Braille

I would get down 
on my knees 
to plead my case 
just to see 
your smiling face 
I would strip myself bare 
under your inspection 
hoping you would see 
sincerity written on my skin 
willing the words tattooed 
on my heart to become visible 
body nervously shaking in prayer 
hoping that your fingers 
may yearn to read them 
like braille 
an open book, a gift 
long over due... 

The Answer

Endless white lies
come from the heart
turn into hurt
when followed by silence

Between the shadows
might come a light
that closes the wound
the absence of truth made

You drift into perpetual innocence
start to forget you have a choice
then you remember what you once knew
quicken your pace your almost there

Take a guess
reach the end of darkness
you must find it within yourself
for out in the open is all smoke and lights 

In Between

The pale fading sunset, stretching across the horizon, shades of crimson and tangerine

a boy admiring the beauty and yet saddened by her inevitable absence to feel.

The long drawn out gaze of words unspoken, unrequited love buried in their souls

stale from the miles and years, the emotion continually spinning like a ferris wheel.

The boy running through the fields of golden wheat, thoughts flowing like a sheet of silk

dreaming of lost lands and treasure ships like a letter waiting anxiously to unseal.

The girl loved from afar, but unaware of the deep-rooted feelings the boy harbored,

growing apart and she didn’t realized his soul is aching as she pulls away like an automobile.

The old tattered house a picture of grotesque deterioration, forgotten behind the vines 

ripping away the beauty that once immersed the neighborhood: an unfair deal.

The unaltered emotions of a union celebrated more than two years ago, their love like a table

overflowing with a feast beyond measure that for the few nights in a perfect meal. 

The fleeting, stunning, luminous star lighting up the blackened night sky,

like a summer romance, always there, a moment in a lifetime, nothing so surreal.

Delicacy

I plea for normal between these four walls. 
For hell to take the night off.
I’m spinning 
And smiling 
And falling
But the dark keeps crashing in.
Gnawing at me, the day. 
Not even as satisfying as death, 
but just failure to live.
Hate would be a delicacy. 
Just empty, with nothing to say.
You can’t kill me. 
Only I can do that 
And I may.

It's Deafening When You're Gone

Torn left
and left aching -
torn right
and right on.

Right on the spot
for where it hurts most.
I ache where the bruises blot
over my bones.

Right on the spot
for where it hurts hard.
I ache where the bruises blot
over my heart.

And we think to ourselves,
It's going to get
loud in here.

Here is where
I get going.
Wish me the best of luck.
Wish you were lucky to have me.


Here is where
you are not.
I wish I could have you.
I wish you could see my bruises blot. 

I Don’t Believe in the Book, I Believe in 1 Corinthians 13

Cease the fire,

you know this isn't us.

remember why we took it this far,

remember what it's all worth.

think of this when i am here,

but since i am almost gone,

think of things we say we are,

and every relevant song.

all the dreams that've

not been born,

are buds that've sworn

to flower.

and if we fail to recieve them?

what then?

are we not firmer than a handshake?

more certain than the seasons?

to overcome the uncertainty

is as close as holding your hand. 

proximity is not our challenge.

Love is.

Ghost

Your ghost still haunts me like thick air, 
unseen yet I feel you so strongly here.
I breath you in, 
let you go. 
Allow myself to inhale, 
and exhale.
It's only natural for us.
Your ghost face vanishing whenever we get too close,
My past lover, 
friend, 
and now holy ghost.
I reach out, 
call your name.
The echo of your availablity, 
tantalizing, 
painful, 
haunting.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Give in,
let go.
My Ghost,
My almost.

Liquid Night

Fog drifted up over the lake
Through my body and over my face
It knew I was alone
I'm feeling it now
This blanket is water
And it's holding me down
I am sinking today
Cold, black deep
Liquid night
All the others are just
Fat, chattering faces
Eating me, beating me
Helping me drown.

See/Taste/Hear/Touch/Smell

Her eyes are sure
And steady,
The sight of grace
And beauty.

Her lips are full 
And eager,
The taste of salt
And sugar.

The room is calm
And silent,
The sound of breath
And quiet.

Your hand is rough 
And dry,
The feel of cloth
And thigh.

Her skin is soft 
And wet,
The scent of flesh
And sweat.

Crazy/Beautiful/Sex/Love/Death

Mad. Mad thoughts.
Crazy, twisted, sinewy
Mad obsession.
You sicken me.
You’re so beautiful, love.
I grind you into a fine, soft
Powder and inhale you...
Lick you off of my fingers.
You love, answer me.
Your face brings me death every day...
And every day I can’t wait to die.
Bury me now, love. 
Bury me now.