her
childlike innocence
and her bedtime stories
and her goodnight kisses.

isnt it only fair
that you should also
hold, so dearly, every
scar you placed on her
silken skin and
arythmic heart?

right now
she is dancing
fireside, so freely,
tasting the last embers of
stale whiskey
and always, always the absence you.

in the morning her veins
will break free and bleed
you away.

she holds nothing but
the shattered remains

Take me back to summer
Where the time was simpler
And the love was greater
Where you held my hand
And held me 'till I was better

Take me back to the time where our love was still alive.

Twisting, turning, tides o churning
Diving down, to drown the burning
Fires flying, dreams of dying
Yearning and still learning.

Chase the oil slicks,
Douse the blackness.
Flee the river styx,
Let go of false desires.

Set the past, ablaze with matches.
Destroy this hatred, in its masses.
Follow footsteps, frightened faces,
And find fate hides, in many places.

Whilst wounded
I've no anger
In this heart

Toward you

A poem without a feeling
When one is estrange from them self
A desire to want a want for desire
Convoluted and not yet acquired
It's not empty,
or missing.
A combination of both ?
The heart is there but absent.
The heart is a class,
but the feelings aren't there.

the absence of heart is not the absent of mind, dot dot dot read between the lines

Wincing at the light, I deprive myself;
Take in an uneven frame.
With lowered brows and interminable thoughts
I pass it all by,

Float and reflect on the detail
Never seen,
Convinced I experienced it all,
Scratching in the rest;

I tear in the blue sky and smear the
Breaking waves;
I become more an object of scorn as the greens
And greys of the cliff side are marred,

Framed in the corner of an eye.

The last thing you said
Was "I'll see you later"
But it is much later
And you are nowhere to be found

Your absence is crushing me
More than that
Steering wheel must've
Crushed you

I felt my body break
Before I even heard
I know it hurt you
But you have no idea
How much it's hurting me

The end of your life
Caused the end of my living
And I'm not sure
If it can get any worse
Than the feeling of
*Vacancy