I am
swollen over you,
teeming

you,
carved from glass
over a fire
balmy, flushed,
and exact

my heart is tender
pliable, thick like jam

my heart is in halves
half is with you but
I hope you understand
I still need half
for me

a shell of a body, nothing more..
life goes on anyhow.
mutilation and blood galore
but still the world will not
                                             stop

empty soul, empty life
will things ever begin to get
b
   r
      i
        g
          h
            t
              e
                 r                  ?

this is a downward spiral
progression
of my life
and i am
simply there

Romance is dead,
love has fled,
lust is just,
hate creates;
these lonely souls
that take the melancholy stroll.

Our hearts in a turmoil,
what do we do with these echoes
that growls and grumbles?
In the early morning wisps of smoke,
those endearing midnight strokes.

Where we find ourselves;
alone, drinking out of the bliss canteen.

Your words are sweet
like honey
dripping from
your lips

let me taste you

mmm, your lies are sweet.

I want a love so unexpected.
It hits me like a thunder bolt.
I want a love that comes out of no where.
A love that is pure and unconditional.
I want to share the same thoughts.
I want to have the same feelings.
I want to be your steady rock.
I want to help with the healing.
I want to find him now Lord.
Why cant you have me meet him?
Is he in another state or country?
Or is he only present when I am dreaming?

time cannot thrive here
lost ballons measure my life
and big silly hats

My brothers and I once set sail
Into the open sea
My brothers said “we must go east!”
But to the west went me

My brothers begged me “the wind is strong!”
I did not heed their plea
I sailed against the furious current
Into the western sea

I fought and fought, of treasure I thought
And toil was the key
On and on for days I went
Yet I saw no prize for me

The only thing the west brought me
Was right back to the east
In the east the treasure would lie
Surely it must be

For days and days I sailed away
Yet the journey was not free
My health declined, my body whined
But of no concern to the sea

When I reached the land I had sought
the treasure for that I had fought
were my brothers three.