There Is No Such Thing As Light

There is an easier way.
Helium and a plastic bag-
It could be over so soon,
And No One Would Miss You.

Look it up!
You'll find
The most painless methods and decide
That the sad music you always play
Isn't enough of a reason to stay-
After all;
You're not in a movie.

No One Will Every Say Don't.

Yes, My exterior is harder
Yes, You would be impressed.

But I stopped doing all the things I really loved.

The Lonely

There was a girl
Entangled, if I may;
All the sirens silent for her
Dear, She skipped a beat
Just for me, Inside the
Trappings of a lonely person
There, She lived in me,
Fondly,
Always playing
Wonder and misgivings-
-Words, That never found
Her tiny mouth, all along
She is high up in her tower.
May I, If I might
Have certain rights, There
Was an element of anger
Humming, In, Between
The ears, For many years,
All the while she was
Surrounded,
Crowded-

Can Everyone Tell?

She had a tattoo of a tree:
And in the tree-
-There sitting me,
Alone as was reality.

And when I asked her to
Explain-
-The girl refrained-
Just stared into the wayward mark.
The singing larks,
The branches part,
With no one else in company.

She had a tattoo of a tree:
Alone there sitting me-
Alone-
-Alone as I would ever be.

I Think It Was A Happy Ending.

Both dogs barked at
The television,
One paw resigned upon me;
And when the silver screen
had dimmed,
The dogs had laid and died with it.
I searched for messages
On film
-No explanation served;
And yet two dogs lay
Still as stone,
As soon the curtain closed.

Marital Bliss

I'm tapping on the table
waiting for you to come home
in the bed you take the left side
but i always feel alone
you went out to have a smoke
though you quit year to the date
you haven't touched me in a month
and yet again im three weeks late.

Cunt.

You cannot call it a flower.

Flowers don’t spew forth blood
And clots.

It does not bloom, only swells
And sweats; oozes.
Flowers do not ooze,
There are no petals.

There are lips for kissing, stretching.
Flowers do not birth life
That requires stitching;
There is no nectar,
Only eggs and rot.

There Lies Her, My Beloved.

The only flower I ever saw-

-It was orange, and it snapped

When I tried to smell.

I thought of you,

At the fair, pulling your skirt

Down against my fingers.

I would never wander again.

Just as the flower,

I saw you and then never did-

-Though my fingertips still reach.

The Definition Of Compassion

There was water for everyone,

But the old man was a hog;

Yet the children let him carry on.

When I tried to stop him

They held me back;

Let the old man stay there, drink his share.

When I asked them why they let him binge

All the children stared and smiled at him.

“Because we have our whole lives to live,

But this water to him, is all there is.”

When I Am Still Awake

After a night filled with whiskey, brick and cold-

The roof made a hiding spot, a ladder paved in gold.

No one touched me, the spirit stared;

The cement lined walkway dragged me there.

I lied.

My beloved ones believed;

And my make believe life – for its death I grieved.

But there was the sun; a comfort and a creep,

It knows me too well,

When I greet it, it weeps.

S.O.S.

They call me a wreck-
I just supposed my ship was lost...
Trying to find peace
And a boy with hair like smoke
(billowing and whispy)
Who always got the best of me;
and I drop like an anchor
Whenever his light is on.