Finding comfort in liquor and meaningless kisses.
I'm a walking hurricane
But you didn't care and kissed me anyways,
I didn't know you were scared of thunder until the day came where my skies became gray and it started raining in my heart
My storm came,
Secrets stained with blood and covered in old scars you still don't ask me about
Our souls danced like the falling raindrops
Shadows of us just watched as the day you took my heart away forever
And when you left
There was an eternal winter inside me
I tried to fill it with late midnight men who didn't know my name
And i only knew yours
Waves of insanity slowly creeping up at me as i try to block them because ****
i love you, i love you, i love you,
but you don't love me anymore

the royal blue sky
said
today i am alive
soothe her soul
with
pink cotton candy clouds
thus
made a wind parade
to ease her soul
then
she said out loud
i can feel it
in the air
today i am alive

For the wolf
the Moon is a curse
a foul transformation of pain and shame
forced upon him by nature herself.

For the Sea
the Moon is a cruel lover
forever sending her away pushing her aside
only to draw her back in again endlessly.

For the Poet
the Moon is a torturer
forcing upon her emotions of all sorts
we feel happiness, and love, life and death under it's light.

The Wolf picks himself up once more, survives another night.
The Sea cries salty tears of scorn, but yet she returns once again.
So also must the poet pick herself back up, and carry on another sleepless night.

I miss you with everything I have,
with everything I can,
and with everything I am.

With raindrops falling and sunshine.
With every thought out of my mind.
In the blowing wind and the gliding moon.
With every breath I miss or take too soon.

In every second that is tickling
And every muscle that is beating.
With every flickering of my light
And all the stars from all my nights.

When I smile or when I weep;
When I’m awake and when I sleep.
With the dancing of my curtains,
In all the known and the uncertain.

With every wave the ocean brings.
In all my hopes and all my dreams.
When day is born and night is gone.
In all I do and all I've done.

In my old future and my past youth;
In my biggest and my smallest truth.
While a politician lies and a hero is born.
In the fearful doubt of right and wrong.

In my tears and laughter,
In my before and after.
In the emptiness of my shadow.
In the darkness of my hollow.

Within Neruda’s rhyming
And In Becker’s free writing.
In Shakespeare’s imagination
And Chomsky’s punctuation.

In the amount of freckles on my back
And in all the things I will ever lack.
When I’m trapped and when I’m free
While I have the joy of knowing thee.

I miss you
And there’s nothing I can do
Because I miss myself, too,
Whenever I don’t have you.

Abandoned buildings, towns, homes, and everything in between have always sparked my curiosity. Each of them have a story to tell which I yearn to hear.  

Maybe that's why I've always been so drawn to you.


                                  B.S.