Where go thee traveler, trailing in broken shadows?

Just another poet wandering down a mischievous path of deceit and beguiles.
Who be thee? Another shattered soul sauntering in denial?

Carry a name I do not, but you may call me whatever comes to your thoughts.

Cassandra. Deliverer of delight and heavenly sight, but caustic to those who try to consume her with the allure of night.

Cursory charm, a daring attempt to overtake the apex of my harnessed heart.

My penchant roars with a persistence that never rests!
Audacious lips of mine will eclipse your eyes as deep as an ocean and dark as wine.
Let our shadows combine, our fate intertwine to capture a moment of the divine.

Arrhythmic and blind your love needs redesign!
Otherwise I'll become another infatuation lost in time.

Here I stand austere without effrontery to burden our affair. What is it you'll have me declare?

First follow me into the infinite abyss.

What after I plunge into the nebulous mist?

Our hands we'll share in the company of crescent stares

**** it up
it's not that bad.
keep your head up
it's not that bad.
they have it worse
what is your problem?
you don't feel that bad
quit laying down.

shut up shut up
i know my limit.
if i want rest,
i will.

**** it up
if you talk
and try to
be energetic
it will feel better.

that is why,
people think I
am crazy,
i talk too much.

well if that
is what it takes
to keep you up,
then thats what it takes.
no one here matters
anyway.

don't be so
futilistic.

have you prayed about it?

no.

why not?

because, Others have it worse

that's ridiculous
do you really
think that you can
get by with out God's grace?

No, I don't

Then get it together.

I'm trying, it's hard.

not really that hard

Who's side are you on anyway?

No ones.

The battles against no one are the hardest fought.

Let me
talk, talk, talk
Let me
speak, speak, speak
Use my
voice, voice, voice
Make some
noise, noise, noise
Use my
words
Say these
words
All these
words
Loosing meaning
Lost their meaning
only noise
so you know I'm here
Hearing you
talk, talk, talk
Letting you
speak, speak, speak
Using your
voice, voice, voice
Making
noise, noise, noise
Using your
words
Saying your
words
Loosing meaning
Lost meanings
only noises
Letting me know you're there
Hearing me

talk, talk, talk

...

Because my poems are always depressed,
I tried to write something happy for you.
~
Depression returns.
~
Half of our converstations
Is laughter.
~
And I was figuring out,
If your laughter was a mask too sometimes.
~
And I broke through,
But it wasn't
~
Hapiness stayed.
~
I helped you write your first poem,
The motto:
~
Never give up,
Don't be sad.
~
And I wonder
If you'll ever
~
See trough the eye,
of a true poet.
~
And if you'll never,
Stay sad.
~
And if you'll ever,
Keep going

...

i was on my best friends bedroom floor
staring into the darkness
listening to her even breathing and
the creatures outside that inhabited the summer night
with stiff carpet digging into my freckled cheek
and i realized
that this was something different
once again,
this was something different
the way you said things
was something different to me
that meaningless converstations held more weight in my head
than french vocabulary (because i failed that quiz, but i would ace the one made up of things you told me on those late summer nights)
and maybe that firefly was signaling a future
a chance
a chance i need so badly again
that maybe all those jokes
were meant to be written in stone on a statue in a field
somewhere dedicated to all we were
and all we could have been
that maybe
maybe
maybe
we will be something again
(i can only hope)
that that light in your eyes finds the light inside mine
and that it works
it keeps working
that these times dont last forever
that we keep
going
together
not i as in seperate,
i
as
in
you and me
together.