A lie we told each other
just so we could push on
a little further

I can't promise the world will never come between us
but whenever that happens, I promise to kick it's ***

Will my Soul ever encounter its mate
or is it one of those that rendezvoused too late?

Goodbye at hello?Done before we parted
was we over,I mean before we started?

I dared to turn just to find,
That you had left me far behind.
Nary a murmur from your lips,
Or a gesture from your fingertips.
I waited just among the trees,
Counting all the fallen leaves,
Until I’d see you there again,
Along the road, around the bend.
Far off to the horizon I look,
Wondering which path you took.
Are you happy, whole, & well?
This storm within, I cannot quell.
Alas, I’m sorry, I cannot wait.
For how does one forsake their fate?
When the snowdrops greet a new dawn,
Perhaps you’ll see I’ve moved on.
And ‘neath the oak, down by the bend,
Towards the forest, there I wend.
Forget me not, nor I you.
Farewell, my love, a fond adieu.

I sketch out lifeless figures on notebook paper
As if they will receive some sort of praise or justification

I am unaware of the people around me
The suffering they all face

I sit
Heavily caught up in the waves of my own self absorbant prophecy

Why am I so aloof?
Who is there to stop me?

Myself?
I will remain untouched

By the pounding fist of progress
I will lay

A lifeless figure
Gently sketched out on notebook paper

poetry is dead
which is to say

god is dead
which is to say

mankind is alive
which is to say

hello
which is to say

goodbye.
each atom splitting like

meat cleaver to skull,
teeth to wishbone.

tongue wrapped around firework
wrapped around bleeding bullet heart.

i want him to tell me
i taste like milk and honey.

like rose petal wine,
like those organic strawberries my father refuses to buy.

i want him to tell me
i feel like shrapnel.

like serpent skin,
like sand paper scrape.

i want him to tell me
loving me is hard

which is to say
i want him to tell me the truth.

the truth is dead
which is to say

‘i love you’
which is to say

'you taste like gunpowder’
which is to say

'i’d go to war for you’
which is to say

'wake up,
poetry is dead.’