There is no love
where we try to find it
My voice has grown hoarse
just because of this course we have taken
When will the skies ever admit that you are going away forever?
All you ever were
and you ever are is an illusion
You will pass
just like when I asked
"Will you stay?"
I am forgetting the days we thought of us with an irreplaceable value
when my heart would flutter
and my eyes would squeeze out fresh juices of sparkle once we touched gazes
Ah! Such endeavors lead to errors
ones we have not dreamed or thought of yet
ones you never seem to realize
ones you never seem to actualize with to try and at least warn me of?





Maybe you do not mind losing me at all.



Yet where our tiny pieces of happiness lie,
there is a draining void---a blacking seeping through
******* in every source of hope or trust in what has happened being eaten by the truth of change and nature

I should never expect
shant I ever have,
I should not

In the days I spend doing nothing,
In the nights I spend dreaming,
And amidst both the states,
You are there.

In my heart where I feel,
In my head where I think,
And where I interchange both,
You are there.

In my smiles that you bring,
In my tears that you wipe,
And in the vice-versa,
You are there.

In the life I live,
In the death I die,
And in all I do in between,
You are there.

Where I am there,
Where I am not,
And where I wish to be,
You are there.

Where you are,
Where you are not,
And where you ought to be,
You are there.

In my nowhere,
In my everywhere,
And in my elsewhere,
You are there.

In me,
In you,
In us,
You are there.

In the heavens,
In the hell,
And in this world,
You are there.

You are my world,
You are in it,
The world is you,
So, you are there.

In my confusion,
In my solution,
And as their creator,
You are there.

You are there,
I believe. I do.
Even when I don’t,
You are there.

I love you,
And I hate you.
For with me, forever,
You are there.

Even as I write this,
The words whisper,
And are evidence that,
You are there.

Smiling, you stand there,
Radiating love, always,
You are so far,
Yet, you are there.

You are there,
With me
Near me, and away,
But I don’t mind,
Near or away,
With your love
And mine,
Completing Us,

Today, I am proud to say,
You are there.
You are there,
You are there.

Where is there to be
other than with you
if I’m breathing it is
where I want to be
because nowhere else
fills me with such
love than there
which is where I belong

How could I look away
if the main attraction
is right in front of me
when the only thing
worth looking at
is not to the side
of me but in front
which is where I belong

What is there to do
other than spend time
with you and smile
while doing so because
there is nothing better
to do than what I’m doing
now with you
which is where I belong

To feel the danger in a twisted
steep mountain road
to see the world above a city
I want to climb the hill
that life has to offer
I want to take life on
at its steepest
like a mountain
I wish to live
in the mountains to life
at a heightened experience

Life is twisted and steep
like a mountain pass
I want to climb that pass
I want to test my strength
against the mountains’
I want to show that
I will not quit at the sight|
of problems twisting
left and right, because
I know that up
is where I’m going
each step would take an hour
but be worth the knowledge

The world we live in
is scaled down, softened
so we don’t get hurt
I want to live
dangerously on that mountain
to show I don’t need protection
I want to be hurt
and scared I want
to be mortally wounded
so I can stand up
as if it were nothing
more than a scratch
to what I could be

I want to reach the top
and smile at the hour long
steps I took to get there
to be able to overlook
everything that I have
just overcome to sit down
and finally be able
to take a break
from what has been
my life to look at the
sharp turns and the
boulders I have just climbed

I wish to live
in the mountains to live life
at a heightened experience
to know what life feels like
at its fullest
to overcome all the challenges
and to be able
to look down and smile

There's something sweet, and almost kind, somewhere deep beneath the sarcasm on his lips and the laughter in his hips.

There is no moment here, nothing that tells me how I feel or how I should feel, just happiness. He makes me happy. That's more than I can ever ask out of a person who obviously is just as uncertain about what they really want as I.

He says he wants ***, he says he wants a friend, but when he grasps my hand and holds me close at night, I feel something else.

There's something there, but I'm not sure if I want it there yet.

I'm getting over the caterpillar, and we're all still mad here, so Grace is a little befuddled by her own heart and mind and soul, but he seems to see me and accept me and not treat me like a breakable little girl. He treats me like a young woman, full of life and laughter, even when I don't feel like that woman I want to be and he insists I am.

He called my annoying laughter wonderful and...

and there's something there. I just don't know how I feel about it.

Only time will tell.

Not ready to talk
So I keep
Walking into walls
That are too tough to fall
So they just wobble then stall
And they seem so tall
The suns just a memory
This winter is a death sentence
And everyone's dead to me
Just because I remember what has been said to me
Doesn't mean I have to scratch the words in my skin
I don't feel the wind
Because my walls block me in
And while the windows rattle
The walls won't bend

This isn't home.

Just because of an area code
Home is in the eyes that stare at these structures and see no demise besides acting surprised when they eat me alive
When I knew all along
Along for the ride
A **** or a pipe a priority
Above all
The majority **** y'all over anyway
So gimme good *** bud in plenty jays
And let my *** incinerate
No one to help inside this trap of myself
These walls become skin
When contemplating them

This isn't home.

Just because of an area code
Home is in the eyes that stare at these structures and see no demise
Just a task to adapt to
Blast through
And never come back to
Home is behind my eyes
Ones that don't need to know the what's or the why's
Or the length or the size
Just to get by
Ones that know I don't need to get high to see beyond these walls to know

*This isn't home.

You left her
                                                 There.
        And she stayed.
        And all alone she sat
        All the way over
                                                  There.
   ­     And no one over
Here
         Ever noticed when
         The girl over
                                                   There
         Started to
                              F
                                ­ a
                                    l
                         ­              l
         When she went  S p l a t
          No one
Here
          Noticed.
          No one saw
          Because the girl over
                                                   There
           Landed over
                                                    There
  ­          After the
                              F
                             ­    a
                                    l
                         ­              l