With a zippo in your pocket
Clenching an empty gas can
You watch as smoke deadens the sky
Over the bridges you were grateful..
To Burn

-JP

Some say, “all roads lead to all roads”
standing stifled at perplexing crossroads,
torn in the throes of which direction
leads to all roads.

Stuck
in a recurring moment
when you hear whispered words grow silent ;
the sound of silence is heard loud and clear ―

It’s liberating to finally comprehend the senses ;
the stench of unrequited longings linger
I tried to touch you but you couldn't feel
I was never deaf all along ... only blinded
by a veiled light I could not perceive,
bemused and bewildered,
when the darkness will not sleep

Even knowing regrets are a waste of time,

"the beginning was over before the start ,..
how the hell did the end get here so soon(?)!"

even a lovely stretch of the lonesome highway
leads to another,
lost and unmapped road to nowhere

In times like these,
I'm learning to accept
sometimes there's no other choice
but to move on ;

we leave a lot behind in the rear-view mirror
along the long and twisted road
home ...


*wild is the wind  ... 11. 29. 2016

Everyday,
Time goes by,
Fluttering in the breeze.
On the wings of a butterfly.

Gently caressing,
Smooth hair.
Red like fire.

She stares,
Mesmerized.
At her timeline.

Much to do,
More time to spare.
Less stress to be there.

Her hand in her mates hand,
They stare at the setting sun.
Looking into each others eyes,*
They are home.

When the earth slows down to match your heartbeat
And you inhale in what he exhales
When you blink but still remember every detail about him;
His eyes.
His smile.
His laugh.
Him.
You know that where ever he would go you would follow
Even though you know that He is deadly
You still give everything you have to him;
You heart.
Your soul.
Your mind.
You.
Because even though you know that he will eventually **** you
You wouldn't have it any other way
Every kiss He has snatched fills your body with poison
But yet His laughter is your only Antidote. Nothing else.
When ever you are with him, Your world is colorful
Yet when he leaves, the colors start to fade like your memory of Him
Poison runs through Him;
His heart.
His blood.
His soul.
Him.
But every time you two are together, it is barely recognizable
Every time He turns to look at you, you see that it is not just you that is dying
But Him as well
Because not only is He your poison
You are His.

Maybe I wasn't meant
To be yours,
Maybe we were never meant
For happiness and fairytales,
Maybe we were never meant
For the stars .
But
Right here,
Right now ,
With flesh and bone and scars.
With skin and hair and breath.
Right here
Right now
I know I was meant to have loved
You.