How does the man behindThe counter feelFor the drunk he is feeding a bleakness?For the job, he is misleading.And,For the drunk, he is leading. Love is the hope within the bottleWhere no liquid resides.Just a message of hopeFor the man attempting to run along the…
Piloted on wingsCentered on springs.She had leaped, more than once, from cliffs made of collapsed Earth,Only for me, to see, what should not be, of this pain that had been birthed.Joy cannot settle on her skin,While I call to her, in unhealthy dins. Where were…
Blanketed by romanceIn the third degreeBurns upon my molten skin.And I’ll kiss my own wounds, under the sun,As the monster I have become. She sung her praises aloudTo me, the blamed fiend. When rivers stream their run of lavaTo the bloody lakes below.When beauty mocks…
Sunken beneath, the tides, as you wereMy solace, the source to my wellOf tears.I threw a line for your freedom, when I saw you were drowning.I threw it, to save you from the uncertainty that kept you weeping.For each drop in the tide, was yours.Though,…
Above ground,You were grand, with eyes like the emerald watersOf two distant ponds.And, you had the clearest vision, as a woman of realism.And me, a man of idealismDrew fantasies in curves, and grew obsessiveOver our love’s successiveNature to disasters. I became the savior for you,As…
The worn feeling,The pressuring sensation,To move.The dryness in my heart, where should stir blood,The motion of my form, against the songs of sadness,Bellowed from my lips. The loss,The emptiness,Inside of me.The beauty that was with you, something held upon like gold,The form you would give…
My heart fills with the solitudeOf a thousand-and-one waking nightmares,Up from the deep blue,Where each horror had slept in deepest rest.With the sun burning high above,Not nearly enough,To wear down my discarded loveThat does not dry on the soft sands. Love is a failure, upon…
Bled upon the leavesWas my sorrows.I held tears on the edges of my fingers,And swept them into rivers cold as ice.Love held a bitter burnUpon my tongue,As a feeble memory lingersIn my trembling heart. Love cannot be this miserableTo have undone.For why is itThat I…
Sometimes, upon when I lay my headAtop a pillow, I will see the edges of your formTaking shape at the foot of my bed. I see the tears that begin to floatAway from my eyes,And you’d catch them, with hands open for their approach. What…
