The singing of phones cut midway
The conversations that flow exactly after
The unnoticed change from night to day
The difference in context of everything that mattered

Now there was...

The silence of phones that used to ring nonstop
The ringing of phones currently unanswered
The mornings when it's impossible to get up
The middays wherein silence is heard
The nights when it's impossible to sleep
The midnights when eyes won't even blink
The day breaks that slowly creep
The dawns that felt like the sun was going to sink
The dusks wherein the rain poured
The fading daylight which was warmly gazed upon
The darkness of a nightfall which enveloped that unspoken word
The gust of air that continues changing from here on
The burning of letters that should have existed
And
The writing of letters that no longer exist

I remember
Vividly those serene eyes,
Shining bright,
Emotion in them
Sparks my blood to rise

Thy teary eyes divine,
Speak with love and tenderness,
Eyes, a million stars in them
The picture of innocence.

Eyes seeking me -
Glowing,
Like that first dew,
On the new viridescent blade of grass.

Your eyes my matinal star
Your eyes my middays sunshines,
Your eyes my vespers twilight,
Your eyes an oceanic depth,
Your eyes my autumnal hues,
Your eyes wild jasmines
Fragrant at nights,
Like that sunflower
Gazing the afternoon sun.

Let the peacocks vauntingly dance,
Let the nightingales melodiously sing,
Let the flora and fauna flourish,
Like spring in prosperity,
In felicitation,
Let me always
See
Through Your Eyes

Soon as cupid closed his eyes and released his bow,
I immediately knew your face from my dreams.
The girl whose face I could never see,
You were always so quick to leave,
I'd pretend to hate you if it were true.
Just before I open my eyes the stars disappear only to reappear when I close them.
I slouch deeper in the couch awaiting your presence.
A chance to reciprocate just how I feel.
Forgiving you for not showing up a second sooner.
A hummus of white pastures
Devoted to the hunger of the sun,
Devouring everything in sight.
An maybe that invites the utopia of your thought,
Stung by an fleeting arrow, strung by the oasis of an longing heart.
Wondering aimlessly; an clear day
Without a single cloud to be found.
These are the times I think of you.
The horizon of my world.
The clouds move, curious in nature.
Beneath the pain of ribs struck by a fleeting arrow
You are there, the throbbing sensation that pulsates through my veins.
I miss you without having to look down,
I am neither naive nor stupid.
With quiet vocals
I deeply long for you on cloudy days
I deeply long for you now.
My enigmatic arrow
Migrate back to my side

2 a.m. condolence center
The most helpful place for confounded heart
You may ask for suggestion or place an order
Good evengloom,
How can I help you?

Informations about this stack of hair,
Please, I have sent it to your office
It has lots of broken dreams
And is covered with sharp glasses
It’s amassed by wailing light

Would you like anything else?

When you are done,
Just pack them up for long-haul
Morning departure
In the same flight as the divorced ribbons
On the issue last week

Thank you.

Good evengloom,
2 a.m. condolence center
How can I help you?

I’d like a work of art, please
With streaks of blue blood
In the red paint that was made of dirt
You know, the one dipped into a glass of arsenic
Before the loom gloom september sleep

Just that, nothing else.

Good evengloom,
2 a.m. condolence center
How can I help you?

Show me your face, destroyer
Your half-witted face
Your scavenger scars
Do not hide behind the cords
Putting the mask of a saint

You are a sinner like we are
Grief your godforsaken
Condolence center

Anything else?

Just your half-tilted face,
Destroyer.
And I shall ask no more.

Good evergloom.
2 ante meridiem condolence center
How can I help you?

