and so all of them remain
written with in a five minute time span
because poetry is a liquid bed of emotion
not to be rewritten
edited
or changed
it remains in the moment of your disdain
or love
hope
or fear
these words are liquid emotions
for the brain to hear

uncovered,
the truth is i'm lonely
my heart caught in unsure roaming
a need of connection
my heart has been led in so many wrong directions
hollow ready to be filled
this heart remains unhealed
unhealed from previous encounters
"be careful around her",
so they may say
my heart a motionless, yet open bay
rapture this heart crimson
and lay with me throughout my longing days
because this loneliness has to be an ending maze
a passing, meager haze
a hollow, inept phase
with the promise of fulfillment
the promise of a rose and golden resilience
the promise of the longing words "erase it" (this phase)

There exist nothing that roots me to this earth
The only thing that stops me from taking my life is the trouble it would be worth
Money paid for service and a creped box
The time spent and lost of the attended 'loved ones'
I guess until I find a way to bury myself outside of metaphoric rhymes
I will continue to exist and write these lines

i must admit my deep disdain
for the ineptitude of my being
is in circle to remain
i warrant you not to reach in grasp for this heart
even whether you are
enamored by my craft, love of art
my gentle, charming
and inevitable clumsy ways
my laugh
my shining effervescence essence of days
because i will tell you the truth
ineptitude persist at my root
a built alluring facade breathes rose
happy, appealing to the nose
nose of sight
but i must tell you the truth
in protest of right
this facade is a hollow shell
divulged, lies not right
touched
will crumble down
to dissipate in fleeting, wistful sight
however, as i warrant against your love
i welcome your deep, genuine attempt
in hope to deem this ineptitude one day *exempt

Cloudy days to which I like
As my darkened feelings can less subtly hide
But rainy days to which I love
Tear covered skin with no need to glove
Because as the skies pour hard
The less my tears appear ajar

I'm just going to take a trip
to get some gas
because you see my tank is empty
from when I filled it last
maybe after I'll  parooz these streets of autumn and gold
but you see there is this other thought for which I hold
crisp leather sparks the dash
wheel in hand this could just be my last
because you see beyond those autumn trees is a street untold
where the beautiful landscape sharply unfolds
blundering rocks of shaken streams
a quick slip of the wheel
and I'll be off to a world of dreams
where no one can touch my soul
it'll just be the ground's now
to forever hold