Why is it sad
that you don't have a purpose?
What is the true
definition of worthless?

Stop looking
start seeing
Stop doing
start being
Stop searching
start finding
what use is rewinding?

All I ask
is for you to make sure
that you know what you know

The ice in your eyes cracked
when the rain your eyes wracked
fractal fingers reaching rip her iris
when the loud cloud-brow rain whispers "why this?"
it's priceless

The demon that screams in your shower
is lie-less.
The fire inside, some evil power.
Your crisis.
His lips aren't meant to be kissed,
but his screams won't be dismissed.

Ice and fire are of the same stuff.
You tried a taste of this life,
and it's not enough.

Well tough.

there's no reason not to cry
there's no reason not to smile
so why fill your eyes
with the diamonds you despise?
and all the while
the flies are nigh dead
and all the while
the flies are nigh dead
so why hang your head?

the time for bed is here,
but sleep is no where near.
so you look for it in the spaces
between the twists and the twines
of the faces in your mind;
and your spine
you cannot climb
to nestle in the lime-light
when nothing about this time's right.
and you still can't fight your rot with thought.
you guess...
i guess not.

SHUT THE **** UP!
or should I say listen?
is it enough
just to watch the stars glisten?

Turn around.
to see if your shadow's feet are
on the ground.
that mirror made
of a masquerade
to see the change
of this masquerade

Running through the crystal rain
Stunning blues in two full brains
I took an unmarked train
to watch the skyline drain away
i have to say
if yesterday
is here to stay
i'll find a way
to be ok

This time
what was in my mind
left behind to find
after my eyes
were blind from cries
lay resting in depressions
of the body I call mine
this rind too kind
to be pressing in the lesson
i keep testing this thought so fine
my shadow was fined for the sigh that tried to hide
the sad know that the lines are signs that shine
too bright to see inside
and my death that's still hiding there
beats my breath and grows my hair
til what's left is budding bare
bursts like nighttime solar flares
and I don't care about my dispare
because it's me and it's only fair
because it sees what none will dare
because the key was always there
and it's the door that's out of place
i implore that it's not a race
so please take some space
to find your face
to see your grace
in the case left unlocked
just stop

The remnants of last night's nova
lay scattered in tatters on the patterns
of ballroom linoleum.
Flattened bottles and kids
full throttle on people petroleum.
They whisper, "we're full of them
deaths 'guised as holy gems,"
but no one could hear
through the decoding of the exploding star,
the eroding of that foreboding bazaar,
not even the one whispering,
loose lips left ajar.

The remnants of last night's nova;
it began with a beat.
Melody sweet was distorted just to show the
flipped switch kids who retorted just to grow numb,
with ditched brain space aborted just to know dub,
or love the microchips imported just to throw the
blasting bass bubbles of sound
into the ground,
spinning around,
until they come down,
to frown at flowers
powered by the eye of the storm.
Where it's the norm
for their forms
to be torn from their static.

The remnants of last night's nova
was an illness of stillness;
of dripping dead glow sticks
that knows this
fist in your chest clenched tight,
and the sight of last night,
and the fading lights
just show this restlessness
is not the best of this bright.
The love fights muttered
through shutters of others
echoed soft cotton swab colors
in sunrise skies,
and despised eyes,
and reprized "why?s"
to inspire white lies.

The remnants of last night's nova
are gone.

by the way...
I didn't change...

You just got to know me better.

and so did I.

I used to say
what I meant to say,
and it would take your breath away.

Now I don't know
what I mean to say,
but you've no breath left to loose anyway.