So I'll go on
I'll walk until my legs will carry me
I'll speak the truth until my voice is gone
I'll share love until there's a heartbeat
and experience it all
journey will end
and I am not sure exactly how
but I don't need to know
and all is well
“the ones that feel everything already know...” Harlon Rivers
curse this blessing. leeches leach this blessing.
this summation this summary judgment
this sum of my addiction addition
where from this mark of cain upon my eyes, intended to drown
a brimful poet in a wellspring of their product?
blood sweat and tears the tea my quill is
in the rivulets that drown the scarred pathways perforce dipped
walk the streets and all secrets to me betrayed
yours not mine for in my possess but one
every scowling every halved smile the ecstasy of belly laugh
I know I know
the libretto of a thousand operas
that do not all reach a final act
a-few cogent my x-ray ability aNd and the most
desperate with out the disparity of no partition
curse this blessing bestowed, I rather
I don't know why
to judge me so fast.
For you haven't
even read my first page,
yet you already
This might be paranoia
Please tell me that I’m wrong
But 27 days
Is already far too long
I told you that I loved you
You said you loved me more
We smile through our sutured eyes
And then you shut the door
I thought that I would lose again
You told me you would stay
Used to always be around
But now you’ve walked away
Now and then, you stop to talk
Enough to keep me on
But not so much to make me think
You’re not already gone.
I was lost until I found me in you
But now I am lost again
I still look at you with the eyes that wants you
But your eyes are cold like the storm
I asked you if everything could go to the way it was
But you were already in someone else’s arms
to goodbye ?
even if we're not together,
already goodbye ?
you still haven't love me
we still aren't close
yet goodbye ?
funny the way we laugh
but we can't stay like that
some times we are rough
someone's always putting a dot
i hope you get it
but I think you don't, I bet
I want it to be fixed
I hate it, you broke us at six
tired, I'm losing my grip.
i dont wanna lose you.
but what can I do?
**** girl, you already tripped.
and now that we're over
i want you to remember
the night we kissed on november
wretched, I lost my lover.
an untitled poem for the person who gave me reasons to write again, and now she's giving me reasons to stop again but I've been thinking about it. The pain she gave, the more my words are becoming powerful. Oh, i need her like the poet needs pain. Untitled, x.