StruggleWhy is my heart so filled with sin?Why must I struggle with this filth within.Save me Lord from myselfAnd show me how to love.
Sleep TightIt's a bright night.I might write about:Thoughts of a fight!Then a flight from spite...Don't bite.. You're too uptight.But don't delight in your plight.It's not right to skite.What a sorry sight.Gotta reach quite a height.I'm not quite uprightOn this bright night.Sleep tight.Sorry sight.
FatigueI have had enough ofThis bitter drink.Too tired to think.
Sinful WorldA broken man, shattered by his lover.Fallen tears splash in the gutter.I am sickened by this sinful world.Why do people have to hurt one another?
Another Day - Another NightWhy do I sit at the computer all dayWhiling weary hours away?I think the nights must know me well,Hoping for something to cheer my soulI fear the sleep that steals my timeAnd while away another day.
The SpectatorFrustration finds itself in you.And if you weren\'t such a favoured friend,I may have never bothered.But since your friendship means so muchI will throw myself into the depths of despair,And leave with down-turned face,The notion of a friend behind,Who shared my weekends kickingA ball around a park.I hope that we will long remain friends,And with that hope I lift myself from the depths,To enjoy your company as you freely give it,And set my sights on the game.
Butterflies of Your LoveA torrent of soft wings floodover my closed eyes,as I see myself from the outside,dreaming of you.Butterflies (a million shades of white)caress my faceand flow around melikeyour love.
Silence haikuano hito desu.shizuka ni narimasu.utsukushii desune.
I drownI too fight against the tide.As I am pulled backand forwardI hopeThis torment makes meWiser not weaker.And as we pass the breakersI find it ever more difficultto swim ashore.I feel guilt, like a weight,pulling me underAs I drown in your emocean.
A Clockwork of ConsistencyA Clockwork of Consistency 9/23/14He sat alone on a lonely bench.Green paint faded and chipped-weathered by the salty Gulf of Mexico.It had been there - a silentwatcher of the sea for as longas he could remember.He had made a habit of goinghere early to greet the sunand start the day right -with a small prayer and a coffee.He had done this for three straightyears - a creature of routine.It gave him comfort and peace.A serenity he was never able toduplicate anywhere else.He felt less alone with thisbench and the rising sun ashis stable and reliable friends.Sometimes a tear would form in his eyewhen the beauty was too much.On this particular morning he was so lostin his thoughts and so entrancedby the vivid colors before him thathe barely registered her - sittingon the bench beside him.How long had she been there?How long would she stay?"Sunrises leave me in awe.Do you not agree?" shequietly asked as she turned to him.He had no words to say so henodd
hush upstop telling the treesthat they don't know what it's liketo watch loved ones die.who else knows betterthan old branches and young leaves,roots hugging bonesflowers kissing bees?
I am a LiarI am a LiarSometimes, she would tease meLean over and say"When are you getting a boyfriend?"I would dig fishhooks into my mouthGive her my best lying smileAnd say something to the effect of"Maybe someday"When we would go out togetherWhen she would eye the passing menLean over and say"All the good men will be gone soon!"But my eyes never left herNever strayed from the curve of her shoulderNever stopped thinking what we would be likeNever stopped seeing herSometimes after church, with the older ladiesWe were urged to start lookingFor a good, Christian, manBut I always had troubleLooking away from her dressWhen Valentine's Day cameI gave her rainbows, colored chocolateShe smiled, and gave me caramelsAs we were friends and nothing moreShe was kind when I met herSoft, considerate, radiant in her comfortShe was beautiful and warmBeautiful, but she would hate meIf I told her what waits in my heartShe would call me disgustingShe would run awayBut after school th
12:15sitting,drinking holy water froman emptyvase, i try to pull youout of my head.you dig your nailsinto my skin, i swallow your scent andask you toleave (i don't want you hereanymore), but you cry andthen i can't breathe.the seasons change and istay the samefolly person that you made mehate. i can'tpress leaves between myskin and bone, andi realize that the snow will somedaymelt, and we'dleave slush trails against each othersbones with mistcollecting on your fingertips as youtry to wipe out allthe sad parts of me (why did you thinkthat you could change thatin me?).
Sleep my Brother......Sleep my Brother…. Sleep my dear brother For I hold you in my embrace I take you in my arms to give you… Warmth Comfort I surround you with the love you need I hold you close to me For I will not let you go I support you with my arms and hands I cherish oh so deeply of our time as brothers I Love you my brother…… Now sleep my brother.
lost son, crumbling daughter (corinth) in a moment of hesitationi see myself yesterdayquivering like windchimesimagining your existencelike you were the lost sonof a corinthian rich and decadentwas the order of dayslaid in indulgencein pseudo counter-cultureof love exemptionswrapped inpost-coital ataraxia dogmatic confidenceas you stood over mei quivered not like a leaffor (the) fall was longand ongoingbut like an avalanchequick and unyieldingburying any semblanceof sanity undera crumbled psyche
shooting nightmaresgatling claw grips pistol handling trigger tremorsand night terrorsthat blast cannonsinto the dusk of obscuritythe moon curls into the cuspof my lips as mariadrips from my tongue like salivaand the strangleholdof the nightleaves terrae spinesin my skin as tormentshoots itself into my veins
diamonds on the rock, with a twisttoying with slinks i wrap them around hand-holders and coastersmetal rings in my ears, ringringringsounding like people calling for godjewelry minerals crueltysqueezingpUlSiNg my fingersand templec r a n i n gcrooooooning rocks doused with scotch as i drink it and twist myselfinto a heap of contained pressure and without abusethere are no diamonds until the ice and silver returnto where they once were but i drink &
rainbows dont exist in the real worldi. gringathe color of my skin is like the colorof a Starbucks caramel frappuccinoand often timesi beg desperatelyfor someone to take a sip.the look in someone's eyesis my deathbed becausei am not something to gleam about.i am not a special artifactjust because i can sayhola me llamo janetwithout stuttering.no i'm not mexicanno i'm not cubanno i'm not portugeseno i'm not from spainno i don't want to hearabout your trip to puerto rico -yes i am hispanic and i'd like you to go away,please.ii. baby fatmy thighs are vesselsacross the sea, theyfloat slowly in their saltbathsand absorb all the caloriesfrom the bowl of saladi had for lunch.you can see my ribs like staircasesfit your finger right between their spacesfeel their ridges and climb up the ladderwith your mouth -you can see the rolls of fat like jelly rollsfalling from my stomach and armssoft to touch and meaty to bite.no i'm not hungry right nowno i'm not in the mood for dinnerno i'm not i
To my friendShe's alway's there when I am sad,In times of need when things are bad.She smiles with me when I am glad andTempers me when I am mad.Ever gentle; sheRemains - the best friend I have ever had.