getta good view

as we

chunder emotions

letters spew

insides turned

out

what's the hue?

retched words

can leave

a most beautiful

residue.

If the tides of sleep

Once greeted

Became unending

Would you lie with me

On the beach

Til our ascending

Snow covered tracks

Recede in time

Cold memories

Come to haunt my mind

Lost love once fueled

By blood and brine

And salty tears-

Both hers and mine

Now my recall

Runs true as rails

And heartache

Pierces ties

Like nails

I ride this train

Of thought

Seeking

Some temporal

Wheelhouse

To turn

A regretful

Wastrel's

Fate

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Like having a thousand cuts 

And pouring salt on every single one.

Like drowning in your tears

Suffocating.

Like feeling fat already

And then eating four pints of ice cream 

to cool the pain

but it only makes it sink deeper.

Like having a headache

And then someone screams in your ear.

Minds can interact 

Souls can dance

and you 

could make me love

Time went on

So did my love for you

But yours withered 

And I didn't notice

You enchanted me 

And I lost you

to a man 

that wasn't right for you

Now we're both broken

And I laugh

Goodbyes are for the dead my dear

Sad songs

Are only meant for lonely ears

Tequila mornings

And cocaine nights,

Always insisting

We'll be alright

But we're not.

Welcome to the secret society

The society of writers

Where go all the rejected

The society of hiders 

Welcome to our 3 AM session 

Because we own the night

Welcome to the society of depression

Hope you don't miss your light

Welcome to our inspiration 

Although it won't be easy to find

Welcome to the society of writers

Where no sadness is left behind

i want to melt

into a pane

of something delicate

like colored glass

stained with deep red

my heart will blend

into its boundaries

of gold and i ache

with empathy and

awareness i am pained

by the emanation of

blindness that surrounds

i understand the power

of desire yet

i am burdened by

the same kind of dark

my skeleton dances

within a circle

of transparent leaves

falling with my spirit

and rising with

solitude's strength

soak their clothing

in the moving blue river

and let them dry

with curt individuality

i long to finish

the growing despondency

but the perversity of all

keeps me enthralled

I bet I could count

the entangled atoms

of your breath,

without blinking,

without inhaling a

single gulp of air.

hurling stones

from the shore

at something that

was never

there before

it's making from

our collision

that sparked the heat

and giddy

confusion

though we spent

time and ourselves

taking dreams

down from dusty

shelves

love remains the arc

of the journey not in

sinking when you

hurt me