an accidental intimacy is committed
between the right-now me
and the me-a-few-minutes-ago
as i slip onto my body,
(made cold by the air of the room,)
the warmest shirt i have ever felt,
soft and hot with the heat of
my own body
that i had already forgotten.

two me's converge, here.
i wrap my arms around myself.

i forgive my old self for all he has done to me
yesterday
because look what he would do for me
today,
he would keep himself warm
so that one day he would be cold
so that one day i could pick this hot shirt up
and wear it.

we waltz, we dance,
until the heat calms under the fan,
and then we are just one man
and i catch myself missing him.

when you love someone
the falling feels like flying

but at the end of the day falling is falling
and the cold hard ground is always there

My love for you came like the rain in spring...

Nothing at all.
Then all at once.

There is a man in the stone
He is grainy and unable
To make out with the sky so moist
And uninviting.

There is a man on the bench
He is on his way to stone
He is a soldier and shoulders high metal rods

There is a man in the church
He is a cockel and a fraud
He loves father god
With all his excess.

There is a man in the road
He is searching for a soul
He finds God on the pavement
And in the curb, on the stone

There is a boy in the building
He is dazed and lazy
He dreams of death
And the bliss that will bring

The human race,
is a pure disgrace.
Making people feel small, so they feel big.
Taking away their rights and continuing rebel fights.
Growing up we learn the basics,
one being  speaking and expression of oneself.
When we reach 16 and know highschool won't benefit us,
we must stay seated and keep quiet,
because our parents want us to pass.
ironic.
Making age a determining factor as to whether or not they are wise.
"I would advise you not to judge me,
for have you ever even tried,
to fit into my shoe?
i suppose not"

Firing shot guns at an individual in reflection to their skin tone,
using animals as testing products and ignoring sightings of UFOS.
Incredible brains rotting away;
in a country not so far from away from us,
water is 1000 miles off from home,
yet, in the next city there's a KFC
irony once more.

There are unnoticed souls
who are only craving kindness.
Noticed souls whom only desire to benefit themselves.
this human race
is a disgrace.
This human race is an ironic mess,
now after taking your time to read this,
forwardit to your friend and laugh.
because thats what humans do

A year ago
Can you believe?
Already a year has passed
I survived the turmoil and trauma
A pain I cannot even begin to fathom today
For that, I am stronger

A summer ago
I had sworn you off
You came back
Can you believe?
I was filled with caution and fear and light
A friend had returned
For that, I am kinder

A season ago
The leaves were falling as was I
Can you believe?
I understood the capacity of what I feel for you
A capacity I cannot even fathom today
For that, I am lighter

A month ago
Can you believe?
Already a month has passed
I grew in the love and warmth you interlaced between our fingers  
I was filled with laughter and comfort
For that, I am happier