Poetry comes in and out,
I barely rhyme nowadays-
my life isn't as sing song.

Yet I compliment something
that compliments life to
some rhythm
and I hope it aligns to you
people.
like a familiar song,
a familiar dance,
a familiar means.

maybe my words
won't ring true
(well, to anyone but me)
but they will
be written within
white backgrounds
in black text.
Good enough ?
I doubt it.

I want to write evil poetry
Where you are the villian
but I can't

the love I've lost
(Make it your fault)

We could have been high school sweethearts
Marriage with all our loved ones

(Dancing in our suit and ties)
(Ya right)

I wish that could be true
But our time isn't right

Maybe you'll come back
In another life

I await you
(In earnest longitude)

You're the poem
I wish to express
to the whole wide world
in intimate hours

I'm in drunk celebration
Wondering if it could have
been us..

But probably not.
Maybe someone else-
a different story.

I am a void to shout in.
If heaven or hell fails you,
I am the calm night of next.
To entice you out of your princess' tower.
I envelop like a blanket and yet suffocate like a snake.

dehydrated catharsis:
he's drying up by
roadside cabals and
lost in his longing and
harrowed halls


meet me in catatonia,
where my birds tweety tweet
and it's beautiful and sweet
yet it's not quite complete,
for it's sundown on the west side
and the trees' visage remind me of you
so I look at your pretty beauty
and you calm me and my mind
a last thing for the end
I'd lose every of thought to you
and your kindness

there was something or another
lovely and lonely
that was shared for a brother
ugly and only
that you could have called it his and yours
or yours and his.
it was, a boring hiss,
a submissive kiss,
like a leering lisp;
and there he sat,
and there he missed
missing with his last
goodbye wish-
for you ran,
you ran,
until you were
more than amiss.

Death is a peace,
love, its treatise.
followed by after-all
each soul to their-there;
to better-off.

falsities end by the wayside
bathing off by bayside
and the truth illuminates on
no ruminating song
letting go of anything
but the light.

I keep trying to let go of my ego
but it keeps holding me back
I wonder if she'd go
if it didn't happen like that

It seems we can't escape it
my mind is here for the time being
it seems we'll never sedate it
ill just listen to my heart beating

leave me alone
or leave me in company
either way nothing will be
solved, I couldn't even tell
where I should even be involved

Place me where I may
place me where I should
Place me where it's best
Where I'd be better misunderstood

Why does it even matter?
Just keep me in the throes
of this weird life
and hope I do good
along the way.