Waning moon rises
from it's long silvery dip
setting night ablaze

did not know her when she was miniskirts and high heels,
before she converted to the one true religion of
poetry & yoga

some stray dog thots raveling in a pack
cross the not-even-6am brain that alternates tween
new day Adam apple crumb crisp and
distracting lascivious Eve ones

I,
would have loved you same back then,
no different than now

I,
write in different styles
under so many pseudonyms,
but it is the same man

I,
who crawls into bed nightly with
great expectations and a list of salutations
to wake you up and commence writing how

I,
love your poetic yoga-toned long legs
snaking between mine
while I imagine them in miniskirts and high heels
which is a long way round of saying

You,
alone, my darling forever young one,
are my
one true religion...

Become the young
Breathe the bitter air with vibrancies
Intake the lucid eye
Though you’ll never see it again
Once the juice runs out
Glide with hands spread on both sides
Scream death away
Kick the rain
Believe you can return it to the sky
Know that when you age
You’ll be there too
High as a kite

When you start to feel nothing
Just empty inside
Sadness becomes inviting
A tantalizing high
It’s dark and dangerous
But compared to feeling cold and empty
It’s the best thrill

Each and every time,
I hear that rhyme,
That song,

I become strung along,
Back to the little basement,
Where I spent my teenage years,
The look on my face when it was just you and I.

Though our adolescent love has faded,
we've become friends, even if distant,
and gone our separate ways,
My love for that moment will never be swept away,

You were my drug back when,
My mind was narrow then.

For I was your hero, and you were my Heroine.



~Robert van Lingen

i'm in that sunken place again
where you never existed
and i don't, either
floating in my darkened consciousness
sinking, drowning, dying in
pain, regret, sorrow

3am
i'm lying wide awake
bathing in the moonlight
that once lit through our 5 hour conversations
the empty space beside me
feeling so insignificant now

lonely pillows soaked in tears
whispering the saddest lullaby:
"come here, moon child
you'll fly too."

My eyes roll back as the ceiling fades to grey -

the walls around me,
of similar color, but
you can’t tell in the

dark of night.
Telling me everything’s okay,
as i watch the life drain from
my skin.

My mind racing,
got me thinking i’m *******
crazy.
Lying here as you claim me as your own,

even after I begged you not to.

I don’t feel the same about you,
as you do to me.

The ceiling fan is on high,
but the only influence Im under,
is lack of air

as you continuously grip at my lungs.
Pleading,
for once more with me.

One more time and
you’d disappear,
that’s what you promised.

Haunting me,
while you cling to something not there.
Telling me everything is my fault,

that you’re not to blame.
I wish being alone in the dark, comforted
me as it did before -

now left with my thoughts

as they consume me whole.

Nothing better to do at this hour,
i’ll continue to drive myself up a wall.
Maybe even go for a ride on the ceiling fan,

no different than lying here lifeless

as you finish what’s left of me.

Once, a little girl,
Once a little shy,
Grew up to be sweet,
And a little sly.

Had a big brother,
A man in her life,
Who helped her get through,
Helped her understand life.

Worried all the time,
Her angst high,
She wanted to enjoy,
Live, get high on life.

One day, she got a little high,
Couldn't help but, ran away with a guy.
Her parents chased after,
in search of their precious,
but the only thing they got,
was the news that she died.