I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...
His fingertips curl
Tracing lightly over ivory...
your soul loses her posture as you
hunch to type the words you failed...
Your tread of love upon my heart brings light
Though hard you fight to make me feel alright...
When I had no tears left to cry
My particles disappeared into the air...
Trackers never track
until the tracking happens...
It still kills me that your happy and believe me,
I know how terrible of a thing that is it to say...
With measured verse, I tried to make you hear
But meter fell to unromantic yards...
I hope one day, I will let the person I love, see...
I hope one day, I will let the person I love, see...
It keeps on hurting, even long after you are gone...
It still feels like a fresh wound and every...
Sad I sit and wait
For a brighter future, but...
Where snowflakes fall and fluid flows chilled,
across the ocean's path where the air stands...
I let the rain massage my shoulders,
untying the knots in my back...
You've stood for me a
million times, held my hand...
You conceal your malevolence and greed
behind the edifice of benevolent deeds...
You often flare in darkness,
and I see you in the dim side...
where the sun begins,
and you end...
The moon is out of reach despite my need
to pull it from the space it occupies...
I feel you beating slow
Don’t give up just yet...
You catch feathers
from mid air...
you trample me with your soft fingers;
clay in your palms – i am clay in your hands...
you
won’t...
On nights like this it's not that
I can't sleep...
Glasses are shattered, this mirror is broken
kept picking up the pieces still hopin...
A child dies of cancer
One born premature...
When happiness is just a dream
In memory's distant past...
Oceans of barricades
and skies of fences...
Tonight, I hope you're clammy from writing
Obituaries, you'll always see silhouettes of me...
Is there a weakness
in caring so much...
I wish to learn to love you in
every alphabet...
Time resists to tick when you're feeling
Isolated to the core with self loathing that...
You've been eating away
at my conscience for a decade...
I honestly just wish to sink
in this depression of mine...
hey, don’t panic
It’s okay...
Wash the sins out of my ribcage with downpour,
the monsoon cannot swell fast enough to abate...
I stand here in this tiny cage
with bars between me and the world...
it’s not
quiet...