Dear heart you'll be okay and survive the pain,
Don't try to forget the memories for they will always remain.
Listen and get lost in the music for it is all you have left,
and steal another's heart like it was theft.
Nine thousand miles away is everything you know and love and though it kills to be so far,
Don't try to end it all with another scar.
Live for today 'cause tomorrow may not be,
However everything does have a cost; nothing is free.
I know I love you hurt cause you thought it was the truth,
Don't let it destroy your inner youth.

Sometimes I swear
that I bleed cement
because those stains
just won't go away
sometimes I wonder
if I'll regret it
but the scars won't show up
for a few days
but why live for the future
when we could die for today?

we're gonna regret it anyway
so why bother to explain
our rationality
our statement
our mentalities
this pavement that speak our names
will mark the heads
upon our graves
but it will all just move right on
while these haunted sidewalks speak


so we'll build a sidewalk
with everything we bleed
then we'll walk down the middle of the street
and it would be nice
if you join me tonight
because together
we're all we need
no, it won't last forever
but that doesn't matter

So hey there gypsy
don't you miss me
It'll all be the same
when you're back
close your eyes
only when you're able
may your heartbeat rest
upon the operating table
cause no one can save us now
not that we bothered asking
not that we know how.

You are the most beautiful creature I've ever met.
I want my life to be dedicated to you.

You are hurt, you are lost.

Let me help you.

You have all the potential the world can offer.
You have all the options.

You aren't alone anymore.

You make me feel alive. you make me want to cry.
You don't need to shoulder your burden alone.

I love you.

let's run away.
we could pack tonight; be gone as the sky starts to light.

If you leave without me, I'll spend the rest of my life waiting for your return.

Drown your thoughts in alcohol, but we both know it won't fix what's wrong.
Distract yourself with women, but we both know they're empty.

Go hop the trains, see the world.
I'll be here.
I'll be waiting.

And you'll never know.

I want a poet
between my thighs,
wicked tongue wrapped
in verse,
drive and provoke,
serenade
this dancing knot
of prose hidden here,
a hungry mound
saturated beneath a soft
cocoon of sweltering flesh,
suspended in expectation
inspired to spill forth
steaming compositions
sticky on his epic lips,
grinning.

And he’ll rise then
breathing a new stanza
onto my fragrant neck
“Sandalwood,” he’ll whisper
as he fills me with a new
refrain
emphatically taunts
my music
to sing down onto
his tightened fuse,
running rivulets spiraling
along his determined thighs,
crying out into his
listening ear,
a requiem so potent it
drips off the page
and becomes some reality.

She is as lines to Bauhaus, oblique
In category yet commanding in form;
Her mind a pool of wealth and Grace,
Allusions to illusions, omega to
Alpha’s strongest gaze. I stand
Failed, distraught, lacking the
Dexterity of voice to call her name,
The temerity of will to regain her fair
Charms and affirmed charisma.
Lost I am within a cascade of
Superlatives and tribulation.
Were only she to have conquered
My mind, I would be of sound spirit to
Elicit some tempered comprehension;
Yet alas, I have been taken in soul
And I can do naught but wait
To see if she will one day return.