Shut the stars
And light up middays
We are fed up
Of your condolence center
Thank you

Thank you for your calls
We wish you a very goodnight.
From  your beloved two a.m. condolence center
Good evengloom,
good evergloom.

you taste like the fizzy sodas,
watermelons in summer,
the afternoons i spend daydreaming,
clear skies inside milk cartoons.
we meet in between the lines,
touch sparks like fireworks
and heat melting off our walls,
we're two lines crisscrossed
into several points,
constellations and corners.
first kisses,
shy touches,
getting to know.
you taste like the strawberry lip balm
you put on before dinner,
bucketfuls of cotton candy,
midnights that sound like gentle waves,
middays that promise fondness.
let me catch your bottom tier
between both of mine,
catch your hand under the table,
catch you when you fall.
i am no traveller or adventurer,
but i'd be eager to map out
your every nooks and crannies.
fill in your edges as you caress my curves,
finish where you start and
end when you begin,
meet you every time i dream
of the cloudless nights and the stars
above your rooftop, inside your eyes.
i am not big on promises
but set again another date,
let's do this again
and i won't be late.

there's nothing personable about wintry skies above the boston harbor
it gets ugly along the ridgepole of rhode island and providence plantations
this time of year

i ink off the dome
along the varicose veins of these violent streets

we smash more
because life indoors
is the gateway to new manners
or points of psychosis
if your boo doesn't get you
enough to get along

it storms snow where we bump

some think it's fine
or that it's by design lakes freeze over here
and mold mirrors made with angels in mind
but it's a terrific tragedy
the death of colors, inhibitions and innocence
choked away from the branches certain seasons undress

the way no one knows enough to mourn

but mother nature's a chameleon
and new england is the skin that won't keep

it's the backend of the wannabe springtime middays in may
when shorties lose their minds again
a few hours every other day
rock cutoffs and capris
because the sun showed her shine again

but she's so premature
and we've dreamed dreams before this way
against the grain
so we get high to get by like smokeheads do

but i need something sexier to wake up to
like garden birds and backyard bird feeders
american robins and the orioles
that i imagine must use their sugar water to maintain better bongs

because it's a slow burn...
the backside of northeastern calendar months

and my consequent mood swings
are 1 of 2 things that need adjusting
but it is what it is, and too cold anyway
so smiles crack beneath the pressure
like glass poets in poetry slams

i feel like the leaves in november's middays;
dying,
fragile,
and certainly of not summer's company.

Crescendo rising to torture the orchestral lull
Broke backed break beats, hound the exhumed hull
Waltzing off with the sounds of silver
Revoked in half measures by a cold sweat shiver
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The aft bowed to its keel,
Scorpion shaped contorted steel.
It’s crescent figure draped on the horizon
Lulled to sleep by the house paid siren.
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Sloppy soaked balsa kicks back reverence through the feed
Cracks in crackling, evident of disintegration in the reed.
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Poppy poked ventricles provoke elegance through need
Rats in shackling, petulant for the absolution required to concede
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Unbuckling at middays light
Caustically aware of approaching night
Collective need provokes a search for a scout
No one wants to leave their stash in the middle of a drought
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Crashed and burned on grassless shoals
A boat full of users without goals
Left to withdrawal on barren land,
Hollow shores of endless sand

Long talks with pointless plots
Words we never heard shimmer in the wind
The cold breeze with attempts to break us free you and me Snow-white woke us up from a middays night to a rare of sights

Highlights of picture perfect memories floating in my head
Giving flight to what lay dormant for so long, that which I have yet said
You've placed reasonable doubt in actions I've left undealt
But look to the sky for my downfalls may come clear and high as Orion's Belt

Something struggling slowly stuttering to breath life once again
A flicker set forth gives hope of strength now and then
Tell me once more how impractical it'd be to live and not know
Through trials and tribulations though not appealing is how we'll grow  

Living on a clock its a ticking time bomb
Condensing each moment but it's my time I thrive on
Stop a moment **** the timer
wide eyed take a breath and hold it
Remember remember before its gone a piece to life's puzzle no need for force or brawn

Tender in all you've rendered complete for most of what's remembered
It's the little things like when and where not who or why just that we were there
No explanation needed for a proper teaching of how you should be treated true
Though human err exists I swear I'm not made of this and that I promise you

For a gift is what time is in this moment
temporarily pleasant or even heavenly for a peasant
Embracing the ticking of every hours races because
Time with you is no better time than thee present.

Writhing and twitching, stiff for long hours,

my bones have decayed like flowers gone sour.

