Regrets are for those
Who make bad decisions
And everyone who
Lacks intuition

Those with a
Bountiful perspective
Don't lack the
Requisite objective

To get through life
In a satisfied way
Though they might
Never break away

From the monotony
Of daily life that
Leaves you wanting
Something not flat

The sly smoke lingering upon the room
The door open, enclosing the broom
Calmly I sat,  on my wooden  chair
Reading the newspaper, under the sun's glare

Yet the phone soundly rang
A catchy tune it's speakers sang
In my mind, who could it be?
In the end of the line, a stranger greets me.

And such reveals the mists of mystery
He demands me to stay awake
This uncalled feeling of stressful misery
Is far worst than I could take

I hope my life is never so desolate
that it lacks art or poetry;
that would be the only poverty
I would find intolerable.

Can’t catch this hue of you
I’m a scathing black in the midnight blues
An overcast sky, blanketing blister-paced eyes
Hangs right above my neck

I’ve brewed restless ache
It settles deep in the space
Between my lusts and restraints
Scared to death either way

I’ve let the blood in my skin
Sink into bones and teeth
Crimson flush under limbs
Stiffer than death

I’m all I lack

water fills my ears
making the sounds around me
soften and fade away
my heart beats it's
sad melody
I lay and listen to it for quite some time
before I get the courage to resurface

i never thought i'd be impaired by something i needed the most.
you don't realize how important sleep is until you get an eighth of the amount you're supposed to every night.
my dreams are either pitch black or memories i figured had been long forgotten and
they're usually interrupted by bouts of hysteria which bring me back to the real world with a neck-snapping jolt.
i can't sleep and i'm too tired to focus on anything.
all i can do is sit around and watch tv and pray to be preyed on by a vulture or maybe you.

Sometimes I think
there are not enough words
to describe the color of your eyes
or the curve of your neck,
the way you make my bones ache
or the speed of my heart when I hear your voice.
I think about the lack
the inability
to outline you in pencil and ink
with all the words I know now.
You are something new.
You require a new combination of
letters and sounds.
There is not a single phrase in all of the world
to explain the way you make me feel,
so for you
I will create a new language.

Boneless city
How did I never see you waver in my youth?
Ignorant of the tilt and the blows dealt on day-to-day walks
Stepping into bruises, slamming into ****** grit

Boneless street
You bring my head all the closer to the ground
All the further from the clouds
From all your round about; circular, ocean mouth
Shark-toothed belly ache
You find yourself insatiate

Quaint, the flesh of a dying city
The concrete simmer, the metallic retreat
The dust in lieu of blanket smog
No fractures with all struts gone
Only a once inflation, reduced flat
A stranger finding himself within
Wading liquid glass that shaves off chunks
Of everything, but the lack