The cold usurped the trees
I watch their children fall
filling up the wet street
winter forestalled with a cask
                                             of alcohol

watch as the tip of his tongue
touches the roof of his mouth
whips down and spouts out
the reasons why we have
                                         this drought

but its raining now
maybe something will grow
or a sea of spit
with rolling waves
                              will overflow

I told her I would try
to rekindle with him
stuck in cabin's twilight
sewing sinews of this
                         phantom limb

how does one talk
before they think
does he hear the words
that dribble into his
                               warm drink

then ascends as steam
back into that cavernous nose
to permeate his brain
and slowly seeps into
                             tattered clothes

this "vacation" will be over
but not soon enough
a couple more days
all I have to do is
                         avoid fisticuffs

no promises.

mind you,
the concept
looks great on paper

but when you persist
to insist
that eternity
exists

let go
and accept,
you'll thank me later

My silence
My pause
My sigh
Has always been a sign
That I'm not fine

My stupidity
My insanity
My ignorance
Has always been the reason
Behind my resistance

Have you ever wondered why the world is so rough?
These plains break and mold from those like you.
Trampling in no order-
only you, decide what remains,
while the rest of that mind,
listens to the lies of the world.
How high your head must be,
what little oxygen you must get,
for your ignorance is as fluffy as a cloud.
You see what you wish in the sinful…
oh, how the crime is you.

Sincerely yours,
The Suppressed Dirt

Love is hard to compare,
Within two things; bear or surrender,
But never said that it's unfair,
That even you don't like me, I don't care.


Should I tell myself to stay?
Or should I better tell myself to go away?
But I don't know what to do anymore,
That I should leave you or better nurture


Thinking of you made my dreams filled,
But ****, you're so fully-skilled,
Making my heart easily race,
Even though that you are in a distant place.

Moreover, why are you so stubborn?
Can't you please let me have my turn?
Which is only staring and playing with you that I am hoping for,
I don't care if it might only today or forevermore.


Although that I had confessed my feelings to you,
Why did you suddenly skew?
When you didn't answer me properly and purely,
That is; if you prefer to be with me.


People are certainly right,
That it is futile to fight,
Because in the end, no one will even stay,
They are just going to leave us in an obnoxious yet painful way.