For some reason.
It will always bring us closer.
In ways no one wants.
But everyone needs.
To be able to realize.
Life is short.
One minute you are here.
The next you never know.
So cherish one another.
Be thankful for one another.
Be kind to one another.
Because once the other is gone.
Don't let their death be the reason you return.
You'll never forget.  
What you once said you'll never forgive.
To the ones who have left us.
From the celebrities.
To the teens shot just for being there.
Or just the friends we saw around christmas.
I wish you only peace.
Because we will never be able to.
Now that you are gone.

I stopped caring.
A view of the world outside
escapes my morning eyes.
I eclipse you.
A view of the world outside
reveals wire frame in black.

The sky is wide. I'm just beneath heaven.
Have you ever felt as close to god there?
On the Earth turned cement dry?
In the dregs where lines divide?

I stopped caring.
A view of the world outside
escapes my morning eyes.
I eclipse you.

I regret that I see lines, instead.
One triangle on its head, risen
above the sun, above the moon.
The sight of you, deprived,
drives me back inside.

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Felt mostly alone.
Never deprived.
Unhappy with life,
still overjoyed.
My mama stole my name.
My sister got her's took.
Pass the line from child
hood into adulthood,
looking like,
I know, I'm sure I know
I can't owe you money, yet,
I've never lived
on my own.

That's still true, too.
Don't know the sound of silence,
so when it's been most quiet
staying with roommates,
I take my chance at pretend.
I wake up dying, laughing
and crying at ghostly degrees
floating with motes of dust
on the sunbeams
crossing my mattress
in the living room.

Felt mostly alone.
Uneducated.
Contented by kicking cans, though.
Contented in stinky briefs,
and the shirt that's food
for my closet moths,
looking for cheap ways
to express the illness,
the anger I hide.

I believe, that some use our backs
for stacking currency. For work.
Invisible work, deep under the radar,
pack mule to their nickel,
fifty-*******-cent pieces
and dimes.

I'm staring at pennies
they leave me to roll,
already rolling, like
they expect me to catch up.
The secret is:
they want it
so badly --

So game over. I ain't playing
no more, when the piece I play
climbs the backs of friends,
my brethren of the low-low,
one space at a time, with dice
cooked, favor to snake eyes

I'm not chasing pennies
if I'm so close to the floor
I'll always be carpet,
I'll part the lint and braid
to love what is free.

I'll always be base
to love what is free.

No words I can speak.
Nothing more than silence that has taken hold of your presence,
embraced it and took it away.
An empty spot next to the lamp I gave for your birthday,
remembering how I spoiled the present by a slip of the tongue,
not knowing that you wouldn't even outlive the lamps guarantee,
not knowing that someday soon,
you would not be here with me.

when skunk
mull mandalay
with graph
only message
there affront
but companion
right to
convene in
this courtyard
with their
music blue
as sheltered
cry which
the world
must hear
on an
october night

The clouds rush
Collide and crush
Sweeping the sky
With a silent brush
While trees hush
Singing melody
Calling unto a name
Calling on somebody
The blown leaves,
Fall from grieving trees
Swaying over my head
As I lay on my death bed
The clouds are rushing
The sky looks fevery
My breath is crushing
My body awaits, delivery...


©sim

If I said,
               I love you
Will you,
               Say the same
If I said,
               I care for you
Will you,
               Also care for me
If I said,
               I am not perfect
Will you,
               Hate me
If I said,
               I have less time to live
Will you,
               Stay along or leave me
............................................................
­I love you
And I don't expect the same
I care for you
But it's ok, I understand
I am not perfect,
WHO IS??
You can hate me
But let me tell you,
I can only whisper,
So hear me please...
I have few days to live
So leave me or forgive
I know, you've left
I am just imagining,
You are here,
As I grieve...

©sim

Spitting on your momma's grave
you start to think about happiness,
silly jokes and rainy clouds.
It's okay to be dark sometimes.
And we can be kids,
kids for days.
Hanging on the old cassettes,
being kids for days.
Please let them forget our faces.
Set them free.
And no more rainbows, please,
no more sugar free sodas.
You can keep the change.
Sleeping early is only good
if you wake up late.
Oh, momma, this is the end.
Can we be kids for days?