I remember
you
as the leaves were
on that fine Autumn;
stunning,
and
fleetingly
beautiful.

I'll remember your hair,
and your warmth,
and your fingertips
as a constant reminder
of Summer,
for You are
my first breath
of Summer;
my Summersdawn.

And though
we are no longer
what we used to be,
I do still love you.

Do you know the saying?

"When you love someone,
they stay in your heart
Forever."

Well,
perhaps
it's in the way
you hold my hand
or say "I love you"
at night,
or maybe
it's in the way
your loving eyes
bring me daylight.

Because
You
will
always
be here with me.

It's astonishing how difficult I find it to transform my thoughts into ink these days
I don't know how to say it
I guess I never have

Maybe my emotions were conceived this way
To be introverts
To hide in the cave
Where it's nice and warm

I do think about you often
morning midday midnight
Almost as much is the fine grains of sea sand at the shore
Often as my heart softens

I sometimes wonder whether this tortoise computer is a blessing in disguise
Because in the interim as I wait for her while she toils to open a file
I get pirated somewhere in the horizon of your aquarium horizon eyes
Hark, for in that interim
I'm lost in your sweet alloy love
Here in your Turquoise Horizon eyes.

I sit and stare at the beautiful sky
Clicking my pen as time ticks by
I wonder how I could live this through
Knowing that I've lost someone like you

You were my inspiration
Through every trial and tribulation
The subject of my procrastination
To be with you was my only exclamation

You used to light up my world
But now I'm lying on my bed, all curled
Clutching my pillow oh so tight
How can I sleep peacefully through the night?

Now you're gone, I understand
"Flowers for you," I say
"I regret not asking you for a dance
On the night your life was taken away"

written April 14, 2015

"Hiding the pain is becoming harder and harder each day
Why did you have to go away?
Why didn't you want me to stay?
Your claim says 'it's not you it's me'
But if that was the case, things wouldn't be
like this
I can't stop thinking about the times we kissed
And the flirtation between you and I
I just can't cope with this anymore
I can't stop feeling this way inside
I am constantly repressing it
acting like it doesn't matter
But when two people collide, talk for five months every day and then stop
their hearts should shatter
Mine has, like glass thrown on the floor
I have so much love for you, I want to show you more
But you cut me off like a tag on clothing
A quick snip, and we're done - I don't need you anymore
What you didn't know, was I was there for you, to help guide you you and chersh you
And I can't believe you did this to me
All I did was try to be the best to you
Because I love you dearly
This separation is nearly
the breaking point
for me"

It's better
that I don't hear your voice
every single night
Anymore.
Because when I do
Finally
hear it after
months,
It's as if you
called me up
just to say
Goodnight
one more time.

And *it's better
that we don't see each other
nearly as often
as we used to -
because
Every
Single
Time
I reminisce
on what we used to do.

And now?
Nothing's changed.
All I (still) want
*is you.

The old man said to me
“Although it may sound strange,
Time will have its effect on you
And your focus will surely change.
Right now getting naked means
A shower or some **** fun.
But when you get to be older
*** is no longer number one.

You see, life has time limits
And then, that’s all there is.
You start out good at things
A sure enough veritable ****.
When young we race around
And later we have to walk.
Early on we are doing things
Later, we prefer to sit and talk.

There is less time for us
To make sure promises are kept
Than the nimble candlesticks
That always have to be leapt.
There are candles that refuse
To stay lit from both ends
And far too soon, we find
That clocks are not our friends.

So celebrate while you can
And sow your own wild oats
Because all that is left is stink
When you deal with old goats.
Having said all that he turned
And looked me in the eye.
Still when the time comes, you
Probably won’t want to say goodbye."

Brent Kincaid
4/19/2015

Your lips say a lot when they collide with mine, I love you, I miss you, I hate you is being screamed but in the form of our silence and peaceful moans. Each one as amazing as the first time. They are sweet and perfectly fitting, the seal of our conversation. Kisses on your forehead even on your stomach, every inch of you deserves one. To say goodnight and greet you at first light, any reason and no reason at all. The sensation of the embrace makes me weak and at the peak Im swept away by the purest feeling of love that Ive ever felt.

I like looking at the narrow spaces
Between houses as the train passes by.

I like looking at the narrow spaces
Because they remind me of my childhood.
The empty narrow inches of space
Between two enormous brick houses
I'd obliviously pass by while playing tag,
Smiling from ear to ear,
Leaving only a narrow space for my teeth.
Running from dusk until dawn,
Leaving only a narrow space for bruised knees and tears.

And now the narrow spaces I pass every day
Between worn out houses in the city
Remind me of my heart.
So big, yet so full of others' pain
That all I have is narrow spaces
Reserved for my own joy.
And now the narrow spaces I pass every day
Between graffitied houses in the city
Remind me of my brain.
So tagged with useless information,
Yet so little space to paint true knowledge on.

And so I stare at the narrow spaces
Between houses as the train passes by
While I'm on my way
To waste the tiny chunks of time I have left
Hoping to widen the narrow spaces
Of my soul.

Can I just say
***** you for alwasy leaving me
to question things?
To wonder what the heck will come of you and me?
What in Hell
made you think it was okay
to treat me like I was just a game
a fragile heart created for your play?

***** you
for leaving me blaming myself
***** you
for leaving me to worsen my own health.

And I know it's unfair for me to blame you.
You were young too
and I know you didn't know what on earth to do
about the days that my heart was soaking more in black than blue.

But I think that it was you
that handed me the dye.
You brought back the hate
and allowed me paint
the black abyss
in which
I sunk deeper
with all your lies.

And you try to come back
just when I've creawled out
like a slap
to the face,
a silent shout
into the void,
the abyss, a vaccuum
muting all noise.

And thank goodness for that.
the silence
because you can't take back
all of your lies
and I can't take
any more of your bull