I am the vast openness of the desert.
Lacking feelings and the smell of dirt.
Seeing nothing of the greater god,
Knowing many a thing, flawed.

I am the canvas of sand.
Void of life, so cruelly bland.
Winds blowing, to and fro
Shifting little, nothing in tow.

I am the endless terrain of the foreign soil.
Life won’t thrive, water will boil.
Making no change within this path,
Waiting for the inevitable wrath.

I am the cool land by the Nile.
List so long, full of denial.
The truth, the expansive horizon
Body and bone equally lies in.

I am the blanket of all.
Lasting forever including those who fall.
Loneliness in time will derail,
Even the strongest in mind but in spirit, frail.

I am the protector of the water.
The sanction of the slaughter
Full of life so desperately needed
Many of who rarely exceeded.

I am a ledger written in red.
Enter and stay, fear your demise.
Sane of the insane, fled
Reach the center and survive,
Make it out alive,
And you will thrive.

I miss your smile
I miss knowing you love me
I miss your touch too, but I barely remember that now

I miss your mind. Sharp and strong
I miss seeing you smile and your beautiful eyes
Most of all I miss your friendship

We were inseparable
Until that horrible day
You left. You came back. And left again.
Each time tearing my heart open

Now there is a void in my life
A hole in my heart
And a tear in my soul

I miss you, my lover
Most of all I miss you, my friend

so empty
so dark
so scary
death is far
which is good
but now i am left with nothing
and no one
just empty

so empty.

and come with me, baby
we will fade into obscurity.
the fog swirls with us
as we dance away from the sun

there is nothing more romantic
than death on a sunday night
i long to be right
to win a fight

i am trapped in a limbo
waiting, expecting
only to be put down
like a miserable puppy buried in the ground.

kiss me quickly
for our time leaves soon
and before you know it, it’s noon
and before you know it, you see the moon

monday morning and misery
but this is no regular apathy
this is a different kind, more gloomy
the sadness in my soul is more roomy

tell me, my lover
why must we live?
why must we suffer?



i have nothing more to give

ever so agonizingly,
i whisper to the void
to ****** a single wish—
that is, to submit to being full...