We all need acknowledgement
Consideration
We need air and food and sleep and
a sign that we are on someone's mind

You must fake care
We all must
Because a functioning relationship and a
a very low ******* tolerance cannot
Coexist

I have the neediest of needs
Unfulfilled
But your head could not be farther
up your own ******* and you can't see
I'd like them met by you
Oops

Hatred that fuels passion

Love that restrains resentment.

More of a balance,

there is none.

Even more of an irony


When to risk everything if we must,

we’d gladly do. But one more trip

and over the cliff

one

of us goes.


Though both of us know,

insignificant others will no longer signify us.

Future pain

out of the question is.


Though the remaining one

stings

with every silenced complaint masked with trust:

We mustn’t say,

We mustn’t show….


Both of us have ending arguments.

Both of us win.

Both of us lose.

Both of us surrender.


After so many tears,

after so much steam and anger –

the experience doesn’t fail, to

show us human.

Doesn’t fail to let us

downgrade pride.

and value every breath-taking moment.

Let our sight take care of past feelings.


We deliberately forgive

…do we forget?

We never forget.

We repress.

Repression that hurts

us,

but also prevents us from the

almost inevitable end.


Where do we fall?

Where do we combine,

repel any sign of despair?


A place where we can never go when mostly desired

– but always arrive in the

neediest of times.

A place where unconsciously we drown

into each others eyes - just once more.

Time non-existent.


Never will we understand

for never will we need to.

The plain fact is there,

And when there,

rationality suddenly becomes irrational.


My frustration to your ways.

Your hatred to my actions.

Our compassion for our love.


Bliss may come

when words of it are spoken no more.

Both of us

in mutual eternal exhilaration.

The rich never starve
So they don’t understand
When others do.
They have no earthly idea
What the starving folks
Are going through.

They are being taught
By those that have cash
That poor are lazy trash
And it’s fine to ignore
When they suffer.

If the poor were wise
They would choose another
Better way of living.
They’d surely not starve
But would rather carve
Out some way of  life
That brought wealth to
Their kids and their wife.

It’s got to be something
That the poor has done
To make them into
The neediest ones.
They should even work
For some fast food place
Because being poor is
A huge, social disgrace.

And the women should stay
At home with their kids
The same way our mothers
Of yesterday all did.
It’s shameful the way
The poor make their spouses
Work at jobs all the time
Outside of their houses.

The rich never starve
So they don’t understand
When others suffer.
They fail to accept that
We are their sisters
And their brothers.

wander down with gentle rains
along the furrows dug along those
long straight rows out
back

I seep and trickle
flow among each drop
seek the lowest spot
and gather

low with my kin
follow gravity to its
beginning

to the neediest root
the dryest eye
make tears

a pied pipers eye
to cry at the  drop of a
small seed

into the next cloud
to serenade
each fallen hero

making life renew
stop
and look

becoming
moist
I am

just dew
and heaven
mists

(Sometimes) I hate you,
But the neediest parts of me still crave
the vague admiration you hid between pages of manipulation and abuse.

I tell myself that I’ve moved on.
I ignore the cold sweats and screams that interrupt my dreams.
I push the thought of you to the bottom left corner of my mind,
Stored with other trauma, like family dinners and math homework.

It takes all the strength left in me
Not to set your castle of comfort ablaze
With the months of lies and exploitation.
How easily I could send it all tumbling with the flick of a finger,
Yet I don’t.
Maybe its because I’m humane and lenient in the ways you never were,
Or maybe its because I’m a coward
Just like you.

Patiently, you
Imagined in a fathomed decency
Welcome in the cope and stunning light, of reach aloof
To tell the story of an age, that has quiet for humanity

Role of a secret lover
Taken to stir and faring hope, the catch of day
On the here and now, the spoil of another utter
Rings and toward smile, a whetted appetite for any?

Cause curious
Today was a fate awakening from a fist
Named so politely, so wished for, a kiss furious
That wishes were made to be have, and neediest...

Call me a ceaseless romantic, the tools of avarice
Are a heady curiosity, come of age
With but the declaration of a filial friendship, might's
Adage, even when morals become the music to face...

Conscience
And the talk of dependency, which fights for every lip
Of loves circumstance, including the guise of outright presence
That has one more step for you to approve, the shadow of pity?