I knew long ago my mind was too delusional,
To the point of forgetting it was just an illusion.
I kept deceiving myself with empty dreams,
And broken promises kept on piling up once again.
I am slipping between a scarce chance and stability,
I forget uselessness of my desires since the sun is never on my side,
I am friends with nights full of insomnia and sleeplessness.


Run, I run into branches of the sunny wires,
Tumble and kneel to whatever catch my eyes,
I mark them as godly, pray for wellbeing,
Afraid to allow a human touch.
I don't have sorrows yet to eat me inside.

I died today all alone
I died today and no one cared
I died today everyone went on with their lives
I died today no one even noticed
I died today and everyone seems a little bit happier
I died today there's no heaven or hell
I died today and I'm just as alone as I was in life

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

stainless steel and skin
do make the worst of friends
the friction
the senses
survive and protect

will love always leave
is light simply a lie
stainless
steel blades
play god and death defy

electric is my mind
my heart is numb and small
senses
just lave
Over walls cold and tall

am i just worth not
the love ; you're unaware.
doesn't
hurt much
i'll go deeper so you care

my mind only filled
with endorphins happy red
pockets
of proof
of life; the raccoon fed

stainless steel and skin
do make the best of friends
buzzing,
living.
the cuts and seams i penned

Yesterday,
I will forget about tomorrow.

Drawing little tears
I trace around lines
small oval shaped drops
I cut away from your eyes
pasting them in a scrapbook
for the hurting to see
Inviting all to look
how sorrow is set free
tear out the paper
fold into a plane
crease down the corners
and fly away the pain

Night's breeze kissed my nose,
And as stars were hanging on trees,
I looked down and I saw you,
Waiting for me patiently,
On one knee.