Its not a bad life
just a bad day
so get high
because the world
is too low

The universe flows through me,
so poetry flows out.

Eyes widened,
Lips closed,
Body numbed.

Gaze hazed,
Voice destroyed,
Arms opened.

She screams, she shouts, she cries, she opens herself


to me.

Vision blurring,
Mouth gasping,
Body aching.


She whispers secrets no soul has heard, she opens her wounds unto my skin.


Sight blinded,
Words lacking,
Being empty.

Life drained from this empty vessel.

Why do I crave eternity?
Why am I so obsessed with myself?
Why am without myself when I'm with myself?
What have I become?
What will I be?
What can I be?
Am I the voices living in my head?
What am I?
What am I not?
What does it matter....

I will never give up on you.
No matter how hard the tide pushes,
no matter how strong the wind may blow,
I will stand with you,
strong and tall.
You,
are afraid and brave.
I,
am terrified and resilient.
Together,
we are in love.
Together,
we will overcome.
Together,
we are one.
Nor hell or high water,
will tear us apart.

she was like the sea
beautiful but filled with depth
blue and unsettled
her caress captivating
yet once submerged destructive