We Lost,  
are children now—
though we aged quickly
to become loveless, depressed, and
sighing.

Lying
a moment next to you
incognizant, impressed, reminiscing,
forever Immature.

Simple, damp hair down,
resting on my face, loved;
true eyes emoting.

Calm cinnamon lips
kiss my heart, (beating inward)
my life, to die slow.  

Gentle
is the lover
who dies to spring more love
and kiss soft upon the shoulder.

Two people on a bridge;
one looks downstream
the other upstream
Two people, one bridge
two different perspectives;

One sees the water gone past,
laments for its loss
The other sees the water coming
and rejoices at the opportunity

In life, you can lament what's past
and miss the good that's coming
Or you can turn the other way
and seize the moment -
Depends if you choose
to look upstream or downstream...

This is but an ode in love's wake,
I write in sorrow as my hands shake,
My lament stays strong for this heart's sake,
As this agony I face, I can no more take.

The flames of love have burnt my wandering soul,
The drift of the sands of time have taken their toll,
Love has cracked my spirit as it plays its role,
In my despairing heart that is now a grand hall.

I watch silently as my miserable heart turns black,
As this hall that falls apart with each crack,
I turn numb as I am deprived of the sense I lack,
And falter as I suffocate in this morose love plaque.

The night opens like an ancient book
all the lovers sleep under a crimson moon
there is a dream that becomes another dream
hurt and joy begin to melt into multicolor scales
pain and faith dance the chant of life
all the music is a different obscurity

must bear the weight of the channels of the mind
dark voids of stars exploding like candles in the dark
all beauty is cold, I can smell her parfume
cosmic restlessness and radioactive corrotion
solar flares and pitchful black light of a tousand suns
time folds itself by the passing of the spirit of Death

we hear trumpets in the sky
hideous symphony of sickness
foul smell of nausea drags on the soil
strange and unpleasent hallutinations
fill with the Nature of psychotropic womb

and I can hear a lament faraway:
"O Lord, give me a sing, send me a message!"
but there was no response, there was no God listening
is life a labyrinth of equations and sequences?
just lost numbers and imaginary answers
Destiny is joking around, Luck has been dead for years.

No one knows how it happens..

One day you'll love.
Fragments of you will,
Fall like hail storms,
Fall like meteor showers,
Fall like asteroids to the earth.

In that moment,
You will let it destroy you.
Instead of seeking asylum,
You will embrace its torture,
Because you know that,
You are helpless.
Nothing you do will,
Change the way,
You feel about that person.

You will let it take you.
You will let it damage you.
You will let it bore holes in your chest
Because you know,
There is nothing you can do.

But when that person you love
Does not love you back.
Does not have the slightest idea as to,
How hard you've actually fallen.
How easily their smile weakens,
How dark your world becomes without them
Fault lines shift under the pressure
Each heartbeat is its own earthquake
Every tear drop is its own aftershock
Threatening tsunamis.
And they don't even know,
How much they hurt you.

They tear your world apart,
And your heart transforms like origami,
Into something dark and vicious.
Pain elevates resembling,
Category 5 hurricanes.
All hopes of happiness,
Falls down like thin three trunks
In the ferocious winds of rejection.

You love sweetly,
But break easily.
The torment of a broken heart
Cannot be calculated.

When that person does not love you,
As much as you love them.
The blood under your skin,
Flows like river rapids.

You can't sleep
Because the exchange is
Loud in your ears
You are reminded of your failure,
Every time you look around and
That person is no where near..
But you will never wish the love away.
It keeps you going day by day
What will living be without the lament?

You are afraid of going outside.
Even when its sunny out.
Even when the worst of the storms have passed.
Not because your scared of drowning,
But because you are scared,
Of being burned by warmth of the sun.
Scared that your scars will be seen by everyone.
Scared that your tears,
Will one day wake your happiness,
from hibernation.

Eventually,
Even though it takes forever.
Because forever is all you need.
You will scream,
Hard enough to cause,
An avalanche in your chest,
Shake the dust from your vocal chords.
Someone will,
Love the way,
Your battered voice sounds.
You'll hate the idea of someone new,
Until someone new comes along.

I've got too many things in my pockets
a broken hourglass, a fallen star, a pinch of jealousy,
and the keys to
your car.
When I think about the future, it all seems too far...
so here I keep my heart, in my pocket,
in a Tupperwear jar.
Sometimes I feel like crying
tears...they ruin my face with the streaks of blackened lament
and I drown myself in *****
at the bar.

In the fuzzy haze of long and lonely, sunkissed days
I want you so, so much.
We have what we have,
I treasure every moment,
I will never ask for more.

But...I am thinking of you,
Walking slowly through a dappled glade
Thinking of me,
Beside a rippling stream,
Swirling currents, mirroring divergent thoughts and needs.

I wish I were walking beside you,
Would you hold me
Amongst the softly swaying trees,
The nectar drugged bees a choral swell
Accompanying a long and languid kiss?

Let me be the girl you dream of,
The one you glimpse sometimes,
Shimmering in the sun.
Smile when you see me,
Smile, and sigh, my love,
For there is nothing more.
Our dreams are all we have
Maybe, all we ever will.