there is a medium of loneliness
where I find you on sulken days
damp like thin paper
subdued in hues
your eyes run down my paintings
like a oil spill engraved on the face of the universe

morbidly beautiful I cast you on my bewildered
kite
I stare up at you
with shattered eyes
I reach for you like barren agony
and you come down to me

we meet in our empty land
we prance it like skipping heart beats
we cut it open like red meat
while the rest of the world is beneath our feet
we retreat

into forelorn seclusion
the place we loved after all the defeat
and to myself I repeat
and I repeat

how are you so stunning
that you casted my fixed gaze from the stars
brung my world to a standstill and everything
I held onto now falls
when I hear the beckoning of your gazes call

and I know that love though dark and endless
beautiful and agless

exsists after all

Temptress
Enchanted glower of a
stare.
Following an insist
contempt of your content &
less of tests go on to say
morning bells strain on in vain.

Why do you come here
broken bird
blue-sulken, half-hearted
aviator of the dew?
How long must he endure
you?

Swayed from the winds of your brothers &
sisters;
Betrayed none other than by your uncles &
from where they keep
theirs.
Give haste to weeping
Give thanks to conceiving these
wings.

Justified to veer south is
****** not thee
be !
What **!
Hold tight!
Pass on the **** light
Cross vex into his sight
Tonight.

For man almost twenty-six
spoke long of the 27 tears :
of the unknown, complex
passionate, loving years
He was waiting
And always
was relaying
this to his

own little
20 Class A
Robin~

Come closer dear Death.

I'm here raw,  
bruise is open and lungs are sore.
eyes dilate like a bursting bomb,
as if fear itself fumigates,
combusting, flaring,
seeping inward
without vow
from fumes
to wounds.

I shall row to the ocean
of my regrets,
sulken, and grieving
of the times
wasted
into bins.

To the kisses
I ****** couldn't--
To the hugs
I've chosen not to--

May all be merry
when I'm gone.
and realize
how lone
you shouldn't
be.

I feel like
I always talk about
Music
and all it's beauty
the things it
Creates
but never the moments
that make it all worth it
I feel like I
Never
talk about the people who share my world
and all the amazing moments
that bind us together

So . . . here I go

I may not say I care
But
I know you feel it too when
we just click
and everything falls
into place
our music breathes life
into our sulken eyes
and pulses through
our slowly bleeding veins
and I know you can feel it twining, threading
and weaving itself around our tall straight
bodies forming an invisibly tangible bond and
we know we have created magic
with our fingertips

I know I kept my distance
but I was always just a bit lonely
and now we sit with our backs pressed
against the wall and read each others
poetry silently
we don't need to say a thing
to feel at ease

We keep each other
Safe
no matter what
or who comes inbetween
I am your protector
and you are mine
we pick each other up when we fall
and never say a word
because it's ok to fall sometimes
and if I'm feeling down
you make me laugh till my sides hurt
and there's no one
I'd rather work with
and no one better to reminisce with

No matter our shared history
I will always love you
and cherish the bond we share
even now
you were my best friend once
and though I am no longer your first
I still care and
I still love to hear your stories
even if you're high
and I'll still be the first to jump to your defense
working with you will always be
one of the best things I'll ever do
I hope you'll never forget
the way we clicked
and the music came alive and found
Home in our bones

Though we all must
eventually part ways
I swear I'll never forget your face
the voice we made
and the memories etched
in the lines of my skin
and I hope you
will do the same
just in case
we ever meet
again
some day

Because
With me, I walk blindly forward as my mess is overturned behind me as I sulken dream. To turn round eventually I find all that’s been done, with me left to tidy - to replenish and erase the mess that has already *******, spread rapidly into every corner of my insides. The lights go off when it burns off and the ashes tend to tell of time wasted of thirst and sense of waiting for his return.
I’m then diving into the spiral of aftermath that leaves itself to solve without answers. Heart stretches further and further away from its halves to avoid being engulfed by incoming wave which floods of knowing I would never have you.

And now
the pen I resist from daggering into my wrist so it’s ink can bleed into my insides with mellow wordly turmoil.

- See though, alone I thought I was safe. But those words that dropped out her mouth so unimpeachably illustrated you breaking into me. At that very moment. And unleashing the demons from their cage. I think I feel them gnawing now.

My weary mirror has no fun of late
It's stare is empty, cautious and as dim
As happiness when met in deathly date
What now is me appears into a him,
And he could sadden sad into a smile
In grin of measure wide that his decrease
Within a crept behind the eye of bile
In salt and wound that pains the skin to crease
For each a sullen ridge re-tells a sorrow made
By form as poor as deeply dug it's way
That pleasance birthed with vibrance were to fade
So have us left depressed into decay

What sulken form reflects mine eyes to see
The bitter sight and breathless life of me.