Existence.
It's such a weird thing to have.
We don't ask for it,
We don't all want it,
And yet we have it.
Some are given the "gift" of existence because they were created to be loved.
We are given life through the intimacy of others.
We didn't ask to be here.
Put on this earth to suffer until we finally give up or give in.
We give up this beautiful life that we are given by neglecting all of the beautiful things we are capable of.
We give in to being dull and gray.
Each day we go to the same place, do the same thing, and see the same sights.
This makes us weak and emotionless.
Broken beings that have lost that beauty of existence.
We give in to the destroying and demeaning words from strangers.
We let them destroy this beauty inside of us,
We let them **** our hope.
But why?

Your untouchable promises
     chill'd in my veins
my fragile posies were left
           out in the frosted reign
swept me up in your darkly
                 abstruse sweetness
etch'd love songs
          on my skin's tremblings
prayers that were answer'd
          with sad weakness
lullabies dull'd my sensibilities
        and dying fortitude
fell on my knees upon
         my own strangled heart
rescuing  me from myself,
          you brush'd ***** tendrils aside
in contemptible silent sighs,
               from the depths of apathy
i need your emptiness to
      fill my void'd briny spirit
frosted over my convictions,
             i lie frozen in icy drifts of regret

From Love, to coldness.
From strength, to weakness.
From hope, to denial.
From faith, to doubt.
From health, to sickness.
From light, to darkness.
From warm, to cold.
From morning, to night.
From alive, to deceased.
From present time, to memories.
From found, to lost.
From earth, to heaven.
From happy, to sad.
From laughing, to crying.
From fast, to slow.
From a full heart, to a shattered one.
From today, to yesterday.
From easy to hard.
From sunny, to rainy.
From flames, to ashes.
From spring, to fall.
I miss you.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her **** and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds
And bear those tendril hands I touch across
The agonized, two seas.
Behind my head a square of sky sags over
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover
And the golden ball spins out of the skies;
Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.

In my mind,

I think of the snow on the mountains,
How did these ginormous creations come about?

In my mind,

I wonder why the ocean is full of millions of creatures, how deep and extravagant is it?

In my mind,

I question why something so simple as a tree, or a leaf can interest me?
What is it that pulls me in to its beauty.

In my mind,

I am surprised by the people that forget the wonder that surrounds them.
Have they forgotten how magnificent this world is.

In my mind,

I'm scared that people will not understand that all of this beauty is for a reason, to keep us at peace.

In my mind,

I can forget and turn to things that can't fill me, it's until I remember the breath of life on the earth that I can feel glory.

Vivid depictions
of street corners
with glaring lamps
lighting only
a portion of the walk,
as you stroll in and out
of the spotlight

Flashing glances
from strange passerby,
as they shuffle on their
daily commute to
wherever it is
they are going

Sitting Straight,
upright in the
blue chairs,
in the classes
that come and go
and leave no more
of a mark on you
than they did
before you stepped
in the room

Flashing Lights
from the neon sign
as an advertisement
for the bare skin
& money &
alcohol that just
goes right through
you in the end

Forced smiles
for the customers
who are not buying
anything, but insist
that the prices
are lower, that
You have no idea
about the products in
your own store, and that
you're wrong

Simple Connection
between one person
and another, the community
created between one heart's
compassion and another's
misfortune, sharing in a bond
so undeniably deep
cradling the essence of
humanity in the folds

that moment when i held your hand
and felt the electricity crawling up my arm
i knew it has got to be something
could it be a sign of something oh so divine

days after you told me i'm not the only one
who felt such phenomenon i can't fathom
science may explain it, but will i ever believe it?
when something in me already decided, that couldn't be it

remember when we're in a sea of people
and somehow felt that certain connection
when everything around us turned blurry
except you, so vivid, so crystal clear

those were the days when love bind us
when i choose to believe the sky's an arm's length reach
when nothing else really matters
when everything around us is all about you and me