and then the world was
silenced
all except her broken butterfly wing heartbeat
She dove into the
oblivion of the deep blue
sea.

there is so much i want to say
so many questions i would like to ask

it hasn’t been long since we talked
thought i still want to know how you are

i know some awkward things happened
and i don’t know how to label us

but did you keep the letters
or all those little things

i could see why you wouldn’t have
it’s okay if you didn’t

i know you’re probably confused and whatnot
and this might not help anything

but i just want you to know that i miss you
and i think about you all the time

and even though we were complete opposites
we got along so well and shared many laughs

i can’t fit the other 536374848 things
i want to tell you within this poem

but i hope we can become friends again
and maybe soon it feel regular?

Friendship is like a flower
Time is a factor
Both have to grow
That’s something you know

You’d think it a quiz
It to often is
Sometimes they’re happy
Oh, and sappy

Eventually it dies
Full of lies
And once it's gone
What a yawn

Both wilt away
Not here to stay
Although we do yearn
“Will you return?”

Petals stray
They go away
No longer here
Faded to grey

Eventually forgotten
How utterly rotten

I'm falling down,
                        down,
                             down;
                                And I know not where.
                                  All I know is that
                                     *I'm glad you're here.

I know I'm nothing, to you and to me
In fact if you did an X-ray you'd probably find a tombstone in my cold and dead chest cavity
I have tried resting but I can't do that reliably
Because my brain, while my most valuable ***** is sometimes, if not almost all the time 
My biggest liability
My inability to remember is very hard to forget
Forged in foggiest messes is maybe where my head is currently set
I'd go to my own world but I'd be driven mad by being alone
I don't know what to do and what to look for in my own zone...

It's really quiet.
The baby sleeps better than I ever will, if I ever will.
No one replies to my text messages.
Maybe their phone is dead, or at home -
But it still means they hadn't thought of me.

It's really dark.
I closed all the blinds and curtains, scared of what will melt out of or into the nighttime.
The baby sleeps with his door open, hardly afraid. I thought he would've wanted to sleep next to me for safety, and yet I wish I was sleeping near him for safety.

Sometimes a little body next to you is all you need.
Or a text message.
Or a little bit of sunlight.
Anybody.


Anybody?

I've seen a red door ,
I have to paint it black
I've busted at the seams
My minds begun to crack

I'm moving along,
Like a rolling Stone
Gathering no Moss on any side
Just moving on, wandering alone

It's funny how a rock can gather so much steam
Rolling down a steep hill into the stream
I guess it's true, when you're by yourself you can only focus on what's ahead

So i read a book
Can you guess the name?
V for Vendetta
This title's to blame
For this anarchic writing
In my head, not the wall
I'd just like to know,
How far, as humans we can fall
Not much from reality
I was stolen by fate
Writing of mortality
Making my head ache
Taking drugs as aspirins
Figuring out what living means
Stolen by Fate and triggered by time
It's ****** up like a pink truck and slithering into my sick mind
A painted red soul ran afoul of God forbid individuality
Only to have your mind crushed by reality
No im not going in
I refuse to think of timing and pain
Left home as a better writer to leave the game
Putting guns to my head
Thinking im mislead
Being a fool and too selfish
To realise im sane
Remember remember
The fifth of November
The day the voices began to plot
I see know reason why high
Mental treason should ever be forgot
So now walk with me
Ill make you all see
That circles are redder than triangles
As the sea of memories tangles