Blink.there's a futureI don't wantto plan,apast I don'twant to let go,and a present fullof love,of distance intimacyI hold closest,and peoplewho knowmy storybecause it runsso deeply with their own.and in the balanceof all of thisis where my story sitsblinking cursor-
yours/mine/ours.let us join handswhile we burn this mattressthe breezefrom our two-stepwill put out the ashesand our lips will touchin somethingless than a kissmore an attemptto resuscitatewhatever this is waswe're still pressing palmsbut it's left to right these days(instead of mine to yours)and we're still drinking coffeeblacker than the skies we sip itunderbut we're whisperingthe answersto the universewith different facesand I am homesickand no heartbeatsoundsquite like yours/mine/ours.
H(our).it is trueyou can't redothe last hour of your life,but you have exactly one hourto make the next oneextraordinary.
(red st)ring.bury me with a (red st)ringstill around my ring fingerthat i tried to forgethalf my life,cutting off the circulationcyclic sufferingsolitudeandsilencehe has made with his fistsfor the last time.there is a heavenand a helloccupying this casketright alongwith the muskof formaldehyde:heavenin the waythe stench of 80 proofhas left this swollen head;proof that woe is not forever,and hellin the waythat i knownow there won'tcome some day or anotherwhen a god would have to answerto mefor allof this.
Truelove (n)-done scrawling exes on calendar pages.
For Now.I spendthe endof every daylistening for your heartbeatunder my pillowcase.
Our WorldTonight we shall awakeAnd we'll feel better;While scars dictate out a eulogyBefore icicle stars drip a lakeOf blood and ink.And our life is scribedAnd our destiny transcribedUpon ozone highways ofA time swept letter.Tonight we shall smileAnd we'll be fine;While bones taunt us in penuryOut of sync to heart's design:Never will we blink.And our strife is mystifiedAnd our history pacifiedTowards x-ray epitaphs onA lunar forged shrine.Tonight we shall glowAnd we'll fly high;As souls sing forth in melodyTo harp string's of an angel's sigh,But joy fades in a wink.And we're aliveThere's nothing we can't surviveAnd we're a mysteryTo bandaged eyes living misery.So let's set things right!Let's burn out tonight!Set the world alightWith the unity of our cries,Never to let the flames burn lowNor to allow our nightmaresPermission to fester and grow.So let's set things right!Tonight we shall awakeAnd even if it kills us;The world. Our world.Will be alright.
The Word RoseAnd from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Notebook petals, blooming in the bloodOf scarlet love,Dripping sweet melodies from high aboveShowering us in an embracing flood.It was a single word roseAnd upon it was written your heartIn the form of a hundred rhymesPlaying out your song,Your beautiful songAnd nothing could let it fall apart.And from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Poetic thorns, glaring through the galeOf obsidian disgust,Sneering dark voices of our innocent lustWhispering to us of that word rose pale.It was a single word roseAnd within it was hidden my heartIn the form of a thousand crimesWeeping all my sins,All my blackest sinsBut no one ever saw me fall apart.And from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Word rose, oh where are you?Word rose, ah shining in the blue,You hide my secrets andCover yourself in her heart.Wor
Late nightAll alone in my roomSurrounded by darknessThe clock keeps tickingTime doesn't stopAnd there I layMy mind wanderingWhile I waitFor another day to come
A Fairy TaleDismembered limbs fall from the skyDramatic chorus sings silken ribbonsOn the mountaintop, out there in the darknessWhere plants are withered from lack of sunAnd all that is now will be what wasAnd all that was will be once againAs limbs attach themselves to torsosWe get up and walk, smiling, into the lightTeeth, hair, skin, bone re-assembledNew feathered wings stitched to backsThe plants are green on the other sideGrowth ensured by the ever-bright light
182,400 stars were created as you read this.We are woven loosely togetherwith the fabricsof stardust and big bangs.No more amazing,in the grand scheme of things,than any other life sustainingbeing of our little dust speckcalled Earth.We are infinitely smallin comparison to our sun,which is infinitely smallin comparison to the galaxy,which is infinitely smallin comparison to other galaxies.I'm pretty sure the Milky Way has her lunch moneystolen by the bigger galaxies on the playground.Yet, we humans, feel more important than it all.There are more stars in existencethan there are grains of sandcovering our entire world.And there are, roughly,7,000,500,000,000,000,000,000grains filling the cracks of our planet.Literally,1,000,000 times more insignificant pieces of dirtthan there are people alive at this very moment.We are so concerned about leaving our marksthat we forget about the goodwill of others.And our marks are nothingin the history book of everything anyways.Not even worthy of a dogeared page 7
RavenThe raven would not say my name -only flutter its wingand settle on the branch.I watched its cockle eyestudy me and the rooftopsthat sang of autumn.Leaves swirled in the wiresas the air blisterd around meand I could feel myselffalling once again -somewhere the lightwould still remember me.
Second.I've no crystal ball,no misty eyes,no magicwanderingthe hallsof my heart,but I can tell you now,today,just how our friendship willfall.