This emptiness swallows me whole. Please hear my prayers! I yearn for peace, to feel something. Will you send me a sign to prove everything to be alright? I'll wait for it, like I do every night—for you to pass my window, to be my shooting star.

I'll wait for the sign that you are mine.

I reside in shallow desires,
That have burned to ashes,
A mere swine swindler and a mime,
Are my traits to define,
Exhibiting aimlessness,
I watch the stars align,
And for God to show me a sign,

Like a River sullen in misery,
Knowing it will have to fit In a pond,
I besiege my reach,
And so I preach,
My heart to not have it's way,
Now as a pond,
I reside without a say.

I stick up my *******
And let it linger.
I say hi
And goodbye
With my thicker
Nose-picker.
I fly a bird
That ***** a white ****
On a cold shoulder
That couldn't be colder.

What if we could “sell” our ideas?
On a street corner.
Would it cause a problem?
Would you make “money”?
Go broke?

Or “go for broke”…

And worry about Humpty Dumty later.

you laughed at my anger
I took it as a sign
a sign you didn't care
didn't understand me

but I was the one who didn't understand
I was the one who took your laughter as disrespect
it was just you trying
trying to calm down my flames

you were only trying to fix me
fix what's going to happen next
change it so it doesn't get bad
you were the one understanding me

I just took it as
as...
as something I can't explain
but you can clearly explain it

break it down and explain to to me
that's what I admire but I also misunderstand you so much
I don't deserve you
I really don't...

Metaphors and Parables
Is all I can mix
Throw in an analogy,
And I’m out of the mix.

Poems are for people
Other than me
Why can't I think of them,
instead of just me?

A streak of perfume

across the floor, I am scared --


by the intense smell.

How long have you been here?
Not too long I suppose
I paused, looking up in a fear
And falling out of my hand, one red rose

I smiled back saying “long as the day”
The conversation went on
He soon left after we had nothing to say
Shortly after the sun was gone

The next day the same incident occurred
This time he need not bother to speak
For we both know for sure
Tis the fate of the weak

As I flew south, others went north
For me there was nothing left to stake
The others are still trying to find their worth
And I have nothing left but to wake