Losing you was like jumping off the high dive.
At first I was in free fall.
I felt nothing.
Everything was calm.
Just atoms floating through time and space.
Then...
FLOP
Like hitting the pool stomach first.
The pain radiated out to my entire body.
No limb left unhurt.
Stinging, aching, unable to get over it and
Just climb out of the pool.

Oh, I remember the forgotten romances,
And tragedies of times forgotten,
Unsaid-
When my dear loved one lies next to me.
And why I imagine you,
Not her.
And wish my angels,
For a truthful dream.
And why,
Do I miss you still,
When my dear loved one lies next to me...

Well this is odd.
See I feel lonely, but not alone.
I feel empty, but no hunger.
I feel dead.
But I'm alive.

I walk alone.
I walk alone.
My shadow has even left me.
What happens when I feel dead?
But I'm still breathing?
When I'm no longer living,
I'm just breathing to death.

Well I'll tell you.
You turn to anything.
Something.
Anyone,
Someone.
Longing for the love to fill you.
Longing for some sort of satisfaction.

When your reaction is to turn away
To retreat into yourself
To leave everything behind
All you can do is bear it.

When your summer is over
And you really don't like fall.
When you're alone and dead or dying
It ***** to be in the middle of it all.

i love,
but i will never surmount.

oh, how i've lost thought of
all the ivory i am,
and all the gold you've become.

my supply of you is endless,
different mold, my bursts are trendless.

i'll take you and bathe you in my self-thought, assumed glory.

i am in love with beings i find precious,
and if i find my heart senseless,
melt and begin again.

perhaps it's all pretend,
my love doth not end

i'll be screaming to no avail.
i am of ivory
and my
gold impales.

Just because the sun rises,
doesn't mean it's a warm day.

Just because I smile,
doesn't mean my heart feels that way.

Meh is what I say
When I feel that way.
It’s all in the expression:
That’s the lesson.
I ain’t a troll
‘Cos I say lol.
Our language is growing,
Toing and froing,
Ask old Mister Owen
(Our English Master back in the day).
I play these words
Along the page,
Hoping for a Golden Age
Of growth.
Not revolution, just evolution;
Some may say pollution
Even ablution.
The constitution
Of Progress.

Paul Butters

A familiar scent in the air,
a rumbling sound in the sky,
a raindrop landing on your hair,
as we hug for one last goodbye.

Most things,
That I create,
Are, of course,
Purely meh.

maybe it was my induced state of certain strife,
that made me believe we'd love each other in another life

a sure thought that ended with a knife
by my own hand,

oh how i hold darkness within the light

I think that my brain
Decided it was too used
And took the day off.