Your silence is killing.
What are you trying to say?

I scream into you
to fill up the space.

But your eternally furrowed brow
tells me I'm in the wrong.

And I stand there-
trying to make amends with a statue of a boy.

I am greed, want.
She is need, lack.

I am anger and frustration.
She is hope, tenacity.

She is yellow
amidst the grey that I'm become.

But I am success, money.
And she is poverty, dust.

My thoughts are in a state of anarchy
And they crash into your words.
And remember.
And forget.
And do not know what's worse.

Remembering is bitter sweet-
Never to be, always been.
To forget is to cut out all the words
etched into my skin.

And I fall into this silence,
Indecision is my curse.
I remember.
And forget.
And do not know what's worse.

A lovely apparition
I saw in loneliness
You haunted me around,
and I did not resist.

Over time I grew less convinced
that you and I had ever touched,
but you haunted me around
and I expected too much.

I tried to trap you on a page,
to scream you into plain sight.
But you haunted me around,
and I could not face the night.

You're the ghost I can't get rid of-
That I'm hesitant to release.
But you haunted me around

                         And I still have not found peace.

Because I don't live in a vacuum
there is a black hole inside of me.

And it devours words from outside-
pulls them from their mouths
and into the depths of me.

Every line beckons internal anarchy.
Every syllable punctuates my doubt.

I  
  am
        their                                       I
                 thoughts.                        am
                             ­                                     their
                      ­                                                     words.

And I would that within didn't come from without.

Break break break
On the sand that still waits, O sea.
And I wish that time could erode
the past that unravels me.

O well for the barefoot boy that
passes the length of the shore.
O well for the fisher without a net
who forgot what the struggle was for.

And the weathered ship moves on
to the place where its cargo must rest.
But, O that I could disembark
or unload this unconquerable mess.

Break Break Break
At thy faithful cliffs, O sea.
But I fear that a day I can never repeat
will forever come back to me.

And I'll hope that the time space continuum gets smaller,
That the names on the map lose all meaning,
and the distance becomes just an obligation.

And you'll come to surpass
the person you left here with me.

It is in the sun,
The rising and falling;
Both self and other,
On which we so depend.
It is all in the sun.

And while she lie awake pondering existence in itself;
she realised that it -
it and everything else,
would be always and unavoidably tied to disappointment.
The two are linked-
so closely to the point where they are almost homogeneous.
Because people were broken.
And because she was broken.

Walk, Walk with your bare feet
to places I've never heard.
Lately, I can't seem to feel
anything but words.

Stand, stand at the crossroads,
wonder where you will go.
Distance becoming more than space,
as I had come to know.

But you talk, talk with conviction
about everything but me.
And I counted for a year.
And I cursed the miles between.

Distance was my occupation.
I tried to measure it with a pen.
And so I did not notice the breach between us-
the ever present end.

The breach that separated
you
from
me,
that no amount of closeness would mend.