You ask me why we never talk anymore
It's like you've erased from your memory
The fact
That we never did
Maybe you don't remember
The days that you told me
That I was worthless
Maybe you've forgotten
That December afternoon
When you manically drove full speed
Into the car ahead of us
And cried of disappointment
When you found your family
Still breathing
Or perhaps you can't recall
The Friday night
When I told you that I wanted to take my life
And you went to the kitchen
To hand me a knife
Maybe you think
That your newfound success
Makes you a better parent
Maybe you've convinced yourself
That envelopes of money
And elaborate gifts
Will heal open wounds
And fade tattooed scars
Maybe in your mind
You've rewritten the past
But I'm stuck on a page
That I simply cannot turn

What happened to us?
When did a real face to face conversation
Turn into a text message
When a phone call is considered showing up for a friend
Instead of driving the few minutes to see them
No one wants to settle down now
Everyone just wants the next best thing
A new love interest instantly at our fingertips
How could we resist?
So we let ourselves become consumed in it
The false sense of community
While never really feeling any real connections
Always obsessed with how we’re seen on a website
Disregarding those in front of us
Self gratification is at an all time high
We fuel it by the millions everyday
For those of you like me
You might feel this disconnect
Maybe you try to change it
But friends don’t understand
That guy you liked already moved on
Not like he really knew you anyways
Always stuck to a screen
You are one of the rare and few
The ones that stand for something real
Someday I hope to see a world where we are freed
But until then...
Just text me.

Smoke under your clothes
Who’d know?
Summer died beneath you
In some apartment we ****** in

She turned to a stone, before his unbelieving eyes!
in earlier times this would be counted as the result of a  curse,
an analysis, on how it happened seemed futile, so he didn't pursue
He chisel and hammer ominously were left somewhere,
she was irretrievably trapped, within a queer shaped stone .

Don’t look me in the eye
Rip the watch off of my wrist
So that I might breathe again.
You’re an unwelcome sulfur in my lungs
Toxins pouring from your love
I long to shut you out.
Your youth is my mortality
Your religion is my sin
I long to drown you out
So my identity could weigh in
Your voice, my discomfort
But your hands, they draw me in
Caught in this purgatory of faith
Between your praying hands I swim
Vocal love is never tangible,
I just want something I can feel
The devil for craving simple pleasures
The saint to your body’s whim
But your hands, they draw me in
They draw me in, they draw me in.

I wish I could remember your face from that dream,
and I wish that I knew what life really means.
Wont you come closer? Come closer love.
Watch the seasons change,as blood drips down from above.

So I disconnect, & I fade away,
and I pray tomorrow a better day.
YES I PRAY TOMORROWS A BETTER DAY

All I want is for you to just leave me alone.
There's no longer fear. I just wanna go home.
So many scares, I'm beaten up again.
So many people lost we once called friends.

So I disconnect and I disappear,
but I fear the moment of truth is near,
YES I FEEL THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS NEAR.

I wish I could remember your face from that dream,
and I wish that I knew JUST what life really means.
Wont you come closer, come closer MY love.
I WANNA SEE IF YOU CAN GUESS JUST WHAT I'M THINKING OF.

I WISH WE COULD REMEMBER THAT LIFE IS BUT A DREAM.
I WISH I COULD SOON ADMIT MYSELF TO EVERYTHING.
I'VE BEEN BLIND FOR SO LONG, BUT I'VE BEGAN TO SEE.
I HAVE FOUGHT THE GOOD FIGHT, AND THIS IS MY VICTORY.

i've been texting people for a connection.
our bodies search for vibrations,
short and electric but its an elaborate show.
who are these folks behind the curtains?
and through these notes, i am certain.
i cant write anything of substance.
i keep seeing your name and i try to change it
into something insignificant.
but that which we call a rose,
right?
i keep trying to escape it
but my handwriting is no legible font.
no respectable medium to my professor.
i cant keep in between the margins
how would they know the amount?
did i plagiarize the way i wrote
"I miss you." ?
so, we type.
remove the writer. its about the content.
did i cite your absence right?
is this journalism, biography or *******?
it must not true, ****.
but my fingertips reach
short distances on the keys
of my devices
and we type.
hashtag notice us, hashtag test us back,
are we connected yet?

Night sky over Paris, doesn't speak starry love tonight
intimate soul, maker of my spirit's whole,
Paris would love to hold close to it's broad heart,
didn't we elope through the Metro tunnel
of experiences,then I made you wear my coat
to protect you from winter cold, hid you
in the cozy interior of my memory well lit,
where you wait on a hope, unsuspecting
losing all sense of time.Still at Arc de Triomphe ,
I  wait for the train that never comes, I suspect
you are a prisoner, in the urban jungle of La Defense
beyond the lonely whiteness of Grande Arche
time the marauder comes in without knocking,
he must have took you away, none will know when
the tunnel of our experiences, once we knew are bare
I'll be going alone soon in a dark train to nowhere
where are you, where are you, my voice chokes and fail

The pressure builds and builds
until I've ballooned so big
that a piece of me jostles loose
and begins
               floating
                           off.
I
           leap
    after it, aghast,
and clutch it firmly to my chest.
Only when I go to place it
back in its rightful spot
            do I notice
                   other remnants gone
                missing, floating
                               wayward.
Gasping, rushing to catch them
     all before I'm completely lost,
I hurriedly put them back
     and rush to grab more.
Only after securing the last piece
     do I realize
that in my haphazard haste
I've put myself together
                                 all wrong.

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