Seventy-two inches below, I seize and throe,

my neck slick and split by Red’s murdering slit.



Wish I dare not to be removed from this spot,

despite all the strength St. Peter hath gave.



Midnights to middays, even I have so prayed,

for redemption from causing the cantankerous tumors,

cancer taking Our Mother, yet she holds me still.

I smell in her hair sweet songs from the air,

of small birds in great trees, wings aloft on the breeze.



The Emperor’s staff, swiftly swung in behalf

of my old lonely soul. Cinch my heart gripping tight,

oh how want I the bite, of love on my ear to soothe ancient fear.

What have I done with that fruit which I won?

I do not feel deserving of Her loving and serving,

the whim and the will of the young one who still

she calls Her Beautiful Child.

The ground's still cold at the end of May,
And all I want is another day.
Winter will come far too soon,
As middays lapse into afternoons.

Crickets tweet despite the dark,
And I don't run though all dogs bark.
You never know what's past the trees,
As Betelgeuse glimmers too faint to see.

Hacking out verses numbingly hones
That strange sad effort to make here home.

The evenings deafening silence
Surrendered by the screams
Passionately empty walls
Footprints exploring the halls

Darkness on middays' sun
As the tears rob the fun
Empty souls deeper in the well
Devils journey to a patient hell

Tears hidden by the smiles
Unforgettable tortuous miles
Rest not under the pine tree
To the undiscovered country flee

Fleeting kisses upon the brow
Friendship secretly disavowed
Lonely nights plea
As silence comes to be

Its been
Days, weeks, months
Since you left me behind
Left me head over heels in "love" with you
You had me thinking that i knew you so well
That I was the best thing in your life
That I was the only thing that you trusted

You had me thinking that you loved me
that you truly did care for me
that our countless messages meant something
that our phone calls every night weren't just out of boredom

You had me thinking that I was worth something
that for once I could be somebodies that person
that every time you walked me to class
and every time you waited for me at the end of the day was because you needed me

I want to scream that you used me
that you lied and it all meant nothing
that you manipulated and stayed cause I was the only one there
that I wasn't the one who made myself believe something that isin't even there

Its been so long since we talked or seen each other
All the reality and words of what people say all start to make sense
I trusted you with everything, took your word above all
But I wonder if that was the right choice to make
If I should have trusted my other friends after all

But your gone now, Theres no need to stress
All the words and things no longer hold any meaning
You don't care about me,  You don't even bother to text
My hollowed out heart doesn't bother anymore
Not after its been broken to it's very core

Sometimes I close my eyes at night
All I can see is your cheerful face
Grinning and laughing, as you did when we were friends
The memories we shared, things like watching our show together, falling asleep in the middays sun and playing video games till we finally won.

And I know that in these moments I was truly happy
I was content, in love and I wished for nothing more.
But as I lay awake I can't help but wonder
Did you really not love me, did you find me a bore?

Was it all really a lie?
Did you truly not care?
Was I nothing more than just a person who happened to be there?
Cause I loved you, loved you so much that it ******* hurt
I blindly gave you everything till I was completely stripped bare

So do enlighten me
Do tell me blunt and clear
Tell me your true feelings
For the whole world to hear

I've been suffering in silence
Not allowing myself to shed a tear
I refused to believe that my love meant nothing
The very thought fills my soul with fear

Tell me so I can cry
Tell me so I can finally move on
Tell me the truth behind it all
Tell me so that I can stop loving you

Cause in my heart you are still
My beloved pedestal boy

Ive never rushed to death,
Under a cylinder scope
A peek into the surreal:

A dance of shadows
Filleted by burnt light,
Across the portico
Under the middays thought
A girl under my eyes
Holds the glare of our only
Star;

The nocturne and his ways
Mysterious like a woman's
Touch of lips,
Kiss the sky under
The constellated passions
And in the moment....
A girl!
A man sees the destiny's
Plow through fields
Of the grained aches past gone,

A girl subdues the terminable,
Just a breath before the
Dust settles,
A sigh of life.