They will never finish the building

It would stay in its skeletal form

forever

because the government is

corrupt

but then

they all are

so it wasn’t the grandest

tragedy of the world

It was a fun place for

the kids

A place where they pretended to be

monkeys and did parkour

and whatnot

A place where tight friendships

and love were to

be discovered

and kept hidden in the various

incomplete rooms

and under unfinished stairs

The unfinished building was the

wonderland of a truly magical childhood

And it was still unfinished by

the time childhood ended

It’s been twenty years

and her girlfriends kept asking

her why she wasn’t

dating or starting a family

She just shrugged. Said she didn’t

want to hurt any men

It was enough those twenty years

ago when she

told a boy that he had to

walk across the high ledge if he wanted her kiss

Poor kid was too dumb and love-struck

for his own good,

but his fall and death took her out of the

tomboy phase.

She no longer sought adventure

and thrill

twenty years...

And the building was

still unfinished

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Sometimes to find the Best within.

I must confront the worst of me.

And shake hands with my darker self

For after all we share this being

I dream of what I use to be

It hurts to think about the past

To spare my pain I fight my sleep

Knowing life will never last

Separated.Two directions.

One accepts. The other questions

To be a man and mind divided

Misunderstood through bad connections

When...

Good things come to those who wait

May Patience free me from this pain

A life that's waiting, past behind me

I Know one day my soul will find me

Guided by my dreams that blind me

Living life while stars are dying

Wishing this could never end

I need to feel this way again

To understand the future

I must accept the past

And where I've been

Is where the end begins

and i ascend

Gameboi ( New poem)

I dream that I am free of pain

Rearranging memories

Tetris for the soul

Pac man always chasing ghost

Mortal combat deadly blows

On thin ice kept on my toes

Sink or swim and drown so cold

Supressed beneathe the undertow

Up out the pipe dream watch me flush

You know I love what makes me rush

Can love or kill with just a touch

But blood and sin is not enough

To keep me quiet

Silent riot

Think I'm crazy?

You should try it

Maybe hoping that someone would save me

Was too much to ask.

My thoughts were so loud and the

Doubt was so heavy

Yet my voice was so soft and inaudible

That you walked on by without noticing

How dim my light was becoming.

A streetlight that stayed strong for you

And lit your path so you wouldn't stumble

But I still loose my voice when the sun comes up.

-V.

remember the night I drove for hours,

just to share the last smoke of day

with you as the sun rose,

and you let me read the diary

you kept when you were little,

and we both thought,

all the words were about us,

and I told you where to find

the empty spaces I had covered

with heart-grafts and heat,

then you asked if I had extra,

so I covered you too,

and it hurt,

and scared us to feel whole,

knowing how easy it would be

for the other, to make everything

covered become permanently exposed,

and it would never be like this again,

so I traced the lines in your palm

until I knew that my touch

was normal enough to never

make you flinch.

this parade follows

the trenches we've dug,

curving along

hangnail-map scratches,

cutting through bodies

as they rise

like litter from wombs,

we learned to be deaf

because the

thread-count of negativity

scratches dreams and

oblivion feels like silk.

our holy water

can cleanse our bellies

until we forget,

but morning comes and

permanence sets in.

so we run to trees, to the water,

searching for silence

so we can hear again.

I will break clock and

steal moments from

the ticks of fate until

the echoes in my chest

fail to answer back.

and I dream of a

blistered dawn

nature can't contain,

using my breath

as ointment,

I'll be a matador,

dodging self inflicted wounds

that would pierce

my torso when

recollection tempts

the charge.

I enjoy the rush more

than I should.

my happiness pays well

to watch me run.

our snake tongues split

with lies and truth,

skin replaced by

body butter and bullshit

and it feels so smooth

we could fuck ourselves.

so we drink before

the sun stands up straight,

take our morning shits

sometime around noon,

and flick our cigarettes

on the floor of our car

because the bank owns

the piece of shit anyway.

and speed up when we see

a pothole or small animal

on our side of the road,

because we were born in neglect

and the world has yet to correct

the typo we see in the mirror.

so cheers to all the bastards

and bitches and crazy fucks,

you all have my pity.

I sit within her room now

My doubts are crystal clear

I came for understanding

She tried to get too near

I wander weary days of pain

She tells me we’re the same

A victim of the reapers scythe

Raging at the world to blame

Demons dance around her

Temptation unveils her skin

Was there something I was missing

Only lust completes this sin

Her eyes are full of desire

Her nails tailored for this art

A vessel for debauchery

Arousal for her heart

I refrain and attempt to leave

But seduction comes to war

She whispers me into her plan

And twists the lock on the door

I pause on forbidden lips

Where she insists that flesh is the answer

I try to escape what can’t be fixed

But pain doesn’t have to end in disaster...